Wonder Woman:  The Great Debate - Chapter 6

Doing Their Duty

By Violator

Our Story Thus Far: the League of Virtue and Equality, a new team unifying many superheroines and 'superheroes', is holding its first Tribunal of Grievances, with Wonder Woman representing the aggrieved superheroine side against her counterpart Lord Virtue.  It has not gone well for her so far.  Having been out-maneuvered in her first two disputes, she has ended up first losing her curvy comrades' right not to have their bodies contacted, and then their right to have custody of their own costumes within the base.  In the meantime, having stripped naked as a result of their own second judgment, the five buxom judges have started coming under the influence of a team of gremlins lurking under their seats who, via a combination of hidden doors and illicit drugs, have begun to interfere with the judges' pussies.  Now, after her third grievance, Wonder Woman waits to hear the result:  either all of the previous judgements will be reversed with prejudice, or she and her fellow heroines will be required to give up to three blowjobs a day on command.  Which will the extremely horny judges go for?  Let's find out!.  

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Before her, Wonder Woman stood proudly at her podium, hands upon her hips, smiling smugly. As far as the noble Amazon could tell, there was absolutely no way she could lose this one. “Ready?” she purred, as she saw Power Girl pick up her gavel. Lifting her chin high, the topless Princess prepared to bask in the adulation of victory.

“Yes,” Power Girl whispered. Her voice, and her hand shook. “Tribunal rules… for the defense,” she said, and banged her gavel down hard.

Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped. She stared down at Power Girl in stunned disbelief… almost as if she expected her flushed, huge-breasted blonde to suddenly reveal herself as a secret infiltrator before her eyes. Great moans and gasps of disbelief echoed throughout the auditorium. But raising his hand and his voice, Lord Virtue cut through that like a knife.

“You heard the judgment, ladies,” his rumbling voice purred. He pointed up at them. “Under the circumstances,” he said, “I will expect fulfillment immediately. And, since you ladies’ Advocate just tried to falsely accuse my heroes of a quite heinous crime, I’m afraid I am retracting my former reprieve.”

 He smirked, as their shocked and confused whimpers swirled like a heavenly and humiliated chorus around him.

“Meaning,” he purred, “that I want you ladies to drop your panties – now – hand them over to your chosen hero… and start sucking his dick immediately!”

For several seconds his command was met by absolute silence as throughout the vast audience, dozens of heroines gaped back up at him in disbelief, their lovely jaws hanging open in shock. Their huge already-bared breasts bounced and sloshed in a glorious display, as their voluptuous and briefly still-pantied hips wiggled and squirmed, furiously, in their plush – and slightly moistened – seats.

Seeing his command was not being immediately obeyed, a quiver of terrible rage crossed Lord Virtue’s face, and his hand clenched down into a trembling fist.

“For far, far too long,” he thundered out at the gasping recalcitrant heroines, “you bimbos have denied your team-mates their rightful command of your bodies. Well, no more. You are going to start making up for it with interest… and you are going to do it NOOWWW!!!” he roared, his voice rising to a furious, room-shaking crescendo.

For a brief second, all the buxom heroines glued and trembling in their seats gaped back up at them, eyes wide and faces trembling. Then, with a great and quavering collective moan, rising in a wave from their throats, they gave in. Technically, they did not have a choice. Having sworn on Wonder Woman’s own lasso to abide by the results of the Tribunal, now that the judgment was in they had to obey. But, based on the staggered way in which one voluptuous barely-covered bottom after another suddenly shot up, trembling, from its seat, it was not some collective magical compulsion that forced them. Rather each and every proud heroine, of her own volition, one by one, gave in to the thundering hero’s harsh and domineering command.

The gloating heroes, meanwhile, watched and chuckled, eagerly, as they watched one luscious scantily-clad ass after another rise up and tremble, pneumatically, beside them. At their rolling laughter the heroines gasped and trembled, their voluptuous bottoms quivering with dread. But, in the end, they had no choice. Blushing deeply, one by one they slid their hands up onto their buxom fertile hips and slipped their thumbs into their panties. One by one, moaning, they bent low.

The heroes’ laughter went up an order of magnitude as, whimpering and squirming but nevertheless obeying, each heroine slowly inched her proud little panties down, tugging down first one side and then the other, over the ample swell of her voluptuous round bottom. Reaching out, several heroes gave the stripping heroines near them encouraging swats upon their uplifted, half-exposed bottoms. Trembling, the heroines gasped in shock…and, fingers shivering, promptly started to pull down their panties just a little bit faster.

At last, all around the room, one by one, one pair of skimpy super-panties after another slid down off the heroines’ asses and onto their shapely squirming thighs… their sopping crotches peeling out to expose their pussies. As dozens of glistening heroine twats came out to glimmer before them in the darkness at once, exposed between their wiggling thighs, the heroes’ raucous laughter went up sharply to become whooping cackles. As said mocking laughter lashed at their exposed pussies the heroines whimpered, blushed… and, hands trembling, bent all the way over and obediently pulled their panties all the way down to their ankles. Chuckling gleefully, the heroes then got to watch their big uplifted bottoms and glistening pussies wiggle back and forth before them for just a little bit longer as, gasping and whimpering softly, each up-ended heroine struggled to slip her panties off her booted ankles within the narrow auditorium seating.

Finally, with a great rush of gasps, an undulating bounce of dozens of large breasts, and a flash and spill of lustrous hair in every color imaginable, the blushing beautiful heroines surged back to their feet and gaped down in horror… each with her skimpy little super-panty dangling, delicately, from a single out-stretched finger. They whimpered, voluptuous thighs briefly closing around their drooling pussies as they squirmed about, fleshily, in their dark little rows. Then, with soft gasps, they recovered… and, lifting their gorgeous heads, they began to dart their generally mask or crown-adorned faces this way and that, searching for a hero to offer their ultimate prize to.

Instantly, a soft and collective gasp of awe rose from the dozens of heroine throats out in the auditorium rows. For, as they watched the voluptuous heroines strip, the smirking heroes had not been idle. Preparing the way for them, the heroes had all casually pulled down their little super-speedos and let their cocks snap out, for the heroines’ perusal. Licking their lips, eyes blinking and fingers trembling back and forth atop their little dangling panties, each heroine briefly gasped in sudden startled awe, their beautiful faces briefly looking like a collection of hungry little girls locked in the candy shop.

The heroines had always known the men of the Legion were gifted. For many, though they would scarce have admitted it even to themselves, that thought, and the dampness it had briefly engendered, had been the final nail that had sealed the deal on joining their two teams together. Not, they would have insisted to themselves, that they intended to fraternize… but, it was a nice and persuasive bonus.

But, as their heads spun first this way and that, jaws agape and eyes wide, it seemed that many of the trembling panty-holding heroines were only just now realizing just how gifted their new comrades truly were.

The smallest cock jutting up before them was ten inches. Most were much bigger than that – several much, MUCH bigger. Sea King, for instance, true to his reputation, was smirking broadly under his mask… with a two foot shark-like beast waving back and forth before him. But even the True Gremlin Prince, despite his diminutive form, was sporting more than twelve inches of scaly monster sprouting from his little trunks. Bottoms jiggling and squirming, heads swaying one way and then the other, the heroines bit their lips and whimpered as, spoiled for choice, they nevertheless had to choose.

Finally, with a great collective moan, almost as one, each heroine did. Dropping their skimpy panties in offering into palm after outstretched, smirking hero’s palm, beauty after huge-breasted and naked beauty dove down into their once-hated comrades’ laps and, spreading their lips wide and blinking in awe, began worshipfully and hesitantly to suck. The last few stragglers were punished for their bottom-wiggling indecision by having to settle for ‘only’ ten or eleven-inchers… and even those heroines had to whimper in awe, their jaws stretching out almost to their breaking point, as they endeavored to take their smirking heroes’ huge, throbbing veiny cocks.

There were slightly more heroines than heroes. So, in short order, every last hero had a luscious heroine slurping away vigorously at his unit… and several of the bigger ones had two.

“We’re… we’re sorry…” Namorita whispered, by way of apology, to the hero she and her adoptive sister had spurned, before, after one last kiss, she spread her young lips wide and, whimpering in awe, did her best to slurp more than a few inches down Sea King’s gargantuan gray member.

“Our… our mother made us,” Princess Tula whispered, depositing her panties into his palm.  Then, with an adoring sigh,she  bowed her lovely redheaded noggin down and began slurping and suckling delicately at his balls and lower shaft.  Her young tongue flew in swirling circles, as she waited for whimpering Namorita to grow overwhelmed and give her a turn.

As it turned out, she did not have long to wait. But then neither did Namorita, for her second try. Or her third, fourth, and fifth. But somehow, no matter how many times they tried and failed to take him all, neither whimpering aquatic heroine seemed to lose any enthusiasm for making another doomed attempt. Meanwhile a few feet away, Namora’s gorgeous face blushed deeply beneath her trademark seashell crown… but she could not say anything about it as her royal taut-spread lips were too busy getting forcefully shuttled up and down Glorious Gorilla’s gargantuan primate member, aided by the huge hairy paw he had perched at the back of her golden-haired head.

Meanwhile a few rows away, the True Gremlin Prince gasped and sighed, grinning with pleasure, as he got a succulent blowjob from none other than Ms. Marvel herself. The gorgeous svelte heroine wiggled and whimpered, kneeling on the seat beside him. Her long, lustrous golden hair spilled around his spiny feet, as her luscious lips slowly slurped up and down his long scaly penis, obsequiously. One claw clutched around her skimpy surrendered black one piece, the little inhuman hero kept the other on the back of her bobbing head, and cackled softly.

“That’s it, bitch,” he purred, running his claws through her lustrous golden hair. “This is your duty as a heroine now! So… so do a good job!” Smirking, he pushed her glorious masked head down… and then gasped with pleasure, as her tongue promptly began to swirl round and round his scaly beast, worshipfully. “Oh… shit!” he hissed. His grin broadened, as she slurped and gurgled between his legs. “Oh shit!” he hissed, his teeth glittering. “That’s some heroinely effort, baby! That’s it! God damn! Hahaha!!!”

Meanwhile, as heroine after heroine sucked and sucked, their voluptuous naked haunches by and large remained perched above the seats beside their paramours, wiggling and squirming in the air as their beautiful heads slurped and bobbed. Naturally enough, given such tempting targets near at hand, the smirking heroes could not resist for long. One by one, across the length and breadth of the great auditorium, one hero’s hand after another slipped around his partner’s fertile curvy hip, alighted upon the invariably taut, jutting, yet gloriously rounded bottom he found there, and gave it a stroke, a pinch, or a tight and mocking squeeze. Across the entire auditorium another wave of moist whimpering moans arose from the slurping heroines’ throats, as they felt their sacred bare bottoms getting groped and fondled. But, even as the gloating chortles of the rudely exploring heroes washed down around them, the only response any of them made was to shudder slightly upon her knees, blink her beautiful eyes wide… and slurp his huge throbbing cock even deeper down her throat.

Naturally enough, this kind of response, swirling and tingling wonderfully around their appreciative cocks, did nothing to dissuade the sneering heroes from going further. Their grinning lips twisting up into eager wicked sneers over the backs of their beautiful paramours’ bobbing heads, almost as one, every last invasive heroes’ hand slowly slid lower… down beneath the taut yet curvy bottoms of the heroines’ buttocks, down between their mighty squirming thighs, until at last their fingers found what they were really after: their voluptuous paramours’ tender, glistening, and utterly defenseless pussies.

Another, louder bleat rose from every heroine’s penis-swaddling throat, their eyes suddenly going wide as saucers, as they felt their delicate slits suddenly being invaded. But, with hands clasped firmly to the backs of their heads, gripped and held down upon their knees, there was nothing they could do. Most still tried to struggle, their voluptuous bodies wiggling pneumatically over their heroes’ laps, and their taut-spread lips trembling in desperation around the thick veiny shafts pumping rudely and possessively through them. But the heroines’ noble struggles were just met with amused chuckles from the hulking heroes’ towering above them, and enjoying both their slurps and the quivering moist folds of their pussies.

“Bodily contact is never grounds for disciplinary action,” each hero quoted, gloatingly… as his fingers continued to pluck and stroke, teasingly, at her drooling bare pussy.

As one the heroines’ eyes spread wide, and stared, trembling, down at the heroes’ cocks in shock. Lost in the mists of all that had transpired since, they had almost forgotten the very first judgment applied against Wonder Woman… and its consequences. The heroes had quite deliberately refrained from testing the boundaries of that judgment until now. Staring down the barrel of official sanction, the heroines could only blink their eyes in awe, tremble helplessly… and continue to obediently slurp and suck, as the heroes’ fingers played unchecked upon their defenseless cunts.

In seconds, however, it scarcely mattered. Whatever her feelings at the start, within a few brief strokes of the heroes’ fingers up and down her tender trembling slit, the already copious moisture glistening in each heroinoe’s pussy suddenly transformed into a flood. Within a few more strokes, accompanied as often as not by a few invasive pokes or teasing plucks at their sacred unguarded labia, they were so wet that shining juices were running openly down their trembling thighs. Each hero could not see his own slurping lover’s river of lubricant… but he could feel it, and see the shining streamers flowing down every other wiggling buxom pair of hips surrounding him in the fleshy darkness. Within a few more strokes, the judgment no longer mattered. Not a single one of the slurping whimpering heroines could have brought herself to demand her hero cease his insolent strokes within her pussy, even had her reeling mind been permitted or her cock-spread lips able.

“Hahaha…” the Bush Patroller said, as Mary Marvel, systematically bereft of first her brief lightning-bolt-adorned dress and then the skimpy panties she had worn beneath it, slurped and slurped worshipfully at his huge cock. Noble guardian of the woodlands, his fingers, up underneath her wiggling voluptuous ass, were steadily pushing deeper and deeper into the unexplored yet lubricant-drenched territory between Mary Marvel’s quivering pussy lips. “God damn…” the masked and pith-helmeted hero hissed. “This… this bitch wants it… BAD!”

“This one too!” the Reversion cackled. Upon his lap, a deep blush upon her lovely cheeks, it appeared Azure Angel had finally given in and taken the crude hero up on his offer. Her gorgeous Asian face trembled in disbelief as, only with great effort, she slowly slurped her straining lips up and down his gargantuan green shaft. Meanwhile her voluptuous hindquarters wiggled and squirmed, continuously, under the teasing strokes his thick fingers were delivering to her pussy. Beside his huge cock her little blue costume hung, at last, from his thick belt… like a trophy of conquest.

“This one three!” the Black Ninja chuckled. Sitting a couple rows behind the Reversion, his huge teeth grinned beneath his shades, gloatingly dragging a tiny Stars-and-Bars thong back and forth across the face of the Rebel Belle as she helplessly sucked his dick. Her beautiful features clad in a little Confederate flag mask to match her little panties, the Champion of the South blushed deeply… and slurped her taut-spread and helplessly quivering pink lips worshipfully up and down his gargantuan jet-black schlong, as she sucked, and sucked, and sucked. Between her wiggling pale thighs, meanwhile, his dark fingers took great pleasure in plucking and stroking her helpless white pussy… as it got wetter, and wetter, and wetter, with each teasing stroke he gave her.

But whether it was Aquagirl, or Ms. Marvel, or Rebel Belle, as they did their slurping, jaw-straining and newly-assigned duty one thought sooner or later entered each and every heroine’s head. As she bobbed her head worshipfully up and down his huge veiny beast, and blinked in awe down as often as not to the sight of her own captured panties dangling as a humiliating trophy beside his pubes, and felt his fingers stroking and probing insolently between her pussy lips, the thought ‘this… this feels like… I’m sucking… a villain!’ briefly entered their pretty, penis-filled, but otherwise mostly empty heads.

Each heroine blinked her eyes wide, and gaped down in awe… as, her straining lips slurping slowly up and down his huge pulsing beast a few times, she suddenly could imagine no other truth.

Then, at almost the exact same time they closed their pretty eyes and, with soft sighs, dispelled such silly notions from their swirling minds. ‘It… it couldn’t be…’ they thought, swirling their tongues worshipfully around their assigned team-mate’s pulsing schlong. ‘A heroine like me… would never do that…’ Then, all such thoughts sliding permanently out of their distracted brains, each one slowly bowed her engorged head lower and, trembling and gurgling with effort, made her first real attempt to take her massive mouth-plug all the way… while, smirking evilly above her, the grinning man on the receiving end of her heavenly pleasure rewarded her by doing the same to her pussy.

Though individually soft and faint, collectively the sighs, moans, and moist continuous slurps of the heroines sucking dick soon provided a continuous sound-track, washing around the squirming naked flesh of the Big Titty Tribunal. Gasping softly, the blushes upon their flushed cheeks growing deeper, the five mighty heroines trembled as they heard what was going on behind them. Not a one dared turn around and look… but from the way their buxom bottoms trembled upon their seats, and their lips gasped and quivered, it appeared that what was going through their fevered imaginations might well have been worse.

Finally, trembling, Power Girl raised her gavel. “Judg… judgment has been implemented,” she said, another furious squirm trembling through her ultra-buxom hips. “Let’s have the next case, now Wonder Woman. Q-quickly!” And, with a sweaty shaking hand, she banged her gavel on its block.

To be continued…