Wonder Woman:  The Great Debate - Chapter 7

Round Four:  Shower Cam

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.  A series of humiliating defeats, and the accompanying forfeits, have left her fellow heroines forced to hand over their costumes and to suck their male team-mates’ cocks, while their own naked bodies are free game for the so-called heroes’ roving hands.  Meanwhile, having also been forced to strip nude, the five buxom judges are unknowingly having their magically-drugged pussies worked over by a team of gremlins lurking under their chairs.  But the tribunal is not over, and despite her failures to date Wonder Woman has been called to move on to her next grievance.  However, her opponent may yet have a surprise in store for her, as to how she is expected to present it…

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Unlike the buxom judges seated beneath her, Wonder Woman could see exactly what was happening out in the vast audience. Though trying to keep her eyes upon her papers they continuously darted upwards, and she gaped out upon the writhing mass of bobbing heroine heads and groaning grinning hero faces in abject, disbelieving horror. Repeatedly, upon catching a glimpse of some huge glistening thing sliding out of and then back into a given valiant heroine’s taut-spread trembling lips, she let out a tiny gasp… a squirming tremble promptly passing through her hips and down into her jutting star-spangled ass.

This was not what she had expected when she began her tribunal. She had expected a star-spangled victory march that would leave all the perverse uncouth men cowering at her booted feet…and those of all her illustrious comrades. Instead, she had delivered her sisters straight into those uncouth men’s clutches.

‘It’s… it’s all my fault…’ she thought, hands trembling as she fumbled with her papers. Then, with a firm swallow and a deep breath, the quivering Amazon got her steely nerves back about her. ‘And… and only I can get them back out,’ she thought to herself determinedly, and slowly raised her regal tiara-crowned head high once more.

But, strong as her will might be, she still could not keep a slight quiver out of her voice as she faced out onto the bobbing slurping audience and began her next case.

“Th-the next violation we have to discuss,” Wonder Woman said, as sternly as she could manage as the slight ‘slorp-slorp-slorp’ of dozens of cock-sucking heroines formed a continuous undercurrent to her every word, “is the matter of the peep hole in our showers!”

“I hate to interrupt you,” Lord Virtue’s voice suddenly rumbled, his voice and smug expression saying the opposite, “but you, in fact, cannot discuss that just yet.”

Whirling round, Wonder Woman fixed him with a burning and furious glare.

“And why is that?!” the panty-clad Princess snapped – even as, as an after-effect of her swift movement, her titanic bare boobies sloshed and jiggled back and forth ponderously before him. “Is it because I’ve finally hit upon a crime for which you fetid and degenerate males have no answer?!”

“No,” Lord Virtue replied. “Because the previous round’s judgment has not been fulfilled.”

“What?” Wonder Woman gasped. Her eyes, reflexively, glanced out at the sea of slurping moaning heroines and grinning leering heroes. She took a deep breath, and licked her lips, one hand suddenly dropping down to rub at her flat bare belly nervously. “H-how?” she asked, her voice and booty shaking.

Lord Virtue smiled. “One heroine,” he said, “has not yet shown compliance with her new duties.”

“Really?” Wonder Woman asked, confused. “Who?”

For several seconds Wonder Woman’s gorgeous face stared, blankly, into his shit-eating smirk. Then, suddenly, a tiny tremble ran through her voluptuous half-naked body, as her eyes suddenly went wide. Her jaw dropped, with a gasp, as she realized what he meant. Moments later the look of most pure and unadulterated rage yet seen spread across Wonder Woman’s regal, trembling features.

“NO!” she cried, as much in disbelief as refusal. Hands balling into fists, they trembled to either side of her swooping-panty-clad hips. She stamped her foot, and trembled with fury, directing a gaze at him that, if she had had the powers to do so, would have reduced him to cinders on the spot. “NEVER!” she screamed, trembling with fury.

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Lord Virtue purred, sweetly.

“I’m… I’m never doing that!” Wonder Woman snarled. Folding her arms beneath her titanic, jiggling bare breasts, she stamped her booted foot again. “Not… not for any hero. And especially not for YOU!”

“Really?” he purred. “So you are going against the dictates of your own Tribunal… as sworn on your very own lasso?”

For several seconds Wonder Woman glared at him and seethed. Her lips trembled, as did her voluptuous body. But she said nothing. Finally, lips twisting into a smirk, Virtue tried a different tactic.

“Or,” he cooed, sweetly, “is it that you’re scared?”

“Scared?” Wonder Woman promptly snapped. Her arms quivered, beneath her enormous sloshing breasts. “An… an Amazon is scared of nothing!” she declared, haughtily.

“Oh, but I think you are,” Lord Virtue purred. “I think you’re scared of one thing, Wonder Woman.  I think you are scared of my penis.”

He gestured down to the bulging front of his purple briefs. Though she stood before him trembling with rage, Wonder Woman’s eyes nevertheless obediently followed.

“I think you’re scared that my cock is so big,” Lord Virtue gloated, eyes sliding up and down her awesome hourglass curves in turn, “that at the mere sight of it, you will find yourself unable to argue with me at all!”

Wonder Woman breathed deep. Her eyes darted up from his crotch… then slid back down again before finally lifting up to his face and staying there. “That’s… that’s ridiculous…” she said, a tiny tremble running through her sleek and shapely half-stripped body.

Lord Virtue chuckled softly, and shook his head.

“I guess the Amazons are cowards after all…” he teased.

Wonder Woman trembled, and glared. She turned her head away, seething, and wiggled her arms beneath her titanic tits, before looking back and shooting daggers from her blue eyes into his.

“Fine,” she hissed at last. Her jutting round star-spangled bottom quivered, briefly, before she got herself back under control. “If… if you insist… then I will show you how meaningless your big, precious phallus really is to me…” she said.

Lord Virtue’s smirk spread, and his eyes glittered.

“Waiting for a signed invitation, Princess?” he asked, gesturing towards the center of the stage.

Breathing hard, Wonder Woman lifted her chin petulantly, and glared at him. Then, with a reluctant sigh, she turned her head away.

“Very well,” she said.

Slowly, she sank to her knees upon the stage. Coming down onto all fours she crawled forward… head lifted as regally high as possible and glaring up at him as she did so, and star-spangled bottom wiggling delectably behind her.

Grinning, Lord Virtue strutted forth and met her halfway at the center of the stage. He stood facing the audience and spread his legs while, with a soft sigh, she wiggled into place at his feet. Her awesome star-spangled ass ended up facing directly out to the slurping audience, so close to the edge her big buns jutted out past the end of the stage. Coming up high upon her knees, Wonder Woman pulled her hair back while keeping her chin raised, and glared at him.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked.

“Nothing,” the buxom Amazon hissed, after she had delayed as long as she could. Then, coming forward upon her knees she lifted her hands up and rested them gently upon the front of his trunks.

Staring at his huge bulge, the Amazon stopped and took a long, slow breath. ‘It’s just a penis…’ she told herself, closing her eyes briefly and trying to center herself. ‘It… it may be your first… but women have been dealing with them since the dawn of time.’ Steeling her nerves, she slowly slid her fingertips down inside the waist of his briefs. Then, with a last deep gasp of breath, and a sultry glare up into his eyes, she pulled it down.

“Oh! My GODDESS!!!” Wonder Woman promptly shrieked.  Her jaw dropped open in shock as a gargantuan purple blur burst from his trousers and rushed at her.  Acting on instinct she recoiled back from it, nearly tumbling off the stage. Clutching the edge of the stage and trembling, she gaped up at the huge thing looming over her in shock. She could not help herself. Eyes wide and quivering in awe, her luscious mouth dropped wide open and quivered in disbelief.

“Oh… oh my Goddess…” Wonder Woman whispered, voice and body trembling with shock. “Your penis… it’s HUGE!”

Indeed it was. A huge smirk upon his lips, Lord Virtue stood tall above the mighty Amazon and let her get an eyeful. The gargantuan purple beast sprouting from his loins, arcing smoothly upward and pussy-ruiningly hard, was so big that even most of the heroines out in the audience, already busily slurping their straining lips up and down foot-long behemoths of their own, opened their eyes wide and trembled in shock.  Their faces tilted over to stare up at it upon the huge screens above the stage. Only Sea King, smirking confidently with his two-foot leviathan swaddled by two teen heroine throats, seemed beyond being threatened by Lord Virtue’s tremendous manhood.

Slowly, her breath coming in soft pants, Wonder Woman sat back up and brought her face level with his penis.

“Oh… by… by the Gods…” she whispered, staring at it in disbelief from a range of two inches. She licked her lips, and then drew in a deep shuddering breath. “By… by the GODS!” she moaned, eyes sweeping up and down to take it all in once more, and going wide and wild in the process.

Lord Virtue enjoyed the sight of his sworn enemy gazing in rapt disbelief at his penis. But, soon enough, he began to grow impatient.

“You going to stare at it all night, Diana?” he finally asked, “Or are you gonna start sucking?”

Wonder Woman took another deep, huge-breast-sloshing breath, her eyes glued to it. She seemed close to panic.

“But… but… it’s so big…” she whispered.

Her lips quivered in disbelief, an inch from his veiny flesh. She bit them, whimpered nervously, and then opened them with a gasp.

“I… I don’t think it will even fit… fit inside me…” she whimpered.

Whether the Amazon meant her mouth, or somewhere else, she never specified. But the sudden  pneumatic squirm that ran through her buxom star-spangled ass moments later, its jutting fertile curves trembling upon the edge of the stage, perhaps provided a hint.

Lord Virtue frowned down at her. He was not one to be lenient, overall – least of all to the busty bitch who had spent all night long trying to refute and belittle him. Failing, of course, but trying nonetheless. But he had also spent all night staring at her spectacular body, squirming and swaying just across the stage from him, and by now his enormous mutant balls hung extremely heavy and were tautly swollen with seed. So, in the end, in the interest of getting her pleasures on his penis as fast as possible, he decided to be magnanimous.

“That’s okay,” he cooed down to her. “Just get your tongue on it and start licking. Do that, and I’ll let you start your next argument between laps.”

Wonder Woman took a deep breath, eyes glued to his penis.

“Think you can at least do that?” he chided her, smirking.

His mocking tone and prodding words finally drew a response from the quivering, panty-clad princess. With a gasp, she lifted her head and looked up at him. And, in an instant, trembling out of her with one last delectable squirm of her body, her immortal Amazonian spirit had reasserted herself. Lifting her head high beside his throbbing schlong, she glared up at him, her blue eyes suddenly burning with defiant rage.

“Of… of course!” she snapped up at him. Her lips twisted into a smirk. “An Amazon can do anything.” Her eyes shone, staring up at his. “I will show you,” she cooed, “that no matter how big and thick and… and lordly your penis, it will not diminish in the slightest my ability to destroy your manly pride!”

And, eyes glittering up into his with righteous determination, the Amazon turned her head, and extended her tongue. Starting at his base, she slowly drew her soft glistening tongue all the way down the left side of his penis, her burning glare fixed upon his face the whole time. But when she reached his tip, her eyes darted away, and her lips drew back with a gasp. She trembled, momentarily. Then, leaning back in, she delicately swirled her little tongue back, an inch or two, down his huge cockhead, and then back out to the tip. Sliding her tongue back into her mouth, she took a deep breath and steeled herself again. Then, eyes going back up to his and resuming their burning glare, she transferred her gorgeous head around to his other side and, starting once more with her tip in his pubes, licked all the way out to the tip again.

“Mmmm…” Lord Virtue purred. His head rolling back, a huge smile of exquisite pleasure spread across his lips as Wonder Woman licked his cock again and again and again. “Mmm…” he sighed again, his huge head rolling from one vast shoulder to the other… as the soft ‘lap lap lap’ of a mighty heroine moistening his cock rose up, like sweet music, from the beautiful, raven-black and tiara-crowned head bobbing delicately before his waist.

“That’s… that’s good bitch…” Lord Virtue sighed as Wonder Woman, having licked him from stem to stern on both sides, on top, and on bottom, spent a few seconds with her head at his tip, her luscious tongue swirling round and round his tender meatus. “I… I withdraw my previous objection,” he said, his huge body shuddering with heavenly, Wonder-tongue-administered delights. “You… you may resume your case…” he said. “Advocate.”

To have her title repeated caused a deep blush to spread across Wonder Woman’s cheeks… even as her lips, quivering slightly, closed together and pressed tenderly to the very tip of his penis. Then, opening it with a gasp, she stared at his glistening length for a few seconds and then took a deep breath.

“Thank you,” she said. Extending her tongue, she gave the underside of his cockhead a brief, swirling lap. “As… as I was saying…” she said. Bowing her head, she closed her lips around the side of his cock-head, and gave it a slurping kiss. “We… we heroines have been defiled…” she continued. Extending her tongue again she rolled it up and around the vast veiny girth of his cock, and then drew it back, and moaned in awe. “In our most… most precious and personal… of sanctums.” She finished her opening statement with three quivering kisses to his cock.

Lord Virtue chuckled. “Well, that’s simply dastardly,” he purred.

At the sound of his voice Wonder Woman’s eyes turned up to him, and her gorgeous face once more twisted into an instinctively hateful glare. Her eyes burned up at him in fury… as her lips pressed kiss after kiss to the side of his dick.

“Would you like some visual… evidence of our transgressions?” Lord Virtue asked, in between groans of pleasure at her softly slurping service.

Wonder Woman’s lips wrapped around him, and then trembled with rage as she glared. Then they slid off with a loud ‘smack!’

“Yes!” she hissed. Then, opening wide, she righteously extended her tongue and caressed it stalwartly up and down him.

“Okay,” Virtue said, raising her remote for him. “In exchange, you get those lips around at least the tip of my cock and start actually sucking…”

Pulling back, Wonder Woman took a deep breath, staring down the length of his penis.  Then, she slowly nodded.

“Deal,” she whispered.

Opening her lips wide, she wrapped them over his gargantuan tip. Her rage briefly subsided as a tiny shudder passed through her, and she whimpered in awe to feel how wide her lips had to spread. But somehow, pushing her ravishing face forward, she managed to force her tautening lips up until they slipped over the crest of his huge cock-head. Then, bobbing her head upon just the first few inches of his dick she began, once more glaring up ferociously over her wide-plugged mouth, to suck.

“Mmm…” Lord Virtue purred. Then, raising the remote casually over his shoulder, he pressed a button.

The huge screens to either side of the auditorium continued to show live footage of Wonder Woman on her knees, lips stretched wide, and head bobbing gently up and down the first few bloated inches of Virtue’s cock. But the vast screens behind him switched to show instead illicitly recorded footage from the inside of the women’s shower.

It was evident within seconds, however, that the footage that began to play was not a dispassionate sequence of dull evidence shots. Instead, a bouncy and distinctly raunchy musical track began to play, under a highlight reel of shots from the inside of the superheroines’ shower. Cutting every half second or so, a whirling montage of huge bare breasts sloshing, naked pussies dripping, and bare bottoms wiggling under the rolling droplets flashed gloriously across the screen.

“Oops…” Lord Virtue purred, as above him a double-view of Power Girl’s distinctively enormous hooters shook back and forth, droplets flying from her giant nipples and ponderously curved surfaces, their every jiggle and jostle in perfect time to the beat. “Looks like I played my… personal version by mistake,” he said.

Gaping up from the judge’s table, the Tribunal appeared too busy squirming their buxom hips into their seats and trying to keep their jaws off the table to reply, or to even think of punishing him.

Then, after its splashy intro the video moved on to longer clips. But these too, it swiftly became clear, were not randomly chosen. For after the montage, the video cut straight to a pair of voluptuous naked women playing with each other in the shower. Water rolling down their bodies, they giggled and gasped as their luscious flesh rubbed against one another, while their gorgeous faces eagerly swapped spit. Only the teeny tiny masks they wore identified them as being the spectacularly busty heroine Got Gal, and Ms. Americana’s shapely teen sidekick Flag Girl. Ms. Americana gaped in disbelief from her seat… her hips suddenly squirming even more violently directly down into her seat.

A few rows behind her, eyes blinking up in awe, Got Gal whimpered softly… but was unable to do more as, driven by the huge mitt wrapped around the back of her head, the Mexican hero El Cerdo’s gargantuan greasy dick forced its way brutally in and out of her throat. Flag Girl herself, meanwhile, was too awed and engrossed in eagerly slurping her taut-spread teen lips eagerly up and down her chosen hero’s extremely long and extremely black cock to even notice.

The music meanwhile, had suddenly softened, making for a light and jazzy background as the two gorgeous blondes slurped and sighed into one another eagerly. Their lips trembled, delicately, as they exchanged kiss after kiss, while down below their hands swooped and slid up and down each other’s swelling silky curves, Flag Girl’s young fingers rubbing eagerly up and down Got Gal’s buxomly rounded ass, while Got Gal’s slender and mature fingers eagerly cupped and squeezed at Flag Girl’s delicate yet jutting teen rump. Rubbing back and forth, meanwhile, the tips of the heroines’ large bare breasts batted delicately against one another in mid-air – Flag Girl eagerly having to stand on quivering tip-toe to do so. At one particularly deep rubbing of their large tender nipples together both heroines drew back with a gasp. They looked upon one another, eyes glazed and lips trembling. Then, each letting out a hungry mewl, they dove back down onto one another and renewed their kiss, much much deeper than before… while both their hands began to slip down between each others’ legs.

At that moment, the spy footage suddenly cut away yet again. The music suddenly soared up from its previous smooth jazz into a bumping, brassy, anticipatory beat. Suddenly – appearing in a swift succession of brief cuts against slight variations of walls – five different voluptuous heroines suddenly strutted in from the right side of the screen, and took up position, one after another, at the center. Most were naked, but two still wore skimpy and sopping wet super-panties. Then, in another succession of quick cuts, each settled her curvaceous backside against the wall and, leaning out with a gasp, turned her gorgeous head first this way and then the other… verifying that no one was there to see her. No one, that is, for the unseen yet mercilessly unblinking camera.

Then, one by one, hands trembling slightly and bodies trembling eagerly, one girl after another slowly slid a guilty hand down her sleek and amazingly sculpted body. Two of them slowly pulled their panties down onto their thighs, while the remaining three slipped their hands unimpeded up between their long bare legs. Each momentarily stopped – more than one raising up a fluttering free hand to delicately cover her lips – and verified once more, beautiful eyes blinking wide, that they were alone. Then, with a little whimpering moan, each and every one spread her legs wide, sent her hand diving up between her thighs, and began eagerly playing with themselves.

“Mmmmm!” Ms. Americana whimpered, head rolling back, as her little gloved fingers started to pump and pulse in her pussy. Out amidst the Tribunal the real Americana gaped in horror… and thanked her stars, even as she watched her own buxom hips shake back and forth with delighted passion, that she had been paranoid enough to wear her mask even in the shower.

“Nnnng!” Axanna Morgan moaned and, out in the audience, the wide-eyed real Green Specter instantly regretted to the very pit of her soul that she hadn’t… and yet, had still worn in the tiny pair of tell-tale panties that, dangling down between her trembling thighs, still made it absolutely clear who she was. She could make no move to try to explain herself, though – not with a large swarthy penis shuttling in and out of her lips. Fortunately, her chosen hero was not so impeded.

“Hmmm…” he said, raising a few fingers to his chin. “A wealthy heiress eh?” He chuckled… as, pushing down her gurgling blonde head, he enjoyed another long slow deep suck from her slurping lips. “Why… my rewards for tonight’s work just grow better and better!” His hand, down around her, gave her huge yet perfectly silky buttocks a possessive squeeze.

Whimpering, Axanna nevertheless wiggled a little closer, and did her best to persuade him not to share her secret the only way she now could… by bobbing her gorgeous blonde head a little deeper, and sucking a little further down his enormous and appreciatively throbbing penis.

Meanwhile, upon the screen, one heroine after another whimpered softly and moaned, her body trembling and thrashing, as her steadily moistening fingers continued to pound and thrust in her own pussy. The camera zoomed in and, in another repeating sequence, showed each beauty slowly and hesitantly sliding her second finger in alongside the first… and then, her third. As their thick bundles of digits pounded furiously in themselves, each beauty moaned and trembled with her desperate need… but, though their moist voluptuous curves wiggled and squirmed furiously upon the screen, could not seem to find the release they craved.

Finally, one after another, each beauty could no longer resist. One by one, in reverse order of how they had appeared upon the screen, each masturbating heroine tilted her gorgeous head back and, luscious lips trembling, finally moaned forth what she was really after.

“Oh… oh, God…” She Hulk moaned. Her long green fingers pounded furiously in her dark green cunt with all the power her gamma-boosted body could muster… yet, could not quite seem to get her quivering ultra-buxom hips where they wanted to go. Her mighty thighs trembled helplessly, spread wide as they could while remaining bound by the drooping husk of her skimpy purple-and-white one-piece costume. “Oh, GOD!” she moaned, furiously. “M-Master me, you… you brute! I… I want to be as helpless… before your COCK… as… as any waifish maid in the arms of a ruffian. Oh… oh GOD! Take me! Chain me! MASTER ME! P-please!”

As she moaned, bright fluid splattered from her green pussy. A pathetic excuse for an orgasm rippled through her quivering and mightily buxom figure… and yet, based on the awed expression trembling across her gorgeous face, it was the closest to a real one Jennifer Walters had had in a long, long time.

Suddenly the scene changed, and the sleek and voluptuous mutant known as Jean Grey appeared in Shulkie’s stead. She wore around her temples the little golden anti-psionic circlet required of all potential mind-readers within the base, in order to satisfy the many paranoid heroes and heroines of L.O.V.E. that their identities would not be violated. It did not suppress her powers too much, however, to prevent her using them for prurient purposes. Both hands clutching at her head, the gorgeous redhead moaned and gasped with pleasure as, between her spread and trembling thighs, a gushing detachable shower-head snaked up and down upon its steel cable, working over her naked and naturally red-headed pussy like the mouth of a lover, of its own accord.

“Oh… oh God…” the mighty psychic whimpered, lips trembling between the hands clutched to both her blushing cheeks. “Oh… oh God… Yes! YESSS!!! Take me! Keep me! Ch-CHAIN ME!!!” Her hands suddenly swooped down from her face to quiver, wrists held together, behind her squirming voluptuous hips, in perfect imitation of being helplessly bound. “Oh… oh yes!” she whimpered, her head rolling with pleasure, as the detached shower head continued to pump and pulse mercilessly. “Yes… I… I can feel all the evil intentions within your head…” the psychic redhead claimed. “All… all your fetid and sinister designs upon… upon my pussy… my womb… my… my freedom…” Head shooting back, she wailed with release. “I… I want them ALL!” she squealed, her entire body shaking before the cameras. “Please! Give them to me! Give them to me! GIVE IT TO MEEE!!!” And, fluids splattering out of her pussy that had nothing to do with the gushing showerhead, with a visible orgasmic shudder rippling up and down her svelte naked body, she came.

Instantly, the view cut yet again… to show yet another member of the Big Titty Tribunal. Princess She-Ra moaned and whimpered, clad only in her trademark crown, as her long fingers plunged furiously in and out of her dripping drooling cunt.

“Oh… oh, yes!” she moaned, her gorgeous blonde face rippling with pleasure. “Yes… s-slay me!” Her ravishing head tilted back, until only the underside of her sculpted chin could be seen, and her entire voluptuous body trembled, from the tips of her gargantuan wobbling bare breasts to the abs of her flat belly, and tips of her wide-spread knees. “Oh… yes!” she moaned. “Th-thrust your sword in DEEP!” she begged, her inadequate fingers seeking to do just that as best they could. “Slay me! Slay my pussy! SLAY MEEEEE!!!”

The video cut yet again, this time to once more show poor face-exposed Green Specter. The mighty huge-breasted blonde shuddered and whimpered with pleasure, her fingers pumping as best they could with her thighs kept squeezed tight together by her tiny rolled-up panties. She proved much less articulate than her sisters, but the whimpers passing up from her throat, the trembles passing up and down her sleek flat belly, and the huge extended nipples rolling round and round in little circles at the tips of her gargantuan natural jugs, left little doubt what was going through her. At long last, she opened her luscious trembling lips, and squealed just two words.

“En… ENSLAVE ME!!!” she begged, her entire ultra-voluptuous body shuddering with the furious force of but a minor release. Then, fingers continuing to pound away eagerly yet fruitlessly inside her cunt, she once more descended into mindless whimpering pleasure.

At last, it cut to only the last heroine. Her face still protected by her mask, absolutely no other inch of Ms. Americana’s sloshing and gloriously over-endowed body enjoyed the same protection as she wiggled and whimpered upon the screen. A tight bundle of four fingers plunged furiously in and out of her taut-spread leaking little pussy, while her thumb rubbed relentlessly upon her own helpless clitoris. Finally, with a deep whimper, Ms. Americana finally opened her shuddering lips wide and, at last of all heroines, gave a name to the villain that was fucking them in their swirling fantasies.

“Oh… oh YES!” she moaned. “Oh… yes, Lord Virtue! Fuck me! Fuck me with… with your HUGE, superior purple cock!”

Out in her seat, Ms. Americana’s already deep blush grew so red it almost seemed to match the hair of Jean Grey, whose slurping cock-filled and still-circleted head bobbed rhythmically up and down just behind her. She whimpered with shame… and, buxom hips swirling in continuous helpless circles upon her seat, continued to watch with rapt attention.

“Oh, YES!” the on-screen Queen of Justice squealed. “C-conquer me, you arrogant STUD! I… I deserve it! Ravage me! P-punish me! I beg you! Bend me to your WILLL!!!”

Descending into her own squealing squirting orgasm upon the screen, Ms. Americana lost the power of speech as fluids shot from her self-ravaged pussy. Smirking, Lord Virtue lifted the remote and suddenly muted the squealing self-conquered heroine.

“Of course,” he cooed, for the benefit of his awed, blinking, and mostly busily cock-sucking female audience, “as before, none of these ladies expressed quite the same thoughts, just a few minutes later.”

At his waist, Wonder Woman’s gorgeous raven-haired head bobbed and slurped delicately, as she continued to suck relentlessly upon the first few inches of his huge penis. Smirking, Virtue reached down and stroked a hand through her lustrous black hair, just behind her gleaming golden crown. Wonder Woman sighed softly, and squirmed upon her knees, but otherwise made no response. Her eyes, glued to the huge penis extending out of her taut-spread drooling lips, blinked wide and otherwise didn’t even acknowledge he had spoken. Virtue smirked, and looked back up from the heaven lapping at his tip to his gaping squirming audience.

“Behold,” he purred, and lifting his remote up to point once more at the voluptuous Queen of Justice who continued to shake and to squirt fluids silently above him, unmuted her and then clicked skip. A piercing orgasmic squeal boomed forth from the speakers for half a second, before the video advanced.

In the next scene, the door to the women’s showers suddenly burst open and Jennifer Walters strutted through. Her skimpy purple-and-white one-piece was stretched gloriously over her buxom green flesh, while she wore a towel draped over one shoulder.

As it happened the huge green hero known as the Reversion was passing the other way. “Hey baby,” he purred at her. He let his eyes dip openly up and down her spectacularly muscular curves, and whistled. “Nice bod,” he told her, smirking.

Jennifer immediately reacted as if he had slapped her across her huge, gloriously purple-and-white-panty-seat-stretching ass. Drawing herself up to her full height she folded her arms under her huge green breasts, and glared. “Keep your lusts to yourself,” she hissed, her eyes flashing, “and off my body. It doesn’t want them!”

The Reversion looked taken aback for a second. Then he shrugged. “Whatever,” he said, and continued his strut. When he was a few feet away he looked back over his massive shoulder, and softly muttered, “bitch…”

Arms still folded beneath her deep moist cleavage, Jennifer glared and watched his backside sway away. But, slowly, as she stood with her powerful legs spread, the camera zoomed in slowly, until it was focused straight on the apex of her thighs. It hovered there for a few seconds… and moments later, clear as day, two trickling streams of creamy moisture that had nothing to do with her recent shower drooled out of either side of Jennifer’s skimpy purple-and-white crotch.

Again and again the video cut, each time showing a horny and naughty heroine emerging from the showers. As this was, for obvious if prurient reasons, a popular place for heroes to hang out, each immediately found one or more staring at her. And, one by one, each lifted her chin high and, sniffing disdainfully, showed off how much she spurned him.

“Hey baby,” two lounging heroes said, looking her up and down eagerly, as Jean Grey emerged from her moist and pumping showers.

The voluptuous heroine had chosen to strut to and from her quarters wearing nothing but a tiny pair of white satin thong panties, and a towel hanging down around her neck to just barely cover the tips of her large naked breasts. Despite this, she promptly put both hands upon her shapely panty-clad hips, and glared at them. “Perverts!” she hissed. Then, lifting her chin high she promptly marched past the two heroes. As she did so, whether intentionally or unintentionally, the haughty heroine gave the two men a spectacular view of her shapely buns swaying back and forth before them in her moist and tiny thong. They enjoyed the show eagerly and, unfazed by her comment, watched her go almost as avidly as they had watched her arrive.

Moments later, in the subjective world of the tape, it was Princess She-Ra who strutted, naked body moist, from her achingly pleasurable shower. Having neglected to bring either her dress or her panties with her, the shapely blonde wore only a moist towel looped around her hourglass curves, just barely covering her large jiggling breasts and her naked leaking pussy.

Having seen her enter, no less than three heroes were waiting to watch the voluptuous Princess emerge. One whistled softly, while the other two eagerly and openly looked her mostly-exposed curves up and down.

Stopping pneumatically before them, the mighty Princess came up as tall as she could and, holding her towel tight around her body, glared at them with regal fury. “Take a picture,” the noble beauty hissed. “It will last longer!”

“Okay!” the central hero purred. He pointed his finger down at the bottom hem of her little towel, which seemed to lay no more than an inch below her pussy, and mimed using a single finger to lift it up. “Care to pose for us, first, baby?” he cooed.

She-Ra trembled with fury, her glare darkening. “Perverts!” she hissed. Then, making a swooping turn away, she marched decidedly away from them. Leaning away from the wall the three heroes eagerly watched.

And, once more, the camera zoomed in quietly, until it was focused directly between the heroine’s shapely marching thighs. And, as it lingered for a few seconds, clear as day, a shining trickle of moisture emerged from beneath her little towel and ran, shimmering, down the interior of her silky inner thigh.

Next, Green Specter came strutting forth from the women’s showers. Having thought to bring her panties, the busty heroine was wearing them, the crotch and ass peeking out a few inches beneath the towel she had wrapped around her big jiggling breasts. Stepping through the door she paused and blinked in surprise, looking slightly disappointed, that no heroes were waiting to leer at her.

“Hey, bitch,” a deep voice suddenly said.

Green Specter gasped, her body leaping and her jaw dropping, as a rude hand suddenly slammed down onto her voluptuous barely-covered behind. Her fertile hips shot forward, while her luscious lips closed into a shocked little ‘o’. Whirling, rubbing her bum, she gasped to find herself standing before the leering form of the Bush Protector.

“You alright?” he asked, leering. He nodded back at the wall. “Heard a lot of screamin’ in there.” His grin broadened. “You need me to give you any help, baby?” he cooed. “Like… maybe back at my place?”

Green Specter breathed deep and for a moment she quivered before them. Then, slowly, her chin lifted and her eyes darkened. And, though she stood before him in only a tiny pair of panties and a delicately wrapped towel, she lifted herself up to her full height and allowed her customary offended pique to spread across her face.

“Asshole!” she hissed. Her hand suddenly had to dart up to catch her towel, moments before it would have slipped off her gigantic jostling boobies, exposing them to his view. Her luscious hips swayed back and forth and she glared. “I don’t need anything from any man!” she swore, eyes burning at him. “Least of all you! Now… good day!”

Whirling she marched away from his leering gaze as fast as her bustling hips would take her as, unperturbed, he craned his head out and watched eagerly.

At last the video cut one more time, and Ms. Americana emerged from the shower. Having apparently stashed them in her locker the buxom raven-haired heroine was once more wearing her trademark panties, as well as her mask. But she had apparently neglected to bring anything else, for her titanic breasts were squeezed into a thin white T-shirt whose billowing hem reached only halfway down her narrow hourglass waist. Her large nipples, still erect, poked prominently through the thin shirt. Below, from the crotch of her skimpy panties, oozing streamers of creamy post-orgasmic moisture continued to pour out and trickle down her shapely thighs.

Stopping a few feet away from the door, Ms. Americana sighed softly and, raising her hands, ran her fingers through her moist hair. Then, her back arched and both her butt and her huge breasts thrust out, the heroine gasped softly as, out of the corner of her eye, she realized she was being watched. The hulking form of none other than Lord Virtue himself stood propped casually against an adjacent wall, arms folded across his massive chest, smirking slightly as he enjoyed the show.

“Hey, baby,” he purred.

Instantly, arms still up and body still on spectacular display side-on to him, a flash of aroused pique flared in Ms. Americana’s eyes.

“Lord Virtue,” she hissed back, frostily.

“Anything you want to… say to me?” the gargantuan leader of the male half of L.O.V.E. asked her.

Hands still back and pulling her wet hair into a bun, Ms. Americana trembled slightly. She could not help herself. Very briefly her eyes darted down to his crotch. Her jaw dropped, and for just a moment she gasped softly at the huge bulge she saw there. Then, hips wiggling in agitation, her eyes quickly darted back up to her face, and her glare intensified.

“Ab-absolutely NOT!” the mighty Queen of Justice declared. Then, whirling, she presented to him her jutting, awesomely rounded, and extremely scantily-clad ass. “Good day to you,” she hissed frostily over her shoulder. Then, chin lifted high, the voluptuous heroine proceeded to strut slowly away. The camera zoomed in a bit and lingered on her ass as she did so… showing, without a doubt, the exaggerated and wide swaying of her buxom hips as she shook them for him – deliberately taunting him with her magnificent panty-clad posterior.

Squirming in her seat and gaping in horror, the real Queen of Justice trembled at the slowly playing footage. “It’s… it’s a lie she softly whispered, voice quivering. “Those… those were two separate incidents.”

This was true. She neglected to mention that in her shower session immediately before the latter clip, though not facing as carefully into the hidden camera, she had in fact pumped her pussy twice as hard, for twice as long… and screamed Lord Virtue’s name twice as loud.

The video cut yet again, this time to show another montage of ladies making out with each other in the shower. Several seconds into it Power Girl, her hand trembling and her eyes wide and glued to the screen, finally lifted her gavel and banged it, gently yet repeatedly, on its block.

“Th-that’s enough, Lord Virtue,” she said, squirming. “The existence of the peepholes has been proved…”

“You’re welcome, Chairwoman,” Lord Virtue purred. Raising a hand, he pressed another button on his remote. The image of two women’s luscious lips wrapping around each other in a passionate kiss slowly faded… to be replaced by the image of Wonder Woman’s luscious lips sighing softly as she pressed a slurping kiss to the side of Lord Virtue’s penis.

“Continue with your argument,” Power Girl said, softly.

Lord Virtue grinned, as, from below, the sound of more soft slurps and sighs continued to carry up around him. “Actually,” he purred, grinning, “it’s still Wonder Woman’s argument.”

“Oh,” Power Girl said. Her ultra-buxom hips gave an exceptionally wide and fleshy wiggle upon her seat. “Diana, would you please continue?” she asked.

The Amazon Princess did as she was asked, but perhaps not in the way Power Girl had intended. For the next several seconds the only sound in the room was the soft slurping moans, amplified by the automatic microphones as, her gorgeous raven-haired tiara-crowned head bobbing delicately, Wonder Woman sucked reverently at the first four or five inches of Lord Virtue’s jaw-breakingly-thick cock. Her beautiful blue eyes, focused downwards, glared continuously at the huge beast shuttling in and out of her lips… but that didn’t seem for a second to stop the succulent slurping of her full trembling royal lips around his veiny girth. Her ample drool ran around her engorged lips in glistening streams, and hung in wavering tendrils from her chin. More than a little had already dripped down into her massive bare breasts.

“Wonder Woman?” Virtue cooed.

With a tiny moan, a little jerk suddenly quivered through every voluptuously curved inch of the Amazon’s kneeling body. Her eyes slowly lifted up to him… and her furious glare promptly intensified. Yet her lips, wrapped ride around his titanically-flared cock-head, did not for a second cease their rhythmic slurping.

“We are all waiting on you to speak,” he said. He gestured out over the immense audience.

A tremble ran through Wonder Woman’s body, and a slight blush spread across her cheeks, as she suddenly remembered the vast number of eyes staring at her quivering star-spangled ass and her bobbing raven-haired head. But she still didn’t immediately stop sucking. Virtue watched, smirking, as her luscious lips, spread taut around him, made another few delicious quivering passes back and forth over the crest of his huge cock-head. Then, at last, Wonder Woman slurped back, and off the tip of the hulking hero’s penis. She squirmed upon her knees, staring at its glistening length in awe.

“But…” she whimpered. Head ringing with the aftermath of his cock, she momentarily seemed overcome by confusion.

Virtue chuckled. “I know,” he purred, stroking the back of her beautiful head as if she were his pet. “You feel it would be improper to speak, since you have not completed your service.”

A tremble ran through Wonder Woman’s body. Her eyes slowly lifted from his penis to his face. “Yes,” she whispered. Her traditional furious glare swiftly returned.  "Exactly,” she hissed. And, eyes burning, she extended her tongue and furiously gave the side of his penis a long and angry lick.

Virtue grinned. “That’s okay,” he said. “Get those tits up and around my cock, and I’ll let you talk as long as you like…”

“Oh,” Wonder Woman said. Bowing her head, she pressed a kiss to his penis, then withdrew, a few tendrils of her shining spittle connecting her lips to his. “Okay,” she softly whispered, the glistening chains breaking and falling.

Slowly, awkwardly, Wonder Woman rose up from her knees until she was crouched upon her heels. Her squatting thighs were spread wide, leaving the sleekly swooping crotch of her world-famous star-spangled panties on full display between them. Apparently being very diligent to her duties, Wonder Woman’s luscious lips continued to nibble and slurp delicately at the head of her opponent’s huge penis for several more seconds, while she stabilized herself atop her gleaming heels.

Then, with a soft gasp and a pop of her slurping lips, she finally let him go. His huge dick dipped down, pointing towards her tits. Watching it, Wonder Woman trembled upon her heels and breathed deep. Then, slowly, lifting up on her folded legs, she lifted her gigantic breasts up until they jiggled, ponderously, opposite the tip of his cock. Leaning forward, she delicately rubbed the extended nipple and rounded tip of her enormous yet perfectly shapely left breast against his tip.

“Oh… yeahhh…” Lord Virtue purred, head rolling back and his dick pulsing with pleasure.

Wonder Woman took a deep, shuddering breath, slowly rolling her erect tender nipple around and around his tip. Then she backed off, turned her shoulders and, as they swayed and jiggled ponderously after just that simple motion, leaned out again and did the same with her tremendous jiggling right. Her erect nipple and soft rounded flesh jiggled up and down his shaft a few times, bathing it in shimmying heaven. Then she withdrew.

Breathing deep, Wonder Woman slowly hobbled forward upon her heels. She watched with open, rapt, quivering lips as her opponent’s gargantuan purple cock slowly nudged its way, like a luridly lolling serpent, deeper and deeper up into the shimmying crevice between her tits. At last he was embedded as deep as he would go. Lifting up her hands she took a delicate grip upon the side of her big breasts, and gently squeezed them together. Both hero and heroine gasped softly, he with pleasure and she with awe, as her tremendous silky warm tit-flesh tenderly yet firmly enveloped the lower several inches of his immense shaft.

“Mmmmm…” Lord Virtue purred, head rolling with pleasure on his shoulders. “That’s nice…” he said. “But a little dry. Lube it up for me, will you baby?”

The sound of his voice, making a demand of her, caused her customary arrogant defiance to flicker back to life across Wonder Woman’s gorgeous face, replacing the blank gaping stare with which she had previously observed the sight of his awe-inspiring cock between her titties. Rage trembled across her sculpted features, as she regarded him throbbing luridly between her cleavage. “As you wish,” she hissed. Leaning her beautiful head forward, she gathered up a great wad of saliva in her regal mouth and spit down for him into her titties a couple of times. Soon, the interior of her gigantic jostling cock-worshiping breasts was slick and glistening, bathing his veiny shaft in moisture as well as her heavy yet silky-soft warmth.

Then, turning her ravishing tiara-crowned head high, Wonder Woman glared with fury up into the hero’s face… even as, below, her delicately cupped hands began to jiggle her huge titties up and down his long veiny shaft. “Satisfied?” she hissed, her lips trembling with rage, just above where her deep round jiggling cleavage wobbled up and down his titanic girth, like creamy waves caressing the sides of an immense lighthouse.

“Sure…” Lord Virtue purred, his body singing and his dick twitching with pleasure as it received a servicing worthy of a God. He waited for several seconds, and several heavenly strokes of her titanic tits up and down his cock. “Go ahead and speak,” he finally reminded her.

“Right,” Wonder Woman said.

And yet she still took several seconds, and several trips of her huge jiggling jugs up and down his thick veiny length, to formulate her thoughts. Finally, staring in fury at the sight of her projecting nipples and areolae jiggling in little circles to either side of his delightedly pulsing meat, she opened her snarling lips and spoke.

“As… as you have seen,” she hissed, huge heavy jugs making another stroke up and down his huge shaft,“the men of this team have behaved in the most beastly matter to our heroines, violating them in… in their deepest and most protected sanctums.”

She paused a moment, retracting her breasts out to caress against him with her delicate tips while she formulated more thoughts, then letting him slip deep back down into her heavy, silky globular cleavage once she was done.

“As a result,” she hissed, her lips twisting up into a smirk, “I move that… that ALL male privileges granted so far be revoked. That heroines' right to their own bodies be restored. That their bras and panties be returned.” She wiggled a little closer to him, her own sleek star-spangled panties on spectacular display before him between her well-spread thighs and wobbling penis-worshiping tits.

Due to his vast size, Lord Virtue’s penis took significant stimulation to reach its full engorged hardness. But, after numerous deep jiggling strokes from her huge tits he was now there. Wonder Woman stared down at the huge, rock-hard beast between her breasts. Slowly, she smirked. Backing her big star-spangled ass up slightly, she let his huge serpent rise up before her. Then, lifting up higher on her legs, she brought her gigantic perfectly-shapely jugs up and cradled his huge beast from below. His huge balls tickled at her nipples as they waved heavily back and forth, while his massive flared cock-head ended up directly before her lips. Smirking eagerly, Wonder Woman craned her head forward and stroked and flicked it with her tongue. Her smirk broadened, reveling in her power, as the passage of her glistening tongue made the huge hero hiss and gasp with pleasure.

“And,” she purred, eyes glittering up at him eagerly, her lips smirking as her tongue extended forth to give him another devious lap.  “I… I move…” she said, her lustrous tongue darting out between each and every word, “that it be… the men… who must drop their little speedos… to their… ankles… every… time… they enter our base!”

She ran her tongue round and round his huge glans, while her eyes sparkled with mischief.

“So we can see…” she purred, and paused to wrap and twist her tongue around him deviously, “when they are… about.. to do something… evil!  By… by the way… their big… thick… cocks,… which want… nothing more… than to… despoil… and defile… our sacred… feminine… bodies… are… are at… full… and… predatory… extension.”

Withdrawing her moist lips, she gave Virtue’s huge, diamond-hard erection a delighted and predatory leer of her own.

“Like this one!” she cackled at the trapped, giant-breast-encased schlong.

Then, bowing her head, she sealed her argument by giving his huge penis a slurping, predatory, and malicious kiss, her full lips smirking broadly as they slurped and quivered around his huge, trapped, pulsing cock-head.

To be continued…