When the henchmen refuse to face your combat skills, you take them on with your 'other' skills instead (M/F)

Even Snowflake and Red Balloon are silent. The evil men who've been groping your teammates look at you.

You make a quick inventory of the group. Overall, they're pretty typical for the army of scum that Hot-Cross Bunny and Queen of Hearts recruit. As the most feared villain gang (except perhaps the Lethal Legion, but that's really more of a villain co-op than a single hierarchical group), in theory, the Wonderland Warriors should have the best henchmen. But they're really just the same kind of trash driven by greed and a pathological need for cheap thrills as in any group. According to the intel you'd read, most Wonderland Warriors henchmen were recruited from among those who show promise working under at least a few other villains, or, from among those who've already done prison time.

Most of the rough, leering men in stupid costumes standing before you look to be in their thirties or thereabouts, and (with a couple exceptions like scrawny Isaac, Green Streak's double agent/bullying victim) they have strong physiques with ropy, muscular shoulders. They probably have more experience in a brawl than the typical street thug. But that's not saying much. Working as a henchman for villains like this, as always, only attracts the dregs of society, those too impulsive, stupid or weak-willed to even make a profitable living from their lack of morals in organized crime.

With the exception of a few who just didn't realize what they were getting into, they are absolutely the scum of the earth. In a way, they're even worse than their bosses - those bitches Queen of Hearts and Hot-Cross Bunny obviously have something seriously wrong with them upstairs and probably belong in an asylum, but henchmen can't get away with being too crazy to follow orders like supervillains can. They're just willing to do anything for money and... thrills. Prison is too good for them. Every time you make eye contact with one of their leering, loutish faces, you feel a surge of hot contempt in your chest. That would be all well and good, except... that surge of heat is also going down. Making you tingle between your legs.

Blinking quickly, you try to shake those thoughts away. Damn it. You're 100% sure that that 'power-enhancing' potion Raven Woman gave you and your team was also an aphrodisiac. But you're still in control of your actions. They may be able to see your nipples stiffening under the surface of your outfit, so you wave your fist to get their attention on that.

...and suddenly, the tallest pawn, the one who'd been groping you the whole way here, starts chuckling in a mocking tone. The others' faces break into smiles and soon they're all laughing together as they stare at you.

Your ears and neck flush as your annoyance builds. "W-what?" You demand. "You think I don't stand a chance? Try it! I'll wipe those smiles off your faces with my fists! If you think I'm so weak, stop acting smug and try me! Just tell me I'm allowed to fight back and I'll show you!"

"Ha haaah..." Club gives Snowflake's ass one more squeeze and then steps away from her, coming closer and leering at you. "I'm sure you would, babe. That's what's so funny. Do you think we're that dumb, to give you a chance to beat the crap out of us like that?"

"Yeah," the tall pawn says. "You do realize the League of Propriety has been hyping you 'Weather Watch' girls non-stop in the media for the last few days. There's pictures of all of you goin' up on all the big news websites, blogs, billboards, everything. I been henching for 15 years now, and this is always how the League does it - whenever the shit gets bad, they break out some new special team that's gonna turn everything around, to make all the sheep calm down. Why do you think they had Maiden America hold your hand and act like she needed your help fighting that scientist girl with the afro and her squad of cyborg mutants yesterday? Maiden A always does that when there's some new group the League wants to push."

"Yeah," Club nods, "and it especially helps if everyone on that new team is super fuckin' hot. It's been, like, 3 days, and I'd bet that at least 10 million guys have already jacked off to pictures of you all. It's like a sampler with something for everybody. For the ones who love tall, fit bodies that are just a little androgynous but still have a nice rack, they've got Snowflake. For the ones like my buddy Reggie over there," he nods at the pawn who was tossing Balloon around, "who want to bury their face in a big, jiggly ass or an oversized pair of tits, they've got Red Balloon. For the weirdos with a lolita complex they got Dr. Rainbow."

"...and," the big pawn says, "for the typical guys who like peppy, outgoing divas with all-round supermodel hotness, they put you up in front, Thunderbird. But," he raises a finger, "the problem is, they can't just say 'hey all you citizens, look how sexy our new superheroine team is, don't you wanna fuck them?' That's what they're counting on the civvies thinking, heheh, but they gotta dress it up a little."

You take a deep breath and grit your teeth. Maybe Snowflake is rubbing off on you, because you're simultaneously getting both more and more pissed, and more and more aroused, especially at the realization you've been the subject of more lustful thoughts than ever since your recent promotion. By the looks of it, Snowflake is having the same reaction.

The informal leader of the pawn guards continues: "So, while they're putting pin-ups of the latest team of hero girls everywhere, they find other stuff to talk about. They say, 'hey, look how powerful these girls are in OTHER ways than making our dicks hard!' So they tell everybody everything any of you can do! All your amazing powers and everything. And since Thunderbird's power is kinda weak, that means they have to talk about how, ooooh, she's a super kung-fu champion who can kick any guy's ass! How empowering!"

He keeps chuckling derisively as if he were in on a joke that you weren't. "And now you think you're just gonna surprise us, because you think WE think we can take you on one-on-one, or two-on-one, or whatever? Me and most of these guys," he sweeps his hand out at the group, "have already worked for half a dozen villains or more. We're not gonna fall for that!"

You purse your lips... and then run your tongue over them. Did you just dressed down in a lengthy diatribe by nameless goons? There's no way you can let this stand.

"Alright, fine." you fold your arms. "Then why don't you guys just skip to the end, say you did whatever to us to please Queen of Hearts, and then piss off and go take a smoke break, or a long lunch or whatever? We'll tear our costumes up a little to make it convincing and act like we're all broken and in a state of shock whenever Queen comes back?"

That shuts them up. They stare at you with silent amusement. 'Club' snorts scornfully. "So, uh, are you just assuming that we're all a bunch of gentlemen who are really good on the inside? Playing the idealism card?"

"Nope, I'm playing the 'dick size' card." you say, casually stretching your arms above your head in a way that would threaten to make your bouncy bosom burst free from your underboob-baring costume if it didn't have high-tech countermeasures against that.

Club looks shocked as you continue. "Yeah, you heard me. I think we both know that if you or your fellow oompa loompa over there tried to do anything with me, let alone the statuesque stunner you had your hands on a minute ago, you would.. come up short." For emphasis, you hold your thumb and index finger just a few inches apart.

The big guy in the pawn costume seems to think that's a lot funnier than his two vertically challenged buddies do. But when he opens his mouth you overpower him with your super-voice: "And you! Maybe you've got the meat, but I can tell with just one look you don't know what to do with it. It would just be an embarrassment if you tried. We're superheroines, you dumb shit. There aren't many guys out there who can handle someone like us. The League makes money off of showing us off like sexual goddesses because that's what we are. And even though there's only one of us for every thousand horny creeps like you, we're still more than you can handle."

"I do not endorse aaaaaaaaany of these notions!" Red Balloon shouts.

Meanwhile, the evil henchmen are clearly shocked. They definitely didn't expect you to go this direction. You turn your face to the side and run your hand through your bright yellow dyed hair dismissively. "You no name thugs are just like dogs chasing cars. When you finally catch one, you can't handle it. I don't need my superpowers or my martial arts skills to humiliate you losers. If you even manage to stick it in me, you won't last 30 seconds. And then you're going to start crying. Apologies in advance to my conscientious colleague for perpetuating a stereotype but seeing a grown man cry is really pathetic. Especially after sex."

Diamond cops dryly, clearly taking a little off guard by your forwardness to say the least. "You want us to just back off? What makes you think we care what you think about it, Thunder Tits? I'm not worried at all about being able to have fun with what YOU got."

"Because when my team and I make it out of this alive... when, not if... I'm going to tell EVERYONE." you say, lowering your voice dramatically and leaning towards them. When you continue your voice comes out hasty and manic: "Every hero in the League! Hell, I'll tell the reporters too! You think I'll be embarrassed? I'm Thunderbird, I'm a... a fearless femme fatale who gets laid all the time, it's part of my brand! My mom Nightingale was a total prude and I want to show the world that I'm the exact opposite! Older guys, younger guys, black guys, white guys, women, hermaphrodite freaks... I'll try anything once!"

You waggle your fingers dismissively. "But you? YOU will be humiliated for the rest of your lives! Not just a bunch of pathetic horny scumbags, but PATHETIC HORNY SCUMBAGS WHO CAN'T EVEN FUCK when they get helpless heroines," naturally you use your power to muffle Snowflake's objection to your gendered language, "dropped in their laps!" You point at one of the short guys who'd been molesting Snowflake: "'4 of Diamonds'? More like '"4 inches of silly string'!"

The big guy starts to laugh again so you point at him next: "The Pawns? More like.. uh... 'Porn-addicted-limp-dicks!" you then jab your accusing finger at Club. "3 of clubs? You mean '3-pump-chump'?"

The smiles of the henchmen are no longer joyous, but nervous. "Hahha... blah, blah... every hero these days thinks they're a comedian, huh?" Diamond says, his voice cracking unsteadily.

"Shit... yeah, a good one." the tall pawn says. "This girl is seriously dunking on us."

"Y-yeah!" You notice that Isaac has been staring goggled eyed at you this entire time. He nods his head suddenly. "We're totally no match for a personality like that. I'm calling this one quits, guys. A minute of feeling..." you can see his lip quiver a little, "feeling good isn't worth months of humiliation. When's the last time Queen of Hearts remembered having given orders about something, anyway? I know what she was taken away for, too, and trust me, she's going to be busy for hours. See you later. I'm leaving."

And with that, Isaac starts walking off towards one of the hallways. You glare at him, but as you do, he makes eye contact and then flicks his eyes towards the studio door.

Well then. This wasn't part of the plan, you think to yourself, but you can NOT deal with pulling Dr. Rainbow out of a deathtrap right now, so you have **** but to trust him to go get a keycard or lure Doc's tormentor away, or whatever it is he's up to. "Don't fuck this up, Isaac." you whisper to him sharply as he hads out through the door.

"Are you crazy?" Diamond says, his surprised face splitting into a big grin. "That bad attitude of hers is super fucking hot. Pawn number whatver-"

"Thirty-nine," the talkative big guy says.

"Thirty-whatever," Diamond continues, "you were right! Thunderbird IS sexier! She's like... an insult comic dominatrix or something! Fuck! I didn't think I could get any harder! Sorry, Snowflake, I still like you too, but I can't pass this up!"

"Me neither! We're highest ranked, we're goin' first! Pawns wait their turn!" Club says. The two men close in on you, hands outstretched towards your gorgeous body.

Red Balloon starts laughing spitefully, an awful screechy sound that hurts your ears. Snowflake, meanwhile, seems insulted and a bit disappointed as the guys who'd been groping her gravitate towards you. "Hey! Where are you guys going?! Are you just interested in Thunderbird because she fits your white-supremacist beauty standards?"

While the two of them complain, you see that one of the henchmen has a totally different reaction than the others. A fairly nondescript handsome older guy is looking at you in a way that appears horrified rather than lustful. He pushes his way past the group.

"Haha, what's wrong, man? Are you cucking out like that Spade guy?" a dark-armored pawn says, referring to Isaac.

"Yes. Yes I am." the disturbed-looking henchman says. "I need to leave now. There's been a mistake. I'll... I'll send a replacement."

"You aren't-" before his fellows can demand an explanation, the perturbed mystery man goes out the door and walks away.

Before you can spend too much mental energy wondering what the deal was with that guy, Club and Diamond are on you. Grabby hands caress your gravity-defyingly firm tits, rubbing and squeezing you in search for nonexistent implants. Both guys have maniacal grins on their faces as they explore your supermodel-worthy body. "Hey, back off!" Diamond says. "I'm the highest ranked here now that Spade fucked off! Give me some time alone with Thunderbird first, then you can have her!"

"Oh no you don't!" you say. "Don't you two dare use picking a fight as an excuse to walk away with your pride intact! I can satisfy both of you at once literally without breaking a sweat... without even taking off my face-mask." you say, giving both of them a light shove to the chest.

That seems to do the trick. Both henchmen hungrily lunge upon you and tackle you to the mattress. For a moment you're concerned. Why... why did I do that?! You think. Did I just feel disappointed that I might not have to fool around with two bad guys at once...?

The warming sensation has spread all throughout your body now. You feel like you might go insane if you don't get enough stimulation to satisfy you.

"C'mon, baby. Keep talking. That attitude of yours is getting me hot." Club says, sticking his hand between your thighs and rubbing your slit through the thin material of your outfit. He grabs a handful of the elastic yellow spandex-like material and pulls hard, tearing it. When he lets go, your last vestige of modesty is taken away - everyone can see the tender pink of your pussy lips. And anyone with a nose can surely smell your arousal.

What would be the point in denying it? You decide there's nothing to do but own it: "Yeah, I'm already wet." you say as Club shoves his face between your thighs and gets a close up look, while Diamond lies beside you playing with your tits and planting wet, messy kisses all over your neck (since he can't reach your face). "You've been feeling me up and talking dirty about me for half an hour now. But even so, you losers can't even TRY to taunt me, can you?"

You look towards the door as the tan-skinned man in the card jumpsuit buries his face between your breasts with a needy groan. "You want to know a secret?" you say confidently. "Me and Dr. Rainbow are, like, sort of in love with each other! She totally hero-worships me and wants to be with me forever! And I value the shit out of her love! But we've never gone on a date or anything, because I'm scared. Not of, like, commitment. I'm worried because I think she's just too fucking nice to sexually satisfy me!"

You spread your legs wide, proudly showing off your bare, dripping cunt. "Here I am laying on a filthy mattress that'd probably look like a Jackson Pollock painting under a blacklight, surrounded by stinking weed plants, about to get fucked by two criminal dwarves who wouldn't even deserve a pigeon shitting on them if they were on fire!"

Your last words are spoken through gritted teeth as you shove your hand down the front of Diamond's leggings, getting a hold of something warm and stiff that confirms your suspicion that these guys haven't got any underwear on under those tights they wear. "...and I have never been more turned on in my life. Show me what you've got!"

"Uh, um... Dwarfism is a serious... y'know, ableism and..." even Snowflake seems to be at a loss for words as she stares at you writhing on the bed between the two men. Normally, shorter guys who aren't particularly well-endowed wouldn't be your preference, to put it mildly. But that really is a hell of an aphrodisiac Raven Woman foisted on you and your teammates. There's pretty much no one you couldn't talk yourself into wanting to fuck at this particular moment. Queen of Hearts with her murderous psychopathy and sewer mouth, sure. Round 2 with that gross middle-aged mobster from a few months ago, absolutely. Hell, even your stepbrother Elliot, maybe a good hatefuck would sort him out. If he wanders back into the room, you'll call his bluff and tell him to come get some of you.

Club hastily pulls off his tights, leaving his pasty, hairy legs uncovered. But the thing you're most interested in isn't how in shape his legs are, but what he's got between them. You feel a twinge of relieved giddiness as you see that his cock isn't small in spite of his diminuitive five-two stature, just average. He grabs your well-toned thighs in his hands and spreads your legs wide. You feel a cool breeze over your exposed pussy.

"Whoah, hey man," the burly lead pawn says. "Slow down a second! Ain't you gonna use a rubber?"

"Oh." you gulp briefly. Shit, that's right. You only have two of Petite Mort's contraceptive robot devices left, and Dr. Rainbow might need one by the time you get out of this place (if she doesn't already). "Yeah... hurry up and get o-"

"No way!" Snowflake shouts. You're so surprised, you don't think to mute her. "You're just trying to give him a way out to shield his fragile masculinity, at her expense! Everyone knows raw dick feels better-"

"Excuuuuse me?!" Red Balloon huffs.

"-but you want to privilege cis-het male pleasure by giving him a crutch so he doesn't have to control himself!" Snowflake says accusingly.

...damn it, you hate to admit it to yourself, but you agree with Snowflake about the 'feeling better' part. So, for the third time in this filthy 'card game', you double down. "Y-yeah right, Snowflake." you say scornfully. "This loser," you rub one of your bare feet over the horny man's chest sensually, "wouldn't DARE to stick it in me without wearing a condom. I'm not on the pill or anything, and officially registered heroes aren't allowed to get an abortion."

"Holy shit! Is that true?" the other henchmen not on the bed with you exchange glances. You can't tell if they look amused, worried, or both. "No wonder Hot-Cross Bunny is always encouraging the guys to go bareback with heroines! Hostages, **** and bomb threats can keep heroes busy for a few hours or days, but that's nothing compared to sending them on maternity leave!"

"Pfft," you huff, rolling your eyes. "And do you think that fake-accented, fake-titted sociopath is gonna lift a pinky finger to protect the likes of you if I come after you six months from now? The criminal courts might go easy on costumed henchmen, but the family courts sure won't! I'm already rich, but I'll happily squeeze every last penny out of you losers as an alimony payment. Or maybe I'll just drop the little bastard off on you and walk away! You've never even seen my face, good luck finding my secret identity!"

You grab your firm breasts in both hands and give them a bounce, glaring challengingly at the two men. "So go ahead, grab a condom like the limp-dicked losers you are. I bet you make a mess of yourselves just thinking about a sexual goddess like me before you even finish putting it on!"

"Man," Club says, the short tan-skinned henchman shaking his head in bewilderment. "I don't know if this is reverse psychology or what. But there's no way I could pass up the chance to feel that wet pussy all the way! I'm going for it!"

Before you can second guess yourself over the fact that you just taunted a random henchmen into foregoing protection, Club seizes your toned thighs in his hands and holds them up as he kneels over you.

You're about halfway through reassuring yourself that this is all for the safety of Dr. Rainbow and your mother and all that when the head of the horny henchman's cock presses against the pink crease of your labial lips and makes you forget everything else. He rubs it up and down, and shocks run through you every time the mushroom head brushes against the top of your pussy mound.

Most of the time, like so many other girls you know, your main complaint in bed with a guy is not getting enough foreplay and clitoral stimulation. But now, that direct rubbing of the warm, soft tip of his cock against your tiny, sensitive button is too much to bear. And you want more than anything that sensation of fullness. "Damn it..." you hiss at him, "stop fooling around...! I'm plenty wet already. If you've got the balls to try, hurry up and shove that cock all the way- AHHHHH!"

Your voice trails off into a shrill gasp as Club decides to shut you up with the tool he has at hand. Even more heat spreads through your hips and lower belly than you were feeling before as the eager man's dick spreads your flower open and plunges in deep. You're so relaxed and ready that it's almost like you are sucking him in. The short-statured tan-skinned man pushes his hips forward until you feel the pleasant tickle of his curly black pubes grinding against your clit.

"Hooooly shit!" Club gasps breathlessly. "It's even better than I thought! I feel like my dick is about to melt!" he hefts your thighs higher and higher in his grasp, making your hips roll back. He stays hilted deeply inside your pusssy, rocking against your hips. The feel of a man's thighs pressing against your ass is delightful, but it feels like right now, nothing in the world could be better than having this criminal scumbag's cock filling you up like it is. The shaft waggles up and down inside you as he grinds against you.

"Hahaha. Good thing for her she's wearing that mask! I bet she's already doing 'ahegao' under there!" a man's voice (you don't see which) says with a chuckle.

"Yeah," Club says through gritted teeth as he begins to thrust back and forth, "keep talking shit, Thunderbird! If my dick is so disappointing, why are you tightening up around me like this?"

"Because I want you to FUCK me! Right now you're just trying to fuck me. I dont' care how fast it makes you cum, hurry up and give me the best pounding you've got!" you say, reaching behind him to slap his buttocks, urging him onwards. The henchman starts building up a steady tempo, thrusting in and out of you.

The guy bends in close over you, forcing you to spread your legs even wider and wrap your thighs arounnd his waist. His eyes lock on yours. It's almost like a staring contest... it isn't the first time you've tried to stare down a bad guy, and you've never been the one to blink first. The fact that the man trying to stare you down has his nuts slapping against your taint as he thrusts into you again and again doesn't change anything. Club wraps his hand over the hard metal of your mask.

"Ha...! Is that supposed to shut me up? Nice try, ~Ah~, jackass!" you say in a sassy voice, staring deeply into the man's bloodshot, chestnut eyes as he fucks you for all he's worth. "Don't you dare slow down or pull out before I cum, you little weasel! C'mon! Faster!"

Club shifts his position higher, holding your hips up an inch off the bed so he can 'pile-drive' straight down into your cunt. You can already feel a dribble of your juices tickling your asshole, which makes you clench. "That's more like it!" you gasp confidently in between breathy grunts. "Deeper, shove that pathetic little cock as deep in me as you can!"

But Club slows down instead. He's breathing heavily but doesn't seem winded... rather, just as you warned him, the pleasure is too much for him. You can tell, and feel, that he's struggling not to release himself. All of your teasing words about responsibility and consequences seem to be be bothering him, even though those same consequences don't bother you a bit right this moment. "This pussy is so good... I want it to last as..." he starts to say, eyes rolling back.

You, however, have other ideas. Planting your elbows against the ground, you push against him with all your impressive strength and flip the henchman over onto his back before he knows what's happening. All of a sudden, you are on top of him, straddling his hips and slamming your perfect muscular ass against his hips over and over. "I don't give a fuck what you want! This is what *I* want, you nobody! Think of your crazy bitch boss cutting your head off or whatever it takes, just hold on until I'm through with you!"

"Oh man, I can't stand watching this anymore!" Diamond says with a gasp. His cock is a little smaller than his fellow playing card lieutenant, but he's been stroking it to hardness worthy of his card suit. "Thunderbird, I hope even a shameless slut like you cleaned yourself up down there because I'm not waiting, I'm going in!" As you bounce up and down on Club's lap, Diamond spits loudly, and slicks his cock up with his hand.

Before, you might have been nervous about the impending pressure on your backdoor. But, perhaps thanks to that bisexual magic flute player from Goldie Glider's gang yesterday training you out of your inhibitions, now you're eager. "Yeah! Go ahead, prick me in the asshole! I can take on both of you little bitches at once!" you shout.

You lean forward and press your impressive bust against Club's face. He groans helplessly and sinks his fingers into the firm, pliant flesh of your tits, squeezing them against his cheeks. A heartbeat later you feel a foreign-yet-relieving sensation that's not so different from when you go to the bathroom with a great need, as a second cock slides past the tight puckered ring of your anus.

You've fucked plenty of guys before, and you've had a few experiences with anal, but this is a new one for you. Although you'd assumed it was just a porn gimmick, the two conflicting sensations - one soft and velvety, one hard and intrusive - combine to drive you wild with ecstasy. The two guys start thrusting at random, no rhyme or rhythm to their movements as your hips are pinned between them. Warm, blunt thickness impales you from two sides, and you can't get used to either of them. It's wild, rough, raw, unpredictable... and... and...

"FUUUCK!" you shout so loudly that without even trying, you give everyone in the room a shrill ear-ache. Most likely half the people in this headquarters just heard the ear-splitting triumphant cry of you cumming. Your juices leak down all over Club's lap as you squeeze him so hard between your thighs that if super strength were one of your powers, he probably wouldn't survive.

"Damn...! This slutty asshole feels like it's about to break my dick off! You nasty whore!" Diamond shouts in your ear, his breath hot against your earlobe and the back of your neck. "I can't...!"

Before he says anything else you both feel, and HEAR a loud, messy *SPLURT*. With your powers amped up like this, you've never been able to hear a guy cumming quite like this. Every disgusting, lewd detail of the sound seems to reverberate through your body as you get a hot feeling like an enema, irrigating your colon with slimy semen.

"Seriously...?!" you gasp, looking back over your shoulder even as you keep grinding your ass against Club's lap. "You can't even last 30 seconds in my asshole? You fucking los-AHH! Fuck! That's hot!"

Club has reached his limit too. He sits bolt upright as you lean backwards, and mere moments after Diamond withdraws, Club is burying his face between your tits again and squeezing your fit backside in both hands, gripping painfully tight as he pulls your pussy onto his cock down to the base. The wonderful meat rod filling your needy pussy throbs and swells, and you feel a wet, slimy burst behind your navel as the nameless henchman empties his balls into your twat. You get teasingly, frustratingly close to climaxing again... but then he stops moving, and you feel his cock quickly start to deflate inside of you.

"Oh goddamn it," you groan s you plant your feet on the bed and halfway stand up, still resting your hands on his chest. A gooey white string stretches between his cockhead and your shaven pussy lips for a few seconds before a clench of your inner muscles causes a messy spurt of semen to come tumbling out of your vagina, landing on his stomach.

"Sorry, Thunderbird... I didn't mean to cum insi-" the squat hispanic henchman starts to apologize, but you just give him a slap on the chest.

"Fuck, I don't care about that! I wanted to cum again! This was your one chance to make a woman cum twice in a row! I was so goddamn horny that any retard could have done it!" you say sharply. "All you had to do was control your pathetic little dick for FIVE FUCKING MINUTES! Christ!" You run your finger over your messy pussy. And as you tighten up again, a messy 'Frrrppbbtt' sound makes itself heard as the excess air that ended up getting in your back door comes back out, along with Diamond's sticky load.

There you are... pussy gushing pearly white jizz, and farting out a second guy's cum as well. And all thoughts of the villains, or the heroines and family you need to rescue are gone from your mind. All you can think of is that you want MORE, right now.

"I'm nowhere CLOSE to satisfied! Just like I thought!" you say, giving Club a kick as he starts getting up from the bed too slowly. "C'mon! You, big slab of meat with the dumb-ass helmet! Get over here! If you want me to show mercy on any of you losers, give me a proper fuck!"

The leader of the pawns grins widely, showing his crooked teeth, as he comes charging at you like a bull. He sweeps you up off your feet and starts planting kisses up and down your neck and down to your still-spandex-covered tits as he backs you up against a wall. He digs his fingers into your messy cunt, both enjoying the tightness of your hole around his fingers and pulling out as much of his felonious fellows' seed as he possibly can.

Although you're quite tall, this guy still towers over you. And compared to the other two, he's a lot more bulky. Muscles ripple through his bodysuit in the places visible under his armored chestpiece as he undoes his fly and exposes a thick, dark cock that looks twice the size of what the last two goons had for you.

It's good thing your mask makes it impossible for him to see you licking your lips. You look down at it, raise an eyebrow, then look up at him. "Well? I told you, this mask isn't coming off, and I'm not sucking your thing. If you're gonna do something with that crooked sausage, hurry up and do it!"

He smiles and advances closer to you. If this was a close-quarters combat grappling situation, you'd be in trouble. Even with your amazing flexibility and grace, this big lug would overpower you through sheer weight of muscle. But you're quite confident you've chosen a form of 'combat' that he can't hope to compete with you in.

Your feet leave the floor as the pawn leader scoops your ass up in his hands, and you grab hold of his neck for support. His thick length grinds against your ass-crack, rubbing your messy slit and building back up the erotic charge that your first orgasm only just scratched the surface of. After a minute of it you're even hornier than you were before you got double-teamed by the first two.

"Now squawkin' so much now, are you Thunderbird?" the towering smart-ass says as he roughly pushes you up against the wall, knocking over one of the smelly weed plants in the process.

"I just want you to know that when I shame you for being a pathetic fuck despite your size advantage, it's for a good reason." you say in your best haughty tone of voice. And to make sure he knows you mean business, you lift your legs up and wrap them around his powerful hips.

It takes the big guy a good few tries, but even when he 'misses', it feels good, so you can't complain. Once, the thick uncircumcised head of his dark cock brushes against your asshole, but between the angle and the sheer size, he can't quite slip into you even with so much lube. "Heh heh heh... poor Clubby, couldn't control himself." the man says as he squeezes and kneads your ass in his hands like raw dough. "I better be a good friend and make sure he ain't sweating it out alone if you've got a big round belly poking out through that square hole in your costume later on down the line."

"Yeah, right!" you flash your eyes defiantly at him, once again engaging in an erotically charged stare-down. "You don't have the balls!"

"Nice choice of words!" the lead pawn says as his swinging motions finally bear fruit and his cock-head finds purchase in your tingling pussy. He lunges forward and almost knocks the breath out of you as he pins you against the wall, slamming home with such **** that a trickle of the first guy's cum is **** out around with a messy squirting sound.

"Thunderbird! You stuuuuuupid whore! Don't you have any shame at all?!" Red Balloon squeals. But for the first time since you've met her, her voice doesn't bother you at all, because you're 100% focused on the long, LONG cock splitting you open. You almost feel like it's going to tear you open. Or, worse, that you're going to cry out and beg him to stop...

...but then, you feel the tense, hairy surface of his nuts pressing against your ass cheeks. "H...hah! I knew it! I can take your whole cock, no problem!" you say, floating high on a rush of adrenaline. "All you can do with that big cock is make me feel good! Is this supposed to be ****? You're just making me look good! I'd invite the damn reporters in here and tell them to broadcast this on the 9 o'clock news if I could!" you say exultantly as you start shaking your hips against him. "C'mon, faster! I can't cum like this!"

You soon get into a swinging rhythm as the huge man begins pounding you against the wall. Each time he drives into you, it feels like his cock is going deeper than before, but thanks to your own excitement and the first guy's cum providing lubricant, you feel nothing but pleasure. When he starts getting tired and shifts his grip, letting you lean a little harder against his hips with your butt, his cock starts hitting a spot inside you that has almost never been tickled just quite right like this before.

Alas, your composure goes out the window at that point. "OH YES! Right fucking there! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck fuck fuck!" you toss your head from side to side as he plows you relentlessly. Your plan to mock him falls by the wayside as you start losing track of time. He has a lot more stamina than you thought. "I'm cumming again! Ahhhhh, shiiiiit!"

"And people ask why there are so many protests against the League for indecency..." Red Balloon grumbles. She sounds defeated, shamed... and jealous. Jealous of your incredible sexual prowess.

The big man holding you aloft leans forward to run his tongue over your costume-covered breasts, and up your neck. "You ready for a break, baby? Want to finish me off with your hands?"

There's a long pause. Then you speak louder than ever:

"Hell, no! Not a chance! Keep going, you big bastard! I want your cum inside me! Fill me up until I burst!" Without even waiting for him, you start swinging yourself, using your powerful thighs to hump yourself against him, pumping up and down on his lengthy cock as if you're trying to swallow his whole lower body up with your tingling twat.

"Auuuugh damn...! I can't handle this pussy...!" Whether he's genuine or playing along, his voice sounds suddenly stressed and ****. He tries to hold back... but one last squeeze with your kegel muscles puts him over the top.

To your enhanced hearing (tuned towards the lewdest sounds possible), a wet, almost flatulent *PFFFPLRRRRRTTTTTT* sound rings out as his cock trembles and fires off a a veritable river of hot jizz inside you. Rope after rope spurts from the head of his cock and soaks the depths of your cunt utterly.

Just as you're trying to think of a way to still make fun of him after he made you cum a second time, and to encourage the remaining henchmen to come after you, you hear a sharp, familiar gasp.

Jerking your head to the side, you see that the door to the filming studio has opened, and two short young women are standing there. One of them is a little on the thick side and is wearing a skimpy parody of a carpenter's denim overalls with a small blue cap on her head. And next to her is a much thinner, and much more familiar woman, with her hands and head trapped in a wooden set of stocks locked around her neck, and a similar set locked around her feet, forcing her to walk at a slow, awkward shuffle.

It is, of course, Dr. Rainbow. For a moment there's relative silence in the room, only broken by the (imperceptible to everyone but you) sound of a few droplets of pearly white cum dripping onto the floor as the pawn leader's spent cock flops out of you.

"Uh..." you start to say.

But there's no trace of judgment or dismay in Dr. Rainbow's eyes. On the contrary, she looks absolutely elated as her chromatic irises shift to a hot pink color. "Thunderbird! You came to rescue me already?! You're the greatest! I knew you would, I never doubted you for even a second!"

The gap-toothed woman ("Carpen-terror", you think she's called... what a stupid villain name) next to her wrinkles her nose. "Well, shoot." she says in a strongly accented voice. "I was hopin' for some guilty tears or whatnot. And you all!" she looks at the henchmen. "This is why I ain't got no use for fellas. I started wrappin' things up as soon as I heard a racket out here, and you've all already gone and used yerselfs up on ONE noisy bitch with a tacky costume? So much for my gen-ee-rous idea of lettin' you take a turn with Dr. Rainbutt here!"

"Finally!" Red Balloon says with an exasperated grunt. "Can we go ahead-"

"No way!" Snowflake speaks up sharply after having been quiet for a good long while. "Mind control collar or whatever, or no mind control collar, I'm not letting Thunderbird claim to be the... the beautiful white innocent martyr! I'm part of this team too, damn it! Don't ignore my contributions!" the tall white-haired girl leaps to her feet. "I can take on just as many guys as she did! Come on, I'm not afraid!"

A hesitant male voice speaks up. "S...Snowflake? Is that you?"

Behind Carpen-terror and Dr. Rainbow, a third individual hobbles out of the filming room, almost as big and bulky as the guy still holding you up in his hands. It's the male hero who assisted you during the Headquarters attack a few days ago, wearing the ugly green bodysuit with a beak-shaped cowl and visor, hobbling on a crutch under one arm with a cast on his leg. And... aside from that busted leg, he's not tied up or restrained in any way at all.

"Goddamn it!" you shout. "Griffineagle...! You're one of the bad guys? I should've fucking known!"

But he isn't looking at you. He's just staring at Snowflake. The tall dusky-skinned beauty looks more sheepish than you've ever seen until now, and avoids his gaze. As soon as she does, the handsome young guy immediately looks ashamed and turns away, himself.

"Well, sheeeeeit." Carpen-Terror sighs. "I guess I owe Hot-Cross bunny 20 bucks after all. She was right, Griffin here WAS knockin' boots with a heroine."

"Um... sorry, Carpen-Terror," Griffin says, clearing his throat, "but you shouldn't use the word 'heroine'. Snowflake's gender identity is-"

"Shut up! You toxic, gaslighting piece of white supremacist shit!" Snowflake shouts, nostrils flaring. "I was coming here to RESCUE you! And now it turns out you were working with these evil **** psychopaths the entire time?!"

"Rescue him AFTER you finished fucking that metal mask guy you bumped into in the hallway, you mean?" Red Balloon says with a sneer in her voice.

You push away from the guy holding you and do an acrobatic backflip, landing on your feet. Unfortunately, although your landing is otherwise perfect, the momentum causes several droplets of mingled semen and fem-cum to go flying a truly impressive distance. And by sheer luck, one of the sticky droplets lands right on Red Balloon's enormous latex-covered tits. "EYUUUGGHHHHHH!!!" she cringes and writhes as if it was poison she'd just been splashed with.

Technically, you could drop the bluff and just attack the bad guys now, since it seems you won't need to wait for Isaac to do whatever he was scheming to do. But honestly? You're too curious to see how this soap opera plays out, first. Either Snowflake humiliates her former lover (one of them, anyway) into switching sides and helping you, or she gives him a good dressing-down. Or the two of them have public make-up sex. It's win-win-win.