“You want more cock, don’t you?”

"Mmm, look at that,” Fonzie cooed, stroking the black plastic dick, which still had the blonde's fluids on it. “Knocked up by a big, thick, girthy dick. And you want more cock, don’t you?"

The crime boss watched as Starslip shuddered hard, wiping her eyes and pulling herself up a little to look in Fonzie's. She shook a little, having been bruised, battered, and possibly impregnated. However, nowhere on her face was there any hint that the Psychotic Mob Boss was wrong.

"...All you have to do is ask," Alfonso went on. “I have plenty of men who work for me that I invite up here for some fun every so often. Say the word, and I’ll bring them here.”

Starslip moaned, slowly pulling herself into a sitting-up position, watching as Alfonso stroked the faux-penis up and down. She looked ill, but the Malicious Mobster was ecstatic to recognize that it wasn’t because she made that offer, but because the young blonde might actually want it.

"...Please…” the fallen heroine begged between sobs. “...I need it…I need more cock.”

Alfonso’s eyes widened in sheer, orgasmic delight. Licking her lips, she pressed a button on her desk, and declared “Claude, Paulie, Freddie, and James, to my office IMMEDIATELY.” Within a couple of minutes, the four men in suits all filed into the office, each looking more than a bit shocked, surprised, and aroused at the sight of Star Lake’s sworn guardian in such a state atop Fonzie’s desk.

“We’ll start with Claude,” Fonzie purred, pulling an absolute giant of a silver-haired man over. “He's one of my best men, and a FANTASTIC lover."

"Bravo, Claude, for pleasing my nemesis so,” Starslip replied in a deadpan tone, though she quickly let out a loud yelp as the towering man unzipped his pants, letting his 11-inch long, girthy and veiny schlong free. “...Umm, is there any chance we could rethink this?”