(M/F) After passing by another unfortunate heroine's humiliation, you enter the psychedelic den of debauchery...

The big guy in the black suit of pawn-themed armor is still following behind you and it isn't hard to see why: every so often he is driven to test his luck by pawing at your shapely ass through the snug yellow spandex that hugs every cleft of your enticing rump. Each time he does he looks down to marvel at the indentations his greedy fingers leave on the yielding surface of your backside. Normally you'd be getting irritated... but something is different right now. Something makes you hope it doesn't stop, and goes further with those big, clumsy hands.

To try and cool off you elbow Isaac/7 of Spades in the direction of that side room. What you find within is impressive, but not surprising.

Facing towards you is an achingly lovely girl you've seen a few times before at the HQ. Her skin is soft and pale, and her large, innocent-looking eyes are a pale, watery blue. She has legs for days, which are very much flattered by the white thigh-high stockings she has on. This girl has the very definition of an hourglass figure, which you appreciate as your eyes travel up her luscious body. She is wearing a snug white strapless teddy with frilly fringes, which is so tight around her body that it shows off her navel and the cleft of her pussy between her legs quite clearly. There's simply no way that deep plunging neckline and those lacy white cups barely containing the two big, firm handfulls of her breasts aren't being held on with tape (or perhaps literal magic). She has a flowing cape attached to her lower back that spreads out wide around her lower legs like fluttering white wings. Matching her wide, innocent blue eyes, she has her flowing bluish white hair done up in two flowing twin-tails that cascade all the way down past her knees.

"Pssst..." you say silently into your radio transmitter. "Julia, are you there? This girl is a heroine, right?"

The root of your concern is that, rather than standing innocently, the white-dressed maiden is being shamelessly groped from behind by a lanky man wearing an ill-fitting suit and a lizard-themed masquerade mask. His hands clutch at her thighs and make her whimper and sigh fearfully as they slide up and down her gorgeous body, moving up to clutch roughly at one of her breasts and bouncing it in his grip.

Due to the distance there's a delay, but only slightly. Julia can see through your visor, and is able to provide intel even as she makes the trip back from her European homeland. "Oh, yeah - That's Goodwill Dove." Julia says matter of factly as the young woman blushes desperately in response to the man's free hand crudely grabbing her crotch and digging into the cleft of her pussy through the thin white fabric. As he does, there is a sudden almost-blinding burst of white light from her. The man groans in annoyance, but doesn't let her go.

Julia continues. "According to this, her fellow 'Heroines for Christ' teammates, Aegis Angel and Sister Spray, were among those MIA following the HQ invasion. Says here that she's a psychic that has an aura that makes people incapable of holding or using weapons, or otherwise striking to harm."

You smirk as the angelically beautiful heroine writhes in the lizard-masked-man's grip. "Well, I can see here that manhandling and groping her doesn't count, huh? Who's the one perving on her?"

Julia types something and answers after a delay. "Bill the Lizard. One of Bunny's warriors, naturally. Says here he's a veteran martial artist."

'Bill' gives a heavy, put-upon sigh as he slips his fingers past the edge of the crotch of Dove's outfit, giving you a faint glimpse of pink. Thanks to your enhanced hearing, you can hear how wet she is as the insistent digits start plunging in and out of her. Goodwill Dove weakly grasps at his wrist and flares her power again, bathing the room in white light.

Interestingly, aside from soft moans and whimpers, she isn't objecting or saying anything to the man. On the contrary, she looks right at you when she speaks: "I apologize... but whoever you are I must ask you to leave this to me." she says in a soft, melodious voice laced with an echoing reverb effect. "My sisters are in peril... perhaps their very lives. Whatever your mission is, it can wait until they are safe...!"

You do an awkward glance over towards Doormouse. The little latin femboy is looking at you with amusement in his eyes. You clear your throat and respond. "Um, sorry Dove, but the entire Weather Watch has been captured. Can't you see these **** collars and leashes we're wearing?"

Silently, you're annoyed. Another damn heroine showed up to play, well, heroine? And the best she could come up with was just walking right in and asking them to let her in, and offering herself up like a holy hooker to the first bad guy she ran into? Even Dr. Rainbow knows better than to try something like that.

Behind you, Red Balloon is loudly clearing her throat... several times. When you look back at her she flicks her eyes towards Goodwill Dove, and silently mouths 'do something'.

You think. On the one hand, saving captured heroines is what you came here to do. On the other hand, not only is this girl showing some very questionable judgment coming alone with no backup like this, but if that pacifistic psychic aura Julia says she has can't be turned off (or she just refuses to turn it off), it's going to fuck up your own plans, since you're relying on being able to spring a surprise attack to take down Queen of Hearts before she can fight back when an opportune moment arrives.

A heavy, put-upon groan fills the air. Not from Goodwill Dove, but from Bill, the man molesting her shamelessly. "I can't believe this," he says in a profoundly self-pitying tone of voice. "Not only is my one break of the day getting rushed, but I get stuck with screwing a walking flourescent bulb who keeps mentally bombarding me with Bible quotes every 30 seconds." he says as he kneads and squeezes Dove's jiggling double-D tits with both hands, gently pushing her towards a threadbare couch and bending her over the armrest, giving you and the Weather Watch an excellent look at her pale, pillowy ass.

"Because of this aura, I can't even give her ass a proper spank." to demonstrate his point, Bill slowly moves his hand over to her bottom, where she tenses up in anticipation of his touch, and softly squeezes her bottom before tugging the crotch of her outfit to the side to reveal her pristine, bald pussy and nervously puckered asshole. Bill sighs heavily again. From his tone of voice, you'd think that groping a twenty year old 11-out-10 supermodel was some kind of intolerable burden. "and then, to add insult to injury, the newest, most erotic superheroine team in the city is brought in on a platter right when I'm tied up with her, as if to remind me I'm never going to get a chance at them? There's just no justice in the world, Doormouse."

"'Most erotic'?" Red Balloon clicks her tongue, but she sounds more flattered than offended. Honestly, you feel a little flutter in your stomach, too. Damn - is this the work of Raven Woman's potion? A complete scumbag snake of a man whose monniker of a cold blooded reptile is well-earned just gave you a compliment, and it's making you feel excited between your legs? On the other hand, wow - Goodwill Dove is really, exceptionally, drop-dead gorgeous even by superheroine standards, so it's pretty high praise to hear anyone say that he'd rather have you than her.

"Don't talk to me about injustice, Bill." Doormouse says in a swishy tone. "I was spending every night doing kegel exercises in preparation for getting to finally meet Green Streak, only for that to be the ONE day that he wasn't on site! Also, did you forget who we work for? We're supposed to be all about injustice. Hurry up and get it over with with Miss Goody Goody there."

Isaac suppresses a snort at Doormouse's comment about Green Streak. Unfortunately, Doormouse notices. Despite his extremely short height, he grabs the tall, gangly man by the neck and pulls him down to eye level with surprising strength. "Ooooh, was that the sound of volunteering I heard, Seven? I notice you're not passing the time with these weather bimbos. See something you like more?" The tan boy in the sexy mouse costume licks his lips covered in black lipgloss.

"N-no, no, I just figured the higher ups wouldn't want, you know, sloppy seconds." Isaac says. "You know how Carpen-Terror hates when she finds male cum on someone she wants to play with."

"Oh, her." Doormouse shrugs. "She's gonna be all sawed out after the session she gave that asian magical girl earlier today. Her arms are probably almost as sore as Dr. Jailbait's ass and pussy."

Fuck. Rather than pissing you off, you are immediately curious just what this villainess was doing to Doc and wish you could've watched. Just like you find yourself silently, impatiently demanding this 'Bill the Lizard' guy to go further with the poor, innocent religious heroine in front of you. You don't even need to look behind you to hear Snowflake and Red Balloon breathing heavily in anticipation as well as Bill unzips his dress slacks and drops them around his ankles. His long, slightly crooked cock is fully erect, giving the lie to his vocal disappointment at the situation.

"Wait, no!" Goodwill Dove softly says, looking back with quavering eyes at the hard cock pointed towards her exposed, dewy cunt. "Don't do anything you can't take back, Mr. The Lizard! There's still time to redeem yourself! Take me to my poor trapped sisters and help me get them out and I promise I will tell Father Whole Glory that you are worthy of forgiveness! Remember that our Lord Jesus Christ forgives even the worst sins!" she pleads passionately.

Snowflake clears her throat. "Excuse me, Mx. Dove, but I'm a secular humanist, and I'd appreciate not being preached to about your belief system while I'm a literal captive audience." she says softly.

"See?" Bill rubbs his hand over Dove's soft, bouncy ass. "If ever anything any heroine said deserved a hard swat on the butt, that did. And the tall mouthy one, too. Ohhhhh well," he sighs loudly as he digs around in his pocket. "I'll just have to teach her a lesson with the only tool I have at hand." He pulls out a foil-wrapped packet and tears it open, placing a rubber on the end of his cock and starting to roll it down the shaft.

"Bill, my man, really?" Doormouse asks in disbelief. "What're you doing? What's the point of wearing a rubber with a heroine? Are you having some kind of attack of conscience? You don't want Bunny to think you're going soft, now."

"Don't listen to him, it's quite alright with me if you want to wear one...! I'm a Methodist, you know! Sister Spray is the only one who's Catholic!" Goodwill Dove squeaks awkwardly. Contrary to her holy, sacred pretensions, she is making no effort to get away from him, and is actually widening her stance and presenting her ass to him like a cat in heat.

Bill starts slapping his shiny, latex-clad cock against the white-clad heroine's ass cheeks, producing a pleasing jiggle each time. "There are enough tiresome heroines running around this town without breeding more of them. But more importantly, who knows where she's been? Just because I'm playing the role of a lizard doesn't mean I want my cock turning green."

Both Goodwill Dove and Red Balloon give a mortified gasp to that. Isaac speaks up: "I dunno about that, Bill. Dove there seems really young, I remember Bunny mentioning that the other two holy heroines were from a local religious college, so it's logical that she is, too. She's probably about as, uh, unused as a heroine comes."

You do a double take and glare at your semi-willing turncoat accomplice. You focus your power to whisper to him privately: "Wormy!" you use Green Streak's nickname out of irritation. "What the fuck?! Don't try and convince your villain buddies to knock up some hapless heroine!"

"Sorry, sorry!" he whispers back to you. "I have to stay in character, though. Hot-Cross Bunny has some kind of fetish for that kind of thing, among other, worse things, and a lot of us playing cards go along with it to try and stay on her good side. You don't want to be on her bad side..."

Bill the Lizard clicks his tongue disapprovingly as he starts hot-dogging his manhood between Dove's ass cheeks, rubbing the rubber-covered glans of his cock over her puckered asshole and pushing it against the good-hearted heroine's pink 'pearly gates'. "Doesn't matter if she's new, if she's been there for more than a few weeks, I guarantee you she's seen enough action to make a streetwalker blush. Seven, 'Mouse, you two were never heroes like me and Walrus were. Heroines these days will take any excuse they can get to try and fuck their way out of trouble. I mean, look at how this flourescent floozy is dressed. She knew what she was coming here to do. The ones who act shy and innocent always end up being the loosest sluts."

Although your mouth is hidden by your mask, a smile creeps into your eyes as you shoot Red Balloon a meaningful glance. The buxom wind-manipulator wrinkles her nose and silently makes a rather rude gesture at you.

There is a squish as Bill slides his shaft into Goodwill Dove's silky young pussy. He goes slow, but he is very thorough, and doesn't stop leaning forward until the rubber ring of the condom at the base of his cock disappears from view against the curvy heroine's dewy labial lips. He starts building up a pace of thrusting into her slowly. Dove starts flashing brightly again as her aura flares again and again with painfully bright white light.

"Damn it!" Bill groans as his hips start clapping against Dove's generous ass. "This is like jamming my cock in a photography flashbulb. A flashbulb with a tight, wet cunt, but still." He grabs one of Dove's thighs around her thigh-high stocking and hikes her leg up so he can grind his hips even more deeply against her.

Goodwill Dove is moaning and whimpering loudly now, using her hand to reach back and fondle the sleazy man's balls as he grinds against her, and using the heel of her hand to mash against her own clit and rub. Suddenly, you realize you are contributing to it - without even thinking, you have been using your emotion-affecting subsonic waves to blast both her and Bill with arousal-enhancing infrasound. You consider stopping... but, hey, if she ends up too worn out to walk and has to be taken off somewhere to rest, then her nonsense pacifist aura won't get in the way of your mission. Instead, you intensify the bombardment.

"Ah! Ah! Oh nooo, it's reaching so deep inside me!" Goodwill Dove buries her face against the surface of the couch, looking ashamed at her response as the masked man thrusts away at her. Yet even as she does so, she is clearly throwing her ass back against his hips to help his cock reach her g-spot. "I'm... I'm going to... oh!" a shudder visibly runs through her hips and she pops both feet in the air, bending her knees and resting her heels against the man's butt as her orgasm makes her writhe like a worm on a hook.

Whilst you, Snowflake, and even Red Balloon are transfixed by the sight of Bill's glistening cock sliding in and out of Dove's pussy, Doormouse just sighs in annoyance and folds his arms. "I'm about to call this, Bill..." he says in a catty tone of voice.

"Hold on, hold on..." Bill says in a strangled voice as his hands squeeze Dove's big bosoms and push them together, feeling the hefty bounce with each motion of his hips. Your enhanced hearing picks up a messy gushing sound from inside the heroine and he leans forward with a muffled grunt. Slowly, reluctantly, he slides his hands back up over the gorgeous girl's body before withdrawing, the used condom bulging obscenely at the tip around his load. He slides onto the couch.

"Fucking finally. Pun intended~" Doormouse smirks, and claps his hands. A shimmering doorway appears next to the couch where Goodwill Dove is bent over. With trembling fingers, she unsteadily reaches back and awkwardly tugs the bottom of her teddy back into place, covering up her well-fucked slit leaking feminine cum. She wobbles on her high-heeled shoes and pants heavily as she gets back to her feet. "Oh, Angel... Sister... I hope you'll forgive me for resorting to these shameful methods. But I'm coming for you... eep, I shouldn't say 'coming'..." she bites her lip as she realizes her double-entendre. Goodwill Dove wobbles forward and steps through the doorway.

"Ugh! What is that smell?" Red Balloon wrinkles her nose. "This lair must be an absolute pigsty! Disgusting!"

"You think everything's disgusting." you mutter. "Come on, 'master'." you say, poking Isaac. "Take us in." You walk towards the doorway conjured by Doormouse, but then it suddenly snaps shut.

"Hey, careful, Doormouse!" Isaac says. "You almost caught Thunderbird in that. She's not gonna be worth anything chopped in half lengthwise, y'know?"

"Teehehehehehehehehehee," Doormouse giggles excitably. "Oh, sorry, that wasn't the doorway to the base. I sent that big-tittied birdbrain to the most fitting place I could think of for a shameless sow putting on airs of purity: the city landfill."

"Wh-what?" Isaac/Seven of spades does a double-take. "Why? She was totally helpless. And surely some of the pawns at least would've liked to, uh, get to know her better."

Doormouse playfully whips Isaac with his costume tail before sashaying over to the other side of the security office, and tracing out another, larger door on the bare concrete wall. "You really need to pay more attention to advice from your betters, 7. Bunny knows what she's talking about. You never, ever bring in a heroine who's trying to be captured. Especially not one like her. The dumb bimbo didn't even try to hide the fact that she was sent here by that aging pervert priest from the Big Seven who can manage a a tired, broken-down imitation of MY power. He'd make a big mousehole right to our base and do to us what we did to them yesterday morning."

You sigh. Honestly, getting unceremoniously dumped into a pool of rotting food waste is about the best outcome that that bimbo Goodwill Dove could've hoped for, especially if what Isaac said about Hot-Cross Bunny's... proclivities was accurate.

Bill the lizard pulls his trousers back up and grumbles as he trudges through the door, beckoning you all to follow. Doormouse pipes up in a sassy tone: "Have fun in Wonderland, ladies! See you again in a few days when it's time to auction your asses off to some wrinkly old sick fucks from the darkweb! If you're lucky, that is!"

Disturbing as it all is, you feel a surge of confidence as you lead your 'Weather Watch' forward, moving through Doormouse's doorway. Finally... after seemingly forever dealing with one scumbag after another, you're mere minutes away from not only reuniting with dear Dr. Rainbow, but getting some answers to this tangled birds-nest of deceit clogging up the branches of the League of Propriety.

No sooner have you walked inside the bizarrely-decorated halls of the Wonderland Warriors base than you see a very unwelcome figure waiting for you in a small lounge full of toadstool-shaped seats: Ellitot, a.k.a. Shush, your very much un-beloved stepbrother, in his outfit consisting of mummy-like wrappings and a painfully unstylish trenchcoat and fedora.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing here?" you ask him. Bill the lizard turns back to glare t you in exasperation, but you ignore him.

"I could ask you the same thing, but I guess the answer would be 'hero business'?" Elliot says smugly. "If you must know, I was waiting to meet a couple of business partners for a little proposal. Oh... there they are now."

From out of what appears to be a full-length mirror on the wall, two women step up in quick succession. Not just any women, either - an extremely buxom white-haired woman in a waistcoat, high heels and fishnet stockings with an oversized pocketwatch dangling at her size, with a fluffy rabbit in her hands... and a petite brown haired young girl with a crown covered in heart-shaped tines and a dress of regal finery, dragging a massive, rusty sword behind her.

"Oh SHIT." you say succintly.