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Griffin looks down at his feet. "I'm sorry, Snowflake. I didn't plan any of it. But when I suddenly ended up in that lab, with my leg broken and surrounded by the whole Weather Watch, I panicked. And then when you and I were alone, I... I just couldn't help myself."

"YOU couldn't help YOURself?" you can't help but break in. "That's a funny way to talk about Snowflake deciding you were hot and jumping your bones the first chance they got! Not that I blame them. You are pretty hot."

Snowflake is gritting her teeth and unable to meet his eyes. You remember that she's very new as a superheroine, and although she's far from inexperienced in matters of love, she's spent her whole adult life in a liberal-arts college where slut shaming is off limits. She is really unused to hearing bawdy gossip about how much she sleeps around. Ironically, you, who have been getting slut-shamed by your own mother for eight solid years, are a lot less **** to such talk since you've had time to build up an immunity to it.

At first you're surprised not to hear Red Balloon piling on, but you soon see she has her own problems. One of the only henchmen whose lust you didn't already take care of, another black-armored pawn, offered to 'wipe off' the cum that you accidentally splashed her with, and once he got a feel of her huge tits, he started escalating. He's taking advantage of Red Balloon's unnatural near-weightlessness and holding her over his crotch like a toy with a grip on her plump thighs.

"W-wait! Stop!" Red Balloon squeaks breathlessly. "I told you already, I'm still a virgin....!"

The pale, skeevy guy holding her spits on his hand and jerks his stubby, exposed cock with it. "Don't worry, babe. You still will be." He unzips the crotch-covering portion of her latex outfit and them grips her by her huge ass cheeks, spreading them wide.

Red Balloon's eyes go as wide as saucers. "Oh, shit...!"

"Not right now, you won't." the sleazy punk says as he drops her hips onto his lap. For the second time in as many days, Red Balloon gets her puckered asshole stretched out by a bad guy's dick. Normally, you'd feel a little smug that she got the guy with the smallest dick in the room, but, considering the soreness you're just now noticing as the pleasant tingle of your orgasm fades, it probably would've been better if a less well-endowed guy had been the one to make use of your rear entrance. Because she effectively weighs only a few pounds, the guy is able to lift and drop her very rapidly, pounding his excited shaft in and out of her browneye.

"Ah... Ah!" With your superpowers overcharged by Raven Woman's "enhancer", you can tell the difference between cries of pain and cries of enjoyment. It seems that Magic Flute introducing Red Balloon to anal yesterday had more of an effect than he thought, and it doesn't take long before she's grabbing her own tits and rubbing them frantically, making a sharp 'squeaksqueaksqueak' sound of rubber on rubber.

"Oh yeah! Keep being uptight, Red! The more uptight the better! Damn, I'm gonna enjoy this!" he says, and takes his hands off her. Even without him moving her, Red Balloon keeps moving on her own for a few strokes until she realizes, and then covers her face with her hands.

"You're disgusting! You pathetic perrrrrrrvert! I'm going to fry you for this...!" she gasps breathlessly, each deep breath making over oversized chest heave and bounce.

The guy's response is... to stand up straight. Red Balloon gives an overdramatic gasp as her entire body is lifted up using only the leverage of the cock clenched deep in her tight asshole. The smug bastard doing it to her puts his hands behind his head and flashes a grin. "You guys going after Thunderbird don't know what you're missing out on! You ever hear the phrase 'more cushion for the pushing'? There's nothing like a babe with some nice jiggle!" As if by reflex, Red Balloon reaches back with both arms and puts her hand around his neck, holding her in place and writhing, mashing her plump ass against his hips. Although she may have succeeded in keeping her pussy untouched, it sure isn't unseen: everyone in the room gets a good view of her excitement dribbling down as her thighs writhe in midair.

Snowflake at last seems to work up the nerve to talk. Unlike most of the time when she's hot-headed and abrasive, this time her voice is a low mumble. "Whatever. I don't care, Griffin. I'd already forgot about the day of the bombing. I thought you needed rescuing, but now you're just another piece of trash I need to pick up and drop off in the jail. I don't care if it's you or one of these other interchangeable assholes who violates me. I'll be falling asleep the whole time."

"Vio...? No! I would never do that!" Griffin says, putting up his hands. "Oh jeez... I didn't know it was gonna be like this."

You groan - in scorn of his nice-guy routine, rather than the pleasant kind, since the afterglow of your double-teaming is starting to fade now. Which means the sticky sensation around your crotch and asshole is starting feel less pleasant and more like you need a shower. "Are you fucking kidding? You joined up with the most notorious crime ring of **** dealers, terrorists and sex-slavers in the city, if not the continent, and now you're saying 'I didn't know it was gonna be like this'?"

You use your superpower to whisper to Snowflake while you distract them: "Snowflake! What are you waiting for? Get all emotional! This is your chance to get him to switch sides! If you're still mad at him we can throw his ass in jail afterwards."

Snowflake doesn't even bother looking your direction - just holds up a hand and gives you the middle finger. Your pleasant sexual high is replaced with anger again. That tears it. She won't play ball for anything - you're going to need some leverage to get her under control.

Suddenly, a door at the other end of the room swings open. A buxom, beautiful woman with rabbit ears in a cleavage-exposing waistcoat and fishnets, like a very slutty version of a magician's assistant, walks in. Hot-Cross Bunny, of course. And behind her is a burly man in a brown jumpsuit with a huge, bristly handlebar mustache. You recognize him from the briefings: 'Walrus'. Formerly a washed-up superhero with aquatic abilities and garden-variety super strength (not exactly stuff that wowed the public anymore), he was an easy target for Bunny to turn to the side of evil. Pretty typical "dumb muscle", but still tough to deal with.

And behind her... is a skinny hipster-ish guy in a playing-card themed jumpsuit, who you also recognize: Isaac Wormer, Green Streak's "friend" who is supposed to be your man on the inside in this mission. Why the hell is he with Bunny?

"Oh no!" Dr. Rainbow gasps and struggles against the wooden restraints keeping her from moving freely. "Not him again! Miss Bunny, please don't bring that terrible man anywhere near Thunderbird! I already feel so awful about what he did to Miss Aegis Angel."

That name rings a bell. Didn't that glowing psychic girl with the pacifism-aura, "Goodwill Dove", who you encountered at the entrance mention something about an 'Angel'?

"Oh, Dr. Rainbow!" Walrus says, waving. "So sorry about that. There's good news, though. Hot-Cross Bunny just got done trading two Christian-themed heroines back to the League in exchange for some captured pawns. We didn't end up needing to sell them to the highest bidder after all."

"That isn't what I meant, though..." Dr. Rainbow pouts and looks miserable. "I can't believe you made me help..."

"Shhh, Walrus - I don't have time for your banter. The important people are talking. Just stand there and look tough if you please." Hot-Cross Bunny says. "Ahem. It looks like you are all doing a fine job keeping these heroines under control..."

Even as she speaks, the guy who is holding Red Balloon starts sliding her up and down faster and faster, moving his cock in and out of her ass with short, sudden motions, quite different from the other kind of fucking - almost as if Red Balloon's tight asshole is a fist he's jacking himself off with. It doesn't take long before he's moaning and groaning. The plump, weightless woman in his grasp lets out a shrill, piercing cry as she feels a rush of semen irrigating her rectum.

You turn and get a good look at Red Balloon. Her plump ass cheeks are still spread wide in the man's hands. Her thighs are flexing gently as she leans back in his grip. The tight asterisk of her anus is twitching... each time she clenches another small stream of hot cum squirts out and lands on the floor. It seems that Raven Woman's enhancement potion has made her ass just as super-sensitive as anything else because she simply cannot resist quickly rubbing her fingers up and down against her crotch. Since both her gloves and bottoms are both made of rubber it produces a high-pitched squeaky sound. She gasps when she realizes how loud it sounds, and stops... for a few moments. Then she starts back up again, closing her eyes and looking like she is going to keep going until she cums now.

Mocking Red Balloon for falling to your level is not in the forefront of your mind, though. Instead you are staring sharply at Isaac, the so-called double agent that Green Streak provided you. You'd thought you had him wrapped around your finger. Surely he wouldn't dare to...?

"You can stop pretending now, Thunderbird, Snowflake." Hot Cross Bunny says with a tap of her high heel. Suddenly a tiny, adorable bunny rabbit pops into existence right on top of you, nestled in your cleavage. It really tickles. While you giggle haplessly the chubby rodent bites off your "mind-control collar" (actually a BDSM collar from Green Streak's portable collection). You see Snowflake get ambushed from behind as the same thing happens, the collar being torn off.

"Miss Bunny! With all due respct, what're you doing?!" The henchman in the Club bodysuit gasps in shock, then looks guiltily down as he's reminded he never tucked his dripping cock back in.

"There was no mind control, you unfathomable jobbernowl!" Bunny turns to the pawn and the other henchmen laying around, looking furious at all of them. "You ninnyhammers! You dunderwhelps! You are lucky, so very lucky, that I simply do not have the time to punish you properly!" She points accusingly at them.

You hop to your feet and take your stance. Most people might be worn out after aggressive group sex, but, after an initial wave of relaxation, you are feeling charged up and ready to go. "Yeah, that's right! It was a trick, idiots! And you're the biggest idiot of them all, Bunny! We've got you right where we want you. Don't we, Isaac?!" you ask in an accusing voice, staring meaningfully at him. Maybe he means to help and he's just bad at planning and didn't realize he should've waited until you rescued Dr. Rainbow?

"Um... actually..." Isaac says, coughing nervously.

"Shhhh." Hot-Cross Bunny puts a finger over his lips. "Not yet. 175 more seconds."

You feel the initiative shifting away from you. It's now or never. "Snowflake!! Red Balloon! Change of plans, no more waiting! And you, Griffin!" you point at the baby-faced mountain of muscle in the griffin-themed costume. "It's now or never! Make your choice!"

"I... I can't." He isn't looking at you, but at Hot-Cross Bunny. "Miss Bunny, please forgive me but I can't help. Not with my leg like this. I'd, uh, just slow you and Walrus and Carpen-terror down..."

"Oh no you don't!" Snowflake shouts. "Your white silence is ****, Griffin!! If you won't stand up for justice, then you're standing for injustice!"

"I can't, Snowflake! I'm sorry!" Griffin sounds genuinely anguished. "I can't go against my mom!"

"Mom?!" you look at Hot-Cross Bunny. "Wow. You look young for your age, Bunny."

"Not her!" Griffin protests. "My mom is downstairs. She, uh, she has a hard time with stairs these days..."

"Alright," you say, snapping your fingers loudly. "That does it then. Snowflake? You can start things by avalanching the shit out of that cowardly punk."

A loud tongue clicking sound comes across. You turn and look at the freckled blonde woman in the snug denim overalls showing off her curves. "C'mon now," Carpen-Terror says, "do y'all REALLY think I didn't get around to puttin' a deadly booby trap in that pair of stocks Dr. Rainbottom is wearing? What kinda craftswoman to do you take me for?"

"You are truly a credit to your art, Carpen-Terror. Would that I had ten men half as competent as you, rather than these brainless mandrakes!" Bunny flicks her wrist at the exhausted, cum-covered henchmen. "This is the pinnacle of the villain's art - this remote right he- oh! Oh dear, oh goodness me!" she suddenly starts running her hands over her outfit, flustered. "where did I put it? I need to put some pockets in this thing. Time is ticking away, and - AH! Here it is." she pulls out a small silver remote with a rainbow-colored button on it. "And to think - I almost thought I wouldn't need it, until loyal Mr. Spade here," she sensuously draws a hand over Isaac's chest, "informed me of this pretend mind control jape of yours."

The good feelings lingering in your body are not enough to outweigh the acidic sensation of anger that floods your mind and body as you stare at Isaac. "You have something you want to tell me, Wormy?" you say, pointedly using Green Streak's childish nickname for him, which now seems to be an utterly appropriate appellation.

"I'm sorry Thunderbird," the tall man says with an awkwardly guilty smile, "but what down-on-his-luck man could resist an opportunity like this? You let me pretend to have you under my power, with a mind control collar... how was I supposed to not think about the real thing? I know it's wrong, but that costume of yours... and your attitude... and everything about you, it was just too much to let slip through my fingers! I've gotta have you, I've just GOT to!"

"ArrrrrRRRRRGHHHHHHH," you ball your fits and rap them against the sides of your head in frustration. "You couldn't just wait until AFTER you helped me rescue my partner, for reward sex? Or even just ASK me, like a sane person?"

The double-crossing weasel of a man blinks in surprise. "You mean... you would've...?" He suddenly looks guilty. And then says, in a sublimely self-pitying tone: "But what if you said no?"

"SNOWFLAKE!!" you shout, pointing a finger right at Isaac. "AVALANCHE THAT WORM! RIGHT NOW! THAT'S AN ORDER!"

"Helloooooooo?" Carpen-Terror starts tapping her foot. "Deadly booby trap? Does anyone ever listen to a thing I'm sayin'?"

"I think I------I know what should happen!" Red Balloon has finally found her feet again, clenching her thighs together so nobody can see the strands of sticky semen dribbling out of her well-fucked asshole. "Youuuuuu should offer to take her place as a hostage, Thunderbird! If you really cared about her as your partner, you would!"

During this latest change you finally get some good news. On your headgear's internal commlink you hear a familiar and welcome voice: Julia, your long suffering assistant. "Hey Rick! Sorry, I restored the connection to your suit a while ago but I didn't want to say anything in case the bad guys can figure out how I was able to bounce a signal to you in there.. You're the only one with a headset built into your costume so I can only talk to you. Just thought you should know that I took advantage of all this banter to hack into that remote Bunny is holding and disable it. You're good to go. I know, I know, I'm the best, you don't have to tell me!"

Hot-Cross Bunny looks oblivious that she just forfeited her leverage after bragging about it. There's nothing stopping you from kicking her ass now - except for her superpower, that is. "Well?" The condescending white-haired mastermind says. "I think that is an absolutely capital idea. What a fine sight you will make in a deathtrap when dear old Nightingale arrives? Hurry up and kneel down so I can move the stocks from Rainbow onto you. This is, as the commercials on the idiot box say, a limited time offer."

You stare at her and take advantage of the dramatic pause to silently command your team. "Alright Snowflake," you use whisper-communication to the less-hostile of your two teammates, "we have a chance but you have to trust me. You and I have to both rush Hot-Cross Bunny right now and knock her out before she can react. Otherwise she's gonna flood the room with bunnies again and the fight is gonna get real traumatic for Dr. Rainbow real fast."

But Snowflake just folds her arms and shakes her head. If you possibly needed any more examples of why Snowflake has gotten kicked off of two super-teams in as many months of being a heroine, this is it. "I agree with Red Balloon. If you want the privilege of leadership, you have to take responsibility for poor Dr. Rainbow's safety."

You look down at your feet for a moment. You COULD just tell Snowflake the truth, that the booby-trapped restraints on Dr. Rainbow have been rendered harmless. But this endless back-talk and sabotage by your so-called team feels like the last straw.

And so, you focus your narrow-band sonic conversation on someone else. "Hey, Hot-Cross Bunny" you whisper silently to her. "Thunderbird here."

Hot-Cross Bunny's rabbit ears twitch suddenly, and she jerks her eyes in your direction. She looks very disdainful and suspicious. She then looks at Snowflake and Red Balloon, who are staring at you expectantly. Then at Dr. Rainbow - who is trying to say something, but has had a wooden ball gag strapped on her at some point.

"Yeah, only you can hear this. Listen, can we set the whole hero/villain thing aside for a second here? Give me your honest opinion. Are Snowflake and Red Balloon being complete and utter assholes right now?"

"Indubitably." Hot-Cross Bunny says with a haughty sniff, examining her pocketwatch again. The others glance at her for seemingly speaking to no one, but a crazed maniac like her tends to ramble to herself, anyway.

"Before we fight, would you mind humiliating my teammates Snowflake and Red Balloon some more? I don't see any reason why I should be the only one taking cum. If you do, I'll let you escape, and I'll even let Queen of Hearts get away too after I learn what I came for. I won't put anyone in jail except your backstabbing lieutenant, Isaac, there. Assuming that I win. Which I will. Deal?"

You silently think to yourself - 'Make a deal with the devil, will you Red Balloon? Two can play at that game.'

"Hee hee. Ahahahaha. HA! Ahahahahahaa!" Hot-Cross Bunny's giggles soon escalate to manic laughter. She tosses her head back and laughs hysterically. "Oh my, oh gracious! I simply cannot resist this."

"Huh?" Red Balloon cocks her head to the side.

"Your volunteering, of course. Since you are oh so very concerned about heroic responsibility." Hot-Cross Bunny says. "Mx. Snowflake? Since she is the one to suggest it, wouldn't you say that your air-headed, pedantic loiter-sack ought to step forward, herself? Would that not be deliciously ironic?"

Snowflake clearly puts very little thought into her response. "I guess?"

Before Red Ballon can object, Hot-Cross Bunny crosses the distance between them in a single powerful leap. Those impractical high heels she's wearing don't seem to impede her jumping ability in the slightest. Before Red Balloon can even turn to look at her, both of Bunny's knees slam into her tits and send her right into the wall. Unfortunately for her, due to Red Balloon's natural bouyancy, that means she bounces back - allowing Bunny to grab the stunned voluptuous heroine and slam her into the ground, leaving her curvaceous ass sticking up in the air in a most indignified way. "Hurry, hurry, Carpie! Let's be about things!" Bunny says casually as she pins Balloon to the floor.

And then, you see nothing but white. Fuzzy, warm white fur. "MFFFF!" you and Snowflake are both suddenly incapacitated with rabbits materializing on your hads, danging their hindquarters in your faces. When you try to throw them off the creatures wiggle out of your gasp and jump in your faces again, until you toss them away forcefully. That gives Bunny all the time she needs.

Overconfident due to her massive powers, Red Balloon has no fighting ability once she's been grappled. A strong circular wind starts to blow throughout the room as she begins forming a whirlwind. The **** plants get knocked over and torn to bits, and several of the henchmen are tossed around. But you, Bunny, and the other heroines are in the eye of the storm. Carpen-terror deftly unlocks the stocks restraining Dr. Rainbow and puts them on Red Balloon before she can accomplish much with her wind. By the time you and Snowflake are no longer distracted, Balloon is wearing the stocks Dr. Rainbow had been in, and Dr. Rainbow scurries over to your side.

"Eeeek! Ahhhh! Noooo! Get this off of me!" Red Ballon demands shrilly. You might feel a tiny bit bad if the deathtrap in the wooden restraints was still wired to go off at the push of a button by Bunny. Since they aren't, it's just hilarious, so much so that it's lucky no one can see your smile behind your mask.

Snowflake walks over to the newly freed Doc and helps her to her feet. "I owe you an apology, Dr. Rainbow." Snowflake says grimly. "It's partly my fault you got captured like this. Though mostly, his fault." she points at Griffin. "I mean," she blows air through her nose defensively, "personally I don't care, I wasn't emotionally invested or anything. I saw right through him to what his true nature was the moment I met him. But, just for your sake, if you want me to go ahead and give him a severe case of testicular frostbite-"

"EXCUSE ME?!? What are yo two doiiiiiiing? Help me!" Red Balloon glares at both of you.

"We can't help you, RB. Deathtrap from the evil carpenter over there." you point at the stocky woman in the denim overalls. "How did you manage to rig a bomb in stocks that seem to be made out of solid wood, anyway?" You ask her.

In response, she gives you a broad, gap-toothed smile. "I'm glad you decided to ask! First, I-"

"Nevermind, I don't care." You wave a hand at her.

"Ummm," Dr. Rainbow opens one eye. Now freed from the ball gag, she's had her hands over her ears ever since the part about 'testicular frostbite'. She tentatively lowers them. "There have been a lot of harsh words here. But one thing I am sure of is this. More **** can't possibly be the answer. Miss Bunny, I know you are committed to an, um, alternative ethical viewpoint. But surely you can realize that harming Miss Balloon won't do any good? Think of all the, um, naughty videos she could star in! Why don't you just slowly turn that remote over and take the battery out? How is she supposed to do that if she's lost her head, r-right?"

"RAIIINBOWWWWW!" Red Balloon is more bewildered than indignant this time, turning with shock to Dr. Rainbow.

"I'm just trying to convince Miss Bunny to let you go!" Dr. Rainbow holds up an index finger. "You have to meet sick people where they are, not where you might want them to be."

"I could not agree more." Hot-Cross Bunny sharply claps her hands twice. "To the second part, I should clarify. Disarming the trap I shall table for future discussion. Carpen-Terror? Take Red Balloon into the studio and do something amusing with her, you ugly, stupid, uncouth dyke. My God, I almost had to listen to you prattle on about joists and paddle bits and other such mind-numbing woodworking poppycock!"

"Oh, yer so good to me, Bunny, haw! I was just thinkin', it's a shame I haven't had call to test out the heavy version of the fucksaw yet!"

Red Balloon looks betrayed as neither you nor Snowflake do anything to stop Carpen-Terror from dragging her into the studio.

Hot-Cross Bunny shoots you an intense glare. You just reply with a casual shrug. "We'll definitely rescue Red Balloon too, just like we would've rescued Dr. Rainbow. I hope you weren't trying to prove some kind of point."

"No, no - I was simply quite tired of hearing that woman talk." Hot-Cross Bunny is known for almost always having a dour or frustrated expression, very rarely smiling. Right now she is clearly fighting back a grin.

"But I do have a point to prove. Oh yes. It is time I say a little something about a very special kind of tea." she pauses for effect. "To be precise, what I mean is 'LOYAL-tea.' A brew that I do believe is in short supply in this room."

"I'll say it is." Snowflake glares at you, and then at the studio door where Red Balloon was taken. And then at Griffin for good measure.

"Griffin!" With little warning, Hot-Cross Bunny hauls off and slaps the young villain, Griffin, full across the face. "That was an absolutely revolting display of sentimentality! Heroines like Thunder-tramp and... whatevers, like that one," she flicks a wrist at Snowflake, "will come and go. But here in the Wonderland Warriors, we are family. That is to say, we are twisted, toxic, mutually-loathing, codependent participants in a vicious cycle. You should be laughing at Snowflake with me! Not making lame excuses! You told me you were ready."

"I am! I mean, I was!" Griffin protests. "It's just, I didn't expect to-"

"Not to worry. I know how to cure you of that." Hot-Cross Bunny speaks to him more like he was a naughty puppy than a griffin. "Just a little practice in obedience, is all you need. A nice cup of loyal-tea for my parched tongue. I am going to have Snowflake there used as a... oh, Dr. Rainbow, what is that charming term you Nihonnese coined for it? A 'meat toilet'?"

While Dr. Rainbow looks more aghast than you've seen her in some time, you watch Snowflake. This seems like exactly the sort of thing that would set her off. Yet, there is no volcano (blizzard?) of anger this time. Perhaps she realizes that taking offense to the horrible racist, homophobic things someone like Hot-Cross Bunny says would only encourage her. Or perhaps she's just too focused on her own feelings of betrayal.

"Uhhhhh..." Griffin's eyes pop out. The handsome boy lets his jaw drop. "I, uh, think that's probably a bad idea, Miss Bunny. Remember, the mind control collars don't work?"

"I'm..." Isaac coughs into his hand, having been hiding in the corner of the room, "I'm kind of hoping you'll be able to provide some that actually do work? One for Thunderbird at least?"

Yup, I'm beating that guy half to ****, you think to yourself matter-of-factly. But first - the villains can do the dirty work. Dr. Rainbow is only safe with you, you can see that now. You give Hot-Cross Bunny a thumbs up while Snowflake isn't looking.

Snowflake is narrowing her eyes at Griffin. She sniffs loudly. "Actually," Snowflake says, running a hand through her hair and making an uncharacteristically feminine sexy pose, "I think I might still have a little bit of residual mind control on me after all. Yeah. I'm feeling a little bit compelled to submit to this fascist pscyhopath's idea of punishment. What would you think about THAT, Griffin? Nothing, right? Since you don't give a shit about me and all?"

Griffin looks absolutely horrified. He turns to look at you, as if he expects you to do something about it. You make a point of busying yourself helping to check Dr. Rainbow for any injuries.

"I do believe we will need your services once again, Walrus." Bunny says to the bald, bristly-moustached brute of a man standing obediently at her side.

"Oh, I'm very sorry, Miss Bunny, but that girl in the medieval helmet and the bikini armor I starred in a film with an hour ago left me a bit, ahem, drained. In the literal sense. Could I perhaps trouble the lovely Dr. Rainbow for another invigorating shot of that magic viagra?" Walrus rumbles.

"No, no - that will take too long. You fat oaf! What happened to that stamina you're always bragging about?!" Hot-Cross Bunny stomps on his foot with one of her high heels, making the stout fallen hero flinch. "Very well. Go and fetch that henchman we found in the hall who was trying to sneak off on his own. I can tell that these mollycoddes," she indicates the satisfied henchmen laying around the edges of the room with a sweep of her hand, "will not be good for any more."

Walrus nods and shuffles away, back into the hallway door that Bunny emerged from a few minutes ago. Oh, yeah - you remember that guy too. Why was he trying to sneak away from the orgy? You feel almost insulted. Maybe another one like Griffin who joined the Wonderland Warriors without realizing what he was getting into? It's probably not important.

"Good work, Snowflake," you whisper silently to the alabaster-haired beauty in the skimpy bodysuit. "Keep Bunny distracted and her hand off the trigger for a few minutes and I'm sure I can do something about that **** trap. I can, uhh... shatter the... diodes with... precise waves of infrasound." you say. Really, all you are thinking is that Snowflake getting a mess made of herself too will finally give you a chance to assert leadership over her. A plan is forming in your mind, focusing on a certain special pouch on your utility belt that was very near to your thoughts when the rest of those henchmen were cumming buckets in you.