You try and call their bluff. Things start getting horny. (M/F groping)

For the first time, Red Balloon seems genuinely nervous. She squeaks and backs away nervously as a couple of the henchmen in their rounded, armored black cuirasses rounded helmets designed to make them look like chess pawns approach her. You're a little surprised by how she gasps frightfully as they grab her by her shoulders and pull her along.

That's odd. Why is Balloon nervous? She has the most offensive firepower out of anyone in the room, even more than Snowflake. Even if she can't use wind effectively in a confined space like this, there's always her lightning-generating static electricity trick that she does with her massive rubber-covered tits, which she used to obliterate Raven Woman's shadow-demon servitors.

...Unless... You note that your suit feels like it is really digging into your crotch, far more than ususal. You really want... some attention. A hand, a vibrator, anything. If it weren't for this mission you'd be cruising the halls of the League HQ for a hookup already. It must be that potion that Raven Woman insisted you and the team use. She wasn't lying about it increasing the potency of your superpowers - your senses are sharpened and you can tell you could put a lot more **** into your sonic manipulation than usual. But it is ALSO making you extremely horny, which, considering where the potion was applied, isn't that surprising.

Which means that Red Balloon is probably less worried about the danger to her life, than the danger to her precious virginity. And not so much that she might lose it by ****, as that she might lose control and give it away.

An intrusive thought surfaces. But wouldn't that be for the best, really? You're not thinking out of spite this time. According to her dossier, Red Balloon is 23 years old - and she still hasn't gotten to enjoy a good, proper lay? Granted, whether or not she's a 'virgin' now (or before she joined the team) depends on how you define that term, but even so, you find yourself thinking a good screw is exactly what she needs.

...No. NO! You shake your head as the other bad guys grab your shoulders and start hustling you along. How can you think something like that? Red Balloon may be annoying and back-biting but she's a heroine. You can't hope that she gets deflowered by random henchmen! If anything, it is your duty to protect her and Snowflake, no matter how much you might dislike them.

You hear a gasp. "Hey, what the fuck are you doing?" Snowflake grunts. You look over and see your tall, mocha-skinned master of insubordination lurch to the side as one of the playing-card guys puts his arm up on her shoulder and pulls her down. At a towering six feet, Snowflake is taller than about two-thirds of the male henchmen - or, as she'd probably say, the "assigned male at birth" henchmen. The sallow-skinned man ("Diamonds") grabbing her shoulder is particularly at a disadvantage, being at about eye level with her chin when she's standing up straight.

"Heheh... this group is called the 'weather watch', right? Bunny told us that you took out one of her heavy combat robots back at the headquarters raid. At first I was thinking that you were using superpowers, but now that I see you in the flesh, I'm starting to think you wrestled it. How big are you?" He takes advantage of her being momentarily down at his level to give her a big, wet kiss on the cheek before she straightens up.

"Hah! Hey, hey..." another playing card guy, "Clubs", also on the short side, gives Snowflake a quick swat on her taut, muscular rump as she walks in front of him, making her yelp and jump a little. "'How's the weather up there'?"

All except one of the henchmen find that hilarious and share a hearty laugh. Clubs slides his hands up her sides, tracing her statuesque swimsuit-calendar body in his hands and grabbing her breasts from underneath, bouncing them softly and feeling the heft in his hands. "Holy shit! These babies are NATURAL! Oh man! I'm in heaven! A tall, fit absolute unit with big natural tits so firm you could bounce a quarter off 'em! Sorry guys, I'm calling first dibs on this one, Snowflake is the hottest one in the group, bar none. Maybe the hottest new hero hero this year!"

You roll your eyes - not just at their corny jokes, but about how scrupulous they're being about respecting Snowflake's earlier request. Are the supervillains holding sensitivity courses now?

The tallest pawn makes a disbelieving sound with his mouth as he wraps his hand around your waist as you walk, teasing his fingertips over the exposed skin of your stomach. "Y'all must be fucking crazy. Snowflake's alright, but, come ON. Thunderbird is, like, the sexiest bitch on the planet. Trust me on this, I've seen lots of heroines. It ain't the same seeing 'em on TV or some shit, you've got to see them close-up. And this is perfection right here." he runs his large hands all the way up your waist, over your boobs and grips your upper arms tenderly.

"See," the pawn says, "with Snowflake, ain't no way you could do THIS". With jarring suddenness, he slides one of his arms down over your back and wraps it around your thighs. You squeak in surprise and reflexively grab onto his neck as he literally sweeps you off your feet, picking you up in his arms in a 'bridal carry' pose. "Mmmm, yeah. I'm gonna say... not more than 150 pounds. Am I right, baby?"

"Um..." Isaac, your only 'ally' among the wicked men, seems at a loss for words. "I'm not sure why you're making a big deal out of Snowflake being so tall like it's gross. Thunderbird is pretty statuesque herself. I'm pretty sure Snowflake is, like, a couple inches taller and a few pounds heavier, at the most?"

"I don't think it's gross!" 'Clubs' says. "Weren't you listening, man? Snowflake is so hot I can't fuckin' stand it. Personally, I think we should have just got down to business right there in the hallway like Queen of Hearts said. In just a few minutes I'm gonna show Snowie exactly how excited she's, I mean, they've got me under the belt."

"Would you put me down already?!" you ask in annoyance to the henchman carrying you in his arms. The only response you get is a burly hand squeezing your ass cheek. You grit your teeth. Because of Raven Woman's stupid power-up potion, having a large, muscular set of arms holding you up is making your body start tingling insistently.

"Careful, Thunderbird. Don't let Queen of Hearts overhear you saying something like 'put me down'. That would be a real waste of a hot girl." the pawn says. He lifts you up a little closer and gives your forehead a kiss. "Ahhh... I could do without this ugly mask, though. Why are you hiding your pretty face like that, Thunderbird? Don't you know it makes it harder for your admirers to kiss you on the lips?"

"Snowflake..." you mutter, "back me up on this one. That's a sexist double standard. Like a third of all male heroes wear a face-covering mask or helmet, but the moment a heroine does it she gets called out? My whole body is on display, but my lower face being hidden is a problem?"

"I agree with Thunderbird actually." Isaac chimes in. "I think it makes her look mysterious, in a sexy way."

"C'mon, stop hogging her!" A couple of the other pawns say. They get in a short scuffle over you. Hands grab various parts of your body and you become the subject of an awkward tug of war. Eventually a different one manages to grab you and sling you over his shoulder.

"Alright, alright, I understand." the big pawn says. "Y'all don't want me to stretch her out too much. I can be patient. I'm just glad to see I ain't the only one with good taste in ladies. Man, can you believe how many were fightin' with each other when sign-ups opened to be the first to do a boy-girl scene with that 'Rainbow' chick? She's, like, a 1.5 out of 10 in the 'boobs' department and a 3 out of 10 in the 'ass' department. I guess they all have that 'yellow fever'."

Snowflake gasps in disgust and shock - not at the two men on either side of her fondling her breasts as she walks, but at the language being used. "You did NOT just use that word! That is personally offensive to my lived experience!" Thanks to your newly enhanced hearing, you can tell that Snowflake is getting just as worked up sexually as you are, if not more so.

"'It is?" One of the pawns crowding around Red Balloon looks over and asks. "'Yellow fever' means you like Asian girls, right? I thought Snowflake was black. They look black."

"Naw, man," the pawn with the coarse choice of language scoffs. "She's, uh, they're, like, Mexican or something. Can't you see how straight their hair is? And their nose?"

"I was curious about that, too." Isaac breaks in, now. "What ethnicity do you identify as, Snowflake? I mean, in case anyone's got a fetish."

Snowflake huffs. Her voluptuous body writhes between the two men crowding into her personal space and running their hands all over her body. "If you have to know," she says, "I am a proud Philippino-Jewish-Kenyan-Iranian American. And I don't appreciate having my skin color fetishized, thank you very much!"

"Philipp... hahahahaha!" another of the pawns, with a raspy New Jersey accent, starts cackling. "Wow! That must'a been a hell of a party twenty years ago!"

"GAH!" you shout loudly, squirming in the grip of the man carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. "First of all, are you a middle-school dropout or something?! That's not how genetics works, you moron! Four people getting together all at once don't make one baby!" you then point accusingly at Snowflake. "Secondly, GOD DAMN IT SNOWFLAKE don't tell a bunch of henchmen for the Wonderland Warriors about the precise exotic combination of nationalities you are! Don't you think you just narrowed it down to find your secret identity?"

"Exotic?!" Snowflake barks back at you in disbelief. "You're calling me 'exotic?!"

"Hahahahaa," 'Club', still groping Snowflake's ass, chuckles. "I'm sensing some friction on this team. Capes tend to argue a lot, I've seen it before. There's always a troublemaker on every team. But this team seems to be ALL troublemakers. Do you think they'll still keep bickering with eachother when they're getting fucked together?"

"Mmmm," 'Diamond' on Snowflake's other side agrees. "I can't wait to find out. It'll be like the opposite of yesterday with those two girls from the Cosmic ****. Remember how cute it was how they were holding hands the entire time, laying next to each other on the waterbed? Except in this case, I think these three would get in a catfight while they're getting stuffed side by side."

....

Finally the group - you three heroines and the 10 henchmen groping and touching you - finishes traversing the winding interior of the lair and reaches a wide-open room full of potted plants and several couches and mattresses. The mattresses don't even have sheets, and don't look terribly clean. On closer inspection, all those "potted plants" are the sort that would get the cops to kick in your door. They're making the room smell a little weird.

But never mind the **** horticulture. You see a wide door at the other end of the room with 'filming in progress'. That must be where Dr. Rainbow is! You feel a swell of hope as you focus your hearing on that room.

Sure enough, you can hear through the walls, even though there is some kind of high-grade sound baffling in them. And inside, you can hear the yelps and whimpers of Dr. Rainbow! Unfortunately, you have ample experience with the particular pitch and timbre of her voice while she's being assaulted by villains, and this is definitely it. You let out a sigh of relief. At least she's safe physically, if not mentally. You can also hear a woman's voice talking over her but can't focus enough to make out what she's saying.

You probably COULD focus enough, but the hands groping your ass, thighs and hips every few seconds are wrecking your concentration. And, looking over at Balloon, you can see you're not the only one in this situation.

"Oh my gawwwwwwwwwd, I can't believe it's going this far." Red Balloon has been mostly quiet but now speaks up. "Listen, please! I'm a... I've never had sex before. If you take my first time I'll NEEEEEVER forgive you! I'll hunt you personally to the ends of the earth and make sure you never see the light of day again!" Red Balloon says, her squeaky voice quavering.

You speak up. "What she means," you announce loudly, "is that she's never had vaginal sex before. There's other stuff I guarantee she's done. But unlike her, the rest of- HEY!"

Seemingly annoyed by your arrogant tone of voice, the man carrying you tries to toss you down on one of the mattresses. But your super-agility makes a mockery of it - you land on the palms of your hands and do a backflip, landing on your feet.

"Like I was saying..." you begin. "unlike Red Balloon, I'm not afraid of any of you - mind control collar or no mind-control collar."

Unfortunately Red Balloon seems to have grabbed their attention. "Whoah, really?" henchman whisper to eachother. "She's unused goods? Damn! How do we decide who gets her cherry?"

Red Balloon gasps in shock, not having foreseen how her obvious declaration of virginity could backfire. One of the pawns grabs her and tries to pull her away... but, because of her unique ability, finds that she is as light and airy in his grip as a pillow, and without any super strength, he can easily fling her around.

"Oh wow! Hey, check this out!" the pawn chuckles, grabbing Red Balloon's plump, enormous apple-shaped ass in both hands. He picks her up as she kicks and squeals, and then balances her butt in the palm of one hand, lifting her above his head. "Lookit me! I'm a supervillain! Haha, hey, that's how we can decide who gets to go with her first - we can play a round of volleyball, with her as the ball!"

"Man, I don't care about being her first," another of the pawns, who'd been quiet until now, says. "I just want to hot dog that T-H-I-C-C- ass of hers."

"That sounds fair to me. Here, catch!" the first one throws Red Balloon to the second one, ass-first. Although Red Balloon could take flight under her own power at any time, she maintains the bluff of being mind-controlled, and sails helplessly through the air. Rather than catch her with his hands, the pawn makes a point of 'catching' her buttocks with his face, grabbing her thighs and taking a deep sniff.

"Alright, THAAAAAAAT is ENOOOOOOOUGH!" Red Balloon grits her teeth as the guy presses his face into her wrecking ball of an ass. "It' time to-" "get dirty! I'll get you off first if thaaaat's what it takes!"

Red Balloon gasps and grimaces, as if shocked by the sound of her own voice. "That's not what I said!" she protests indignantly. "I said..." a savvy observer might notice that her lips aren't synching up to the sound of her voice, "..find some lube and get ready to pound my tight asshole."

A bit slow on the uptake this time, Red Balloon whips her head in your direction and stares accusingly, realizing you've been imitating her voice with super-ventriloquism. You speak to her in 'whisper-mode': "Don't start a fight yet, Balloon. That's an order. We have to wait for them to bring Dr. Rainbow out, or for Isaac to find some excuse to go inside the studio. I'm not interested in Doc getting used as a hostage against us. Just endure this until I can get the drop on whoever has her."

"Why did you make it sound like I said those awful thiiiiiiiiiings?" Balloon shrills back at you.

"Because that's the smart thing to do. We'll kill more time if we flirt back with these scumbags. It will slow things down, not speed them up. Things won't go as far that way. Snowflake?" you silently broadcast to your other team member as well. "You hear that? Stay frosty, for once. Pun intended. Besides, I have some ideas how to deal with these guys."

"Yeah, because you've been so full of great ideas today." Snowflake doesn't sound confident.

"We can't whisper any more." you say. "They're gonna notice. Just follow my lead." You don't think the villains have been paying much attention - they were paying too much attention to what your ventriloquism made it sound like Red Balloon said.

"Alright! Listen up, you gutter filth!" you snap your fingers and a dramatic peal of thunder booms through the room. Aside from getting their attention you hope it alerts Dr. Rainbow to the fact that rescue is on the way and will be there soon. "Surely you can see by now that Red Balloon and Snowflake aren't afraid of you. And you know why? Because just like me, they know you're all cowards."

You roll your hips confidently and do a sultry pose, thrusting out your chest in a way that draws every eye in the room to your bosom, which your costume was specifically tailored to provide just enough support to to be practical, while still encouraging your two most prominent assets to jiggle and bounce with every step you take. "I'm going to remove my thunder-fist," you point to the bulky glove on your right hand which allows you to focus sound-waves into high-pressure bursts of infrasound, "and promise not to use my superpowers. And I'll still take on any of you one-on-one!"

You see grins forming on their faces. "...fight! In a one-on-one fight!" you hastily add. "In fact, since some of you pathetic earthworms are on the runty side, I'd even make it two-on-one! Hell, THREE-on-one! If you've ever thought it was unfair for a hero to kick your pathetic asses with powers you don't have, now's your chance to prove yourselves!"

Giving them a half-turn and showing off your fantastic physique, you pull off your thunder-fist glove and give your eye-catching butt a slap with your newly unencumbered hand. "And not just any hero, either. A woman! Would you really be too afraid to square up against a woman, even with two of your fellow lowlives backing you up? How much of a bunch of pussies would you have to be to not even give the leader of your captives a chance to fight back?"

Silently, you reflect on the lessons you've learned over the last several months in the hero world. It feels like it's been years. You've learned a lot. And the very first thing you learned, on your very first patrol, the very first time you risked taking a 9-month-plus delay in your heroine career on account of some no-name crook... was to not try and take on more than three thugs at once.