Wonder Woman:  The Great Debate - Chapter 5

Sex Tape Sales

Our Story Thus Far:  the League of Virtue and Equality, a newly formed team unifying numerous superheroines and superheroes, has convened its first Trial of Grievances to settle issues between the two groups.  Two times Wonder Woman has attempted to argue her case and two times she has failed.  After her most recent defeat a ruling has required all the heroines to strip off their tops and hand them over 'for safekeeping', while the five female judges stripped themselves down to be entirely naked.  Immediately after, unseen by anyone else, little doors opened beneath the seats those judges' naked bottoms were resting on, and Gremlins crawled out.  Opening up hidden doors in the seats themselves that gave them access to that judge’s vagina, and making use of fiendish potions that kept their conscious minds from realizing what was happening to them, the hidden gremlins have begun exerting undue influence upon the busty judges - by exercising an ever-greater domination over their pussies.  In the meantime, as she finishes removing her own top, Wonder Woman must contemplate her next attempted Grievance - and hope it works out better for her than the last two.  Will it?  Uh… let’s find out!

Finally, with a soft gasp, having absolutely no clue what was going on beneath the five whimpering and squirming judges’ chairs, Wonder Woman unbuckled her belt and slowly slid it out from around her trim, muscular waist.

Her huge-cupped bustier already rested, like a golden trophy, upon Lord Virtue’s podium. Her huge yet perfectly shapely, all-natural mammaries jiggled and sloshed spectacularly before the packed crowd, drawing whistles and gasps of awe from countless heroes… and more than a couple heroines. Cheeks on fire, the noble Amazon nevertheless lifted her crowned, regal head high and, chin elevated defiantly, held out her golden belt for Virtue to accept. Grinning, he held his palm beneath it. Gasping softly, Wonder Woman beheld that open palm with hatred, trembling with rage. Then, with a sultry snarl, she let her belt drop. It landed across his hand and, seconds later, vanished into the shelf beneath his podium.

“There,” the mighty Amazon hissed. Despite herself, now that they were virtually all she was wearing, her thumbs slipped hastily back into the seat of her skimpy star-spangled panties and, stretching them out, smoothed them out fastidiously across the jutting curves of her buxom, muscular ass. “I have done as you asked,” she snarled, at Lord Virtue, as she slid her thumbs back out from the base of her ass. “Now… may we continue?!”

“Of course,” he purred, and gestured her magnanimously back to her podium. Wonder Woman gasped softly and then, nodding, did as he bid her. Lord Virtue’s eyes studied his foe with glee as, voluptuous body topless and now clad in little but boots, bracelets and panties, the mighty Amazon strutted decoratively back to her place, and once more perched her beautiful form behind her podium.

Gasping deeply at the horniness flowing in ever thicker tendrils inside her buxom bare hips – and still utterly oblivious to its source – Power Girl raised her gavel in a trembling gloved hand and banged it sharply on the table. “Are you ready, Wonder Woman?” she asked, her voice quivering slightly.

“Of course,” the Amazon Princess declared, her eyes flashing.

“Then… then continue… please!” the gargantuan-breasted blonde managed to gasp out, and banged her gavel once more upon its block.

“Ladies, and gentleman,” Wonder Woman said, lifting her head high for the cameras… and using the familiar phrase to get her voice under control, now that she was trying to maintain her imperious tone with her giant boobies jostling and jiggling on utter display upon the screens above her. “I know that my last two accusations have proven… less convincing than I thought. But I assure you… this next one is utterly without question, and utterly beyond the pale.”

She paused briefly, eyes flashing out dangerously across an audience now made up entirely of squirming topless heroines, and grinning bra-holding heroes.

“I am speaking…” she hissed, through righteously quivering lips, “of the sale of tapes… of a sexual nature!”

“Tapes?” Lord Virtue asked, surprised.

Wonder Woman’s face briefly quivered, as she realized her mistake. “Well, not tapes, exactly,” she admitted. “Digital video,” she corrected. “For sale online.”

“I see,” Lord Virtue said, gloating… as his fingers lightly stroked the cups of her surrendered bustier, resting before him upon his podium. “Please endeavor to be precise in the future, Princess,” he chastised her, shaking a finger at her with his other hand, “given your… previous deficiencies in this area.”

Wonder Woman’s face twisted, and she trembled with anger. “I will… take it under advisement,” she said. Then, shuffling her papers, she took a moment to collect her thoughts, and got back on track.

“As I was saying,” she said, voice once more booming out across the packed and jiggling auditorium. “Our current grievance is on the sale of video, online, of a sexual nature… involving our heroines! Some of these are tapes of actual sex, taken in secret by the male half of the liaison, and sold without his partner’s knowledge or consent. Others are illicit tapes, taken by cameras hidden inside our heroines’ very rooms, showing them naked, or performing…” She paused, briefly, her scantily-clad hips squirming in discomfort. “Other acts,” she finished, lamely, “of a more or less, uh… prurient nature.”

“You mean pounding the shit out of themselves wit’ their vibrators!” the Reversion cheerfully called out. He had a huge smile upon his lips… and Azure Angel’s giant blue bra dangling from his fingertips. The busty Asian heroine whimpered and squirmed her barely-covered ass into the seat in front of him, blushing with discomfort. “To try an’ convince ‘emselves they don’t wanna get double-teamed by our big cocks!”

“Order!” Power Girl gasped, and grabbing up her gavel she banged it again. Whirling in her seat – but not lifting her continuously squirming ultra-buxom hips from where they were pressed tight to its seemingly pleasing face – she glared up into the cheap seats. “You… you will speak… only if requested by the chair!” she reminded the grinning hero hotly. Then, she whirled back to Wonder Woman. “Continue,” she said.

Wonder Woman breathed deep, and licked her lips, a blush spreading across her cheeks. “Yes,” she admitted, squirming. “That. More or less.”

“Interesting,” Lord Virtue purred. “And do you have… examples of these videos, Wonder Woman?”

“Yes,” Wonder Woman said. Her confidence rapidly returning, she turned her head and shot him a dark glare from under the glorious spill of her sable hair, around her crown. “But…” she said, voluptuous bottom wiggling behind her, “I see no reason that needs to be shown here! It is… too humiliating, for the heroines involved!”

“This is a Tribunal of Justice,” the hero pointed out, gesturing rhetorically along both edges of the stage. “Or at least, it claims to be. Is this humiliation you claim supposed to trump the right of the accused to see the evidence posed against them?”

“No…” Wonder Woman admitted. She squirmed in discomfort, then let out a long sigh… which made her naked breasts bounce and jiggle exceptionally pleasingly upon her chest. “Very well,” she said. With a trembling hand she picked up her remote, and reluctantly pressed a button.

Instantly the live view of her naked jiggling cleavage vanished, mercifully, off the vast auditorium screens… to be replaced, moments later, by a side-on-view of a heroine pounding herself with a vibrator. Though the view was dark, and grainy, her identity was easily identified as She Hulk based on her exceptionally buxom and muscular physique… and, of course, her green skin. Her gorgeous head whimpering and thrashing in awe, the gargantuan Tribunal member was busy ravaging her drooling green pussy deep with a gargantuan purple dildo, using every ounce of power her gamma-boosted muscles could deliver. Her specially-reinforced bed creaked and trembled, barely keeping up with the strain.

“Oh… yes!” Jennifer Walters moaned, her lustrous dark green hair spilling and flashing around her as her head shook and spun. “Oh, YES! T-tame me… you BRUTE! Oh, yes! Take me! TAKE MEEEE!!!”

Then, mercifully, the video cut away before the gaping Tribunal member could sink into her seat… and find, perhaps, that there was a hole there waiting for her, through which even then her drugged pussy was being continuously and insidiously excited. It instead shifted to another heroine’s bedroom, and it was Miss Americana’s turn to gulp and blush deeply, gaping up in shock, as it was now her wide-spread pussy getting pounded deep by her own trademark A-embossed gloves. Her chin was up, keeping her face off screen – but based on the unintelligible and tormented whimpers passing through her lips, whatever the violently-pounding heroine was searching for with the tips of her scarlet-sheathed fingers, she was having a great deal of trouble finding it.

Again and again the video cut, showing one heroine after another after another whimpering and moaning and begging as they inflicted themselves with brutal self-pleasure. One heroine after another after another gaped and trembled in horror in her chair, as it was her turn to witness herself jiggling en flagrante delicto upon the movie-theater-sized screens. None of the heroines’ dildos was smaller than nine inches in length… and several were much larger. But no matter how they thrusted and pounded and whimpered with need, not a single heroine seemed to be anything but terribly frustrated by the results of her brutal self-pleasure. All of them begged the mysterious partner swirling in their heads to fuck them harder, to take them deep, to do to them as he pleased… and more than a few, lips shuddering with passion as they pounded themselves as deep as they could, begged their ghostly paramours put their quivering bodies into bondage, and lead them away naked and in chains.

Every once in a while the phantasmagoric montage of heroine self-abuse was broken up by a shot of a heroine and hero, or two heroines, in bed together and doing what came natural. But as the video went on and on it soon became apparent that unless Wonder Woman had edited her selection carefully, such encounters were much rarer among the bases’ heroines than the fumbling and brutal attempts to satisfy themselves with their own fingers, or with their huge yet seemingly inadequate plastic phalluses.

“Interesting,” Lord Virtue purred, after the long video had played its course.

“Do… do you have any comments?” Wonder Woman asked, expectantly, glaring at him, with her finger still trembling upon the remote.

He shrugged, and turned back to his papers. “Not at this time,” he said, smirking.

Wonder Woman gasped, staring at him. She squirmed. Her own pussy was one of very few – possibly the only one, depending on the identities of some heroines who appeared only in exceptionally unclear footage – that had not appeared upon the video engaged in either sex or self-pleasure. She heaved a heavy breath, eyes staring at him. Then, shaking her gorgeous raven-haired head, she cleared her thoughts with a gasp and turned back to her notes.

“As… as I was saying,” she said, raising her remote. “This rash of videos has been uploaded to an offsite porn site – one SuperHeroinePeepShow.com - by the heroes of this base, from which they have presumably been reaping the profits. As this screen from our own server shows!”

She pressed a button. The huge screens, which had briefly reverted back to her own huge tits and jutting ass, switched to show a log of transfers from the base web server. Various hero rooms were indicated for video transfers, with a thumbnail image – each recognizable, from the horrific pounding montage that had just preceded it – and a start and stop time for the transfer.

Lifting her head high, Wonder Woman held the remote beside her. She smiled grimly, towering before her incontrovertible evidence.

“This represents,” she hissed, “the most grievous violation of female privacy possible – and for base monetary gain! As you can see,” she said, using a wheel on her remote to scroll through the extensive log, “nearly every hero in this base is responsible! So, I propose, as punishment…” she smirked, “that not only should both of the previous judgments be reversed, for punitive reasons now that our comrades have proved so faithless… but that any possession of a recording device by a male within this base heretofore and forever be grounds for immediate and permanent expulsion!”

Buxom hips still wiggling upon her seat, Power Girl gaped at the screen for a few seconds, before she realized Wonder Woman had finished. “Th-thank you, Diana,” she said, and gave her gavel a light bang against the block. Her face, increasingly, was flushed pink – though considering she was one of the many who had just appeared nailing her drooling pussy before the camera, that was perhaps easily enough explained. “L… Lord Virtue. Your counter-argument. P-please!”

“Thank you,” the towering hero purred. “I think I can keep this one brief.”

“Y-you can?!” Wonder Woman said. Her mouth hung agape, and she stared at him in disbelief.

“Yes,” he rumbled. Raising his own remote, he used a wheel on his device to scroll up and down the long long log again, as well. “Now, Wonder Woman,” he said, as video after video scrolled by. “You have here records of video transfers, involving nearly every man on this base. Except me, and Sea King, I believe…”

“Yes,” Wonder Woman affirmed. Not having caught Lord Virtue was one of her deepest disappointments. But, smirking, the Amazon appeared to take having nearly his entire filthy male following dead to rights as more than sufficient consolation. “Do you dispute that?” she purred, her star-spangled ass wiggling back and forth in gleeful anticipation of her impending victory. “Are you going to try to claim we women snuck in, and initiated these uploads to frame you?!”

“No,” he said. “The transfers most definitely occurred. When you placed this matter on the docket, I went and verified them myself. But, Wonder Woman… are you aware that these are not uploads?”

Wonder Woman turned, and gasped. “They’re… they’re not?” she gasped, her eyes going wide as she stared up at the screen.

“No,” he said. Using his laser pointer, he indicated the relevant column on the log. “These are all downloads – FROM SuperHeroinePeepShow.com TO our servers. Not the other way around.”

“It… it is?” Wonder Woman gasped, one hand rising up to hover in horror before her lips. Upon discovering the log screen the heroine had cackled with glee, star-spangled bottom wiggling upon her seat, and declared her case open and shut. Now, lips trembling, she gaped at the offending column and realized he was right. “Oh… oh Goddess!” she whispered, a sudden churning rising up in her flat naked belly.

“Yes,” Lord Virtue intoned. “After checking this, I went and looked at the rest of our logs thoroughly.” He clicked a button, bringing up his own evidence. “As you can see, no unknown or encrypted uploads of sufficient size have ever been sent out from our communications systems within the time allotted. Which means the perpetrator must be smuggling the videos out on a memory stick or some other hard media… as you should have expected, as any idiot would know not to leave such an obvious trail!”

“Goddess!” Wonder Woman gasped, gaping up in shock. At the tips of her huge breasts, at being proven wrong, her delicate nipples tented out slightly.

“So you see,” Lord Virtue purred, “you have no evidence who committed this crime… at all!”

“Well…” Wonder Woman said, gasping. One hand clutching the podium for support, the other rested upon her buxom hip, trembling. Then, with a snarl, her normal royal arrogance reasserted itself. “Well, that may be,” she hissed, glaring at him. “But still, we know it was a man!”

“Do we?” he asked, as if surprised.

“Of course!” Wonder Woman snapped. She stomped her booted foot in frustration – making her huge extended-nipple-tipped jugs bounce and jostle spectacularly before her drooling audience. “Who else would it be?” she barked, indignantly.

Lord Virtue smiled. “Actually,” he purred, “in absence of any evidence to the contrary, I would say a woman is by far the more likely culprit.”

“What?!” Wonder Woman gasped, shocked.  Brushing some stray hair back behind her ear, she shook her head emphatically.  “That’s impossible!” she declared.

“Think about it,” he said, gesturing rhetorically. “Who would have easier access to her fellow heroines’ rooms? Who is it who could learn her fellow women’s masturbation habits well enough to know where – and when – to position her cameras, in order to catch them in the act? Of course it was a woman!”

Wonder Woman stared at him. “D-don’t be daft!” she said, face quivering in outrage. “Why would a woman do this?!”

“As you yourself said, Wonder Woman,” Virtue pointed out, “whoever was uploading these videos was doing so for a profit. Possibly a very large profit, considering the market for porn of genuine superheroines. Are you of the opinion, Wonder Woman, that women are somehow uniquely immune to the lure of simple greed?”

Wonder Woman breathed deep. Her lips quivered. The butterflies in her stomach, beneath her flat and supple belly, suddenly congealed into a dark and slimy pit. “No…” she whispered at last, her voluptuous hips squirming with discomfort.

Lord Virtue smiled.

He was not alone. Out in the audience, a huge devious smile spread across her young lips, Wing Girl wiggled with delighted pleasure. Sitting in her seat wearing nothing but her skimpy pure-white panties, her large breasts sloshed delightfully back and forth as she squirmed with glee. Fortunately for her, her fellow heroines were too busy gaping up at the screen, or else trying to catch the heroes staring at the huge breasts they were inadequately struggling to keep covered with their hands, to notice.

Up on stage meanwhile, Wonder Woman clung tight to her podium and breathed hard, her belly churning as she felt her latest case start to slip away beneath her. Then, with a deep gasp, the panty-clad Princess got her nerves together, and lifted her tiara-crowned head high.

“Well,” she hissed, glaring out at the watching audience, “my…my first accusation may have proved…” She fumbled.

“A lie?” Lord Virtue suggested.

“A mistake,” Wonder Woman decided. She licked her lips, her voluptuous hindquarters squirming, then continued. “However,” she said, glaring imperiously, “we still have evidence of almost all the men on this team downloading from an illegal porn site. And that… is almost as unacceptable!”

Lord Virtue snorted. “Hardly,” he said. “SuperHeroinePeepShow.com is shady, I’ll grant you – but not illegal. Given its anonymous nature, our men had no way of knowing who was uploading those videos. For all they knew, it was the ladies that appeared in them themselves!”

Wonder Woman furrowed her brow. “Don’t be dense,” she said. “Why would women upload naked pictures of themselves to the internet?!”

Lord Virtue smirked. “You’re… not actually very familiar with the internet, are you Wonder Woman?” he asked.

She gasped, and quivered in shock at his question.

Before she could recover and reply, he continued, his stentorian voice booming out loudly enough to override all competitors. “What this is actually evidence of,” he rumbled, gesturing rhetorically, “is that you ladies are so frigid, so uptight, and so obsessed with your own silly virtue, that the vast majority of men in L.O.V.E. must resort to digital simulacra… in order to obtain a mere vicarious substitute for physical intimacy with their very own team-mates!”

Recovering, Wonder Woman perched her hands upon her scantily-clad star-spangled hips, and glared. “So?” she asked, indignantly. “It’s not like you men have a right to sex with us, or anything!”

Lord Virtue smiled. “Actually,” he purred, “you may still cling to the outmoded model of purely negative rights, Amazon. But among the Legion of Virtue, we recognized that no team could exist harmoniously, unless its members recognized and fulfilled their fundamental reciprocal obligations to one another.”

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped, and her eyes spread wide. “No…” she whispered. But she was momentarily frozen, her voluptuous half-stripped body shivering and rooted to the spot, as, belly suddenly churning again beneath her swooping panties, she suddenly got a premonition of what horrible doctrine he was about to argue.

“We heroes have certain duties to you,” Lord Virtue continued, his deep voice rumbling forcefully. “We are, for instance, required to listen to all the stupid prattle that daily comes pouring out of you stupid airheads’ mis-used mouths. And our heroes, in turn, have the positive right to get the pressure building in their deeply blued balls regularly relieved, by their helpful comrades.”

He smiled, as casually as if he was discussing the weather.

“The problem,” he said, “is that currently you ladies have the ability to force us to fulfill your positive right – to make us listen to your stupid prattle. While we have no ability to enforce our rights.” He paused for effect, as every woman in the audience – save Wing Girl – gaped at him in frozen disbelief. “I propose we fix that,” he said.

For several seconds, pure frozen silence followed his proposal. Finally, trembling, Power Girl licked her lips and then spoke. “You… you propose… we be required to have sex with you?!” she asked, her gorgeous face quivering with disbelief.

“Oh, of course not,” Lord Virtue assured her. “That would cause unwanted pregnancies, and many other problems besides.”

With a soft gasp, every heroine in the audience let out a collective relieved sigh.

“I move that you be required to give blowjobs,” he said.

He held up three fingers - before what was suddenly a sea of perfectly frozen, wide-open faces, staring at him as if time had stopped.

“Three cocks a day serviced, per heroine, minimum, on request,” he continued, to that see of disbelieving beautiful countenances.  He smiled. “Otherwise,” he purred, “she gets publicly spanked… by one or all of the heroes she denied.”

A much longer silence ensued. Then, bedlam erupted.

“WHAT?!!!” nearly every heroine’s throat cried out, at once – their squeals so loud the room shook.

“That’s… that’s ridiculous!” Wonder Woman gasped, gaping at her rival advocate in shock.

“That’s.. that’s really your proposal?!” Power Girl gasped, gaping up at him in disbelief.

“Yes,” Lord Virtue replied. Pointing down from his podium, he looked the gaping, squirming Tribunal right in their collective eyes. “Now… confer!” he ordered them, firmly.

With a gasp, the five huge-breasted heroines turned and looked at each other in shock… their buxom hips wiggling and squirming continuously upon their seats.

Meanwhile, beneath their seats, the Gremlins were continuing to work, gleefully. Having thoroughly coated the unsuspecting heroine’s delicate and defenseless pussies with their insidious drug, they had moved on to other methods. First they used feathers, tickling at them teasingly. Then, grinning, their tongues. Now, pumping like boiler stokers laboring in an engine room, they drove long dripping dildos furiously through the unsuspecting Big Titty Tribunal’s slits. Thanks to the effects of their sinister drug, the heroines being subjected to such abuse felt not a single thing within their gaping pretty heads… even as their horrifically invaded pussies remained utterly tender and sensitive in every other respect.

To anyone aware of what was going on, the effects were obvious. Their faces, to a woman, were deeply flushed. Sweat ran down their cheeks. At the ends of their huge wobbling tits their tender nipples were permanently and painfully aroused. Their shapely and mighty legs wiggled and squirmed continuously… lakes of eager moisture vanishing down below them. Every inch of the proud judges’ buxom flesh tingled and sang, with the flood of hormones swirling and spinning just beneath their silkily curved flesh.

Eyes rolling in their heads, whimpering softly, each of the beleaguered Tribunal members was so personally engrossed in her own shameful naughty thoughts – and in concealing them from her fellows – that they didn’t even realize the shared nature of their own predicament. Gasping, softly, they slowly leaned together – buxom hips still fixed, for reasons they now did not even know, firmly to their seats – and stared into one another’s gorgeous faces.  For a few seconds, lips panting softly and hanging slightly open, they were all silent.

At last, it was Ms. Americana who spoke first. “Well… well I for one could use a good hard cock to suck once in a while…” she whimpered.

She was joking – or at least so she told herself. But her ‘joke’ promptly brought gasps from all her fellow judges.

“You… you too?” She Ra asked, blue eyes wide, her voluptuous hips quivering upon her seat.

“B-both of you?” Zatanna gasped, her eyes going wide beneath her jauntily-tilted top-hat.

For a few seconds the five buxom beauties stared at one another, as they realized what was going through – pumping helplessly, to be more specific – each and every one of their hormone-blasted minds.

“We… we couldn’t…” She Hulk finally whispered, breaking the silence. She shook her gorgeous green head, eyes wide in shock…and fingers caressing at her full, trembling, cock-hungry lips.

“But… but Wonder Woman’s argument was utterly destroyed!” Power Girl pointed out. Her own voluptuous hips squirmed, violently upon her seat, and she let out a tiny panting whimper. “We… we can’t side with her… can we?!”

For another few seconds, they stared at each other… lips hanging open and quivering, gorgeous faces filled with indecision.

But, down below their wiggling bottoms the Gremlins had been listening in. Looking up, they licked their lips and smirked. Then, taking careful firm grips upon each trembling heroine’s unfelt dildo, pulled them slowly out… and then, at a nodded signal, sent them all slamming in, deep and hard, simultaneously.

“Oh!” all five members of the Big Titty Tribunal gasped as suddenly, as if out of nowhere, the ghosts of big hard hero cocks seemed to thrust up mysteriously through their very souls. Licking their lips and trembling, suddenly each and every one knew, in the very heart of her drooling aching pussy, that there was only one way she could rule. It was Ms. Americana that expressed it first.

“You… you’re right, Power Girl,” she moaned. “He… he destroyed every little detail of Wonder Woman’s case too thoroughly. It… it was like he was raping and ravishing her with his words.”  She drew a deep breath, and licked her lips.  “We… have no choice…” she finally concluded.

“N… no choice?” She Ra asked, her voice and body trembling… her eyes opening hopefully.

Under another deep ghostly stroke, Jennifer Walters’s buxom green hips trembled, and she promptly nodded emphatically. “N-no choice…” the super-lawyer among them promptly affirmed.

Feeling the mood, Power Girl nodded, then turned back and picked up her gavel.

To be continued…