Dahlia Morningstar. Here to ruin the poor guy's life.

Hellena backs off of her prey's gorgeous cock at the sound of that woman's voice. Her blonde head snaps around as she stutters out the words, "D-D-Dahlia!" not averting her demonic eyes from the newcomer, even as Valiant whimpers.

The debased stud follows her gaze only to see Dahlia Morningstar herself smiling back. Oh fuck.

Dahlia is unknown to the super villain community at large as Valiant's true arch-nemesis, but that didn't matter to the ladies present; they knew the vile reporter as someone with too much dirt to cross— a person with "Hell" in her name defers unquestioningly to Ms. Morningstar. The ladies assaulting Nathan part like the Red Sea with a flick of her wrist, and pin him to the bricks to give Dahlia her prize.

"Awww, and here I thought you'd escaped…" the porcelain-skinned woman coos as she strokes the side of Nathan's fear-struck visage. "Well then Boytoy, let's pick up where we left off." She looks to his other rapists, "Listen up girls, we're taking this man-whore to the stocks. Would you like the honors, Zenith?"

The black bombshell in the skintight daisy dukes grins like she'd just won the lottery as she stalks up to the frightened Nathan. Zenith can't contain her excitement, giggling while she takes his muscular arms from her compatriots and starts walking him towards the gathered crowd of female super-criminals.

"Oooh~ Looks like we're in for a show, ladies!"

"It gets bigger, right Boytoy? There's no way that's all you're packing!"

"Hahaha! Not so great being the naked one, is it?"

"Who-hoo! Nice cock, you sexy little super-slut!"

Without a stitch of clothing on, and with one nasty enforcer keeping his masculine form exposed, Valiant can't make any motions to defend himself from the constant onslaught of groping meted out by the horny mob— furthermore, his cock is sore and flaccid after back-to-back sexual battery, and poor Nathan yelps or winces at each overeager lady having her way with his dangling shaft.

The cruel girls walking him through this gauntlet of humiliation take turns stealing deep French kisses from the fallen hero, so he's confused when something besides a tongue is **** into his mouth. As Nathan is shocked by a fine, sweet flavor, Dahlia tells him that things are about to get much worse. "A viagra macaron— this isn't the first gang **** in uptown, Boytoy."

Cold sweat chills the helpless hunk's body when his aching penis surges back to life in front of the ogling crowd, but Nathan sees his life flash before his eyes once he spies the stocks his attackers are marching him towards: an apparatus designed for nothing besides humiliating the poor soul you lock in it. Running on fear alone, Valiant makes a break for it— sprinting out of Zenith's iron grasp as his juicy cock throbs. He doesn't make it even three feet.

Hellena, Kendra and Morgana tackle his naked form to the ground and carry him onto the foreboding platform themselves; their hands unshakably pinning his wrists as he tries to escape.

With three wicked women holding down his exposed, sexy body Nathan is effortlessly bound and gagged. He's secured into a set of stocks resting on a public dais that could be rotated to leave him in any **** position these rapacious criminals could desire. His handsome countenance burns crimson as a veritable ocean of criminal women ogle his muscular frame and bared cock; wolf-whistling as they drink in the glorious vista of this do-gooder's humiliating nudity.

"Now That's more like it! In the stocks where that whore belongs!"

"Woof."

"Nice cock, Boytoy~"

"Fuck his slutty ass senseless!"

"Milk him dry!"

While the poor, frightened hunk screams and struggles against his gag and bindings, Dahlia treats him as little more than a joke; giggling, and peppering his cock with kisses as she rotates her plaything's rack just the way she wants it…