Weakness

"Damn!" I pulled harder. "What the hell is this made of?" Try as I might I couldn't tear the back of the suit, Power Girl was worried nonetheless.

"No please, ThongMan. Don't!" She reached behind her to try to wrestle out of my grasp. Her hand planted firmly on my ass and it was then that I knew this was over. I felt weak but started laughing uncontrollably all the same. I dropped PowerGirl to the floor, her hand still on my backside. I tumbled over as well.

NovaGirl sat down at the table next to Wonder Woman. "Hey Wondie, what's going on over there?"

"A fight, between ThongMan and Powergirl."

"A fight eh? Against the guy that brought down Biker Lass? Good luck Power Girl."

"Actually she seems to be winning now, after just one move."

"Really? What happened?"

"Well, I looked up ThongMan's file on the A.N.A.L. computers. And you've heard of Superman and Kryptonite?"

"Yup, who hasn't?"

"Samson and his haircut?"

"Uh-huh."

"Biker Lass and big cocks?"

"Sounds the same as me aha!"

"Well all us Super Folk have an 'Achilles Heel' of sorts right?"

"Go on..."

"ThongMan has an 'Achilles Ass' "

Power Girl was sitting on my back, facing my legs. Her tits were still outside of her costume and her costume was halfway up her pussy but she didn't care. She was too focused on playing my ass like bongos. "So what shall we play next ThongMan, pattycake? Maybe play 'Whiplash' on these bongo drums perhaps?"

I was wiggling beneath her uncontrollably as she manipulated me, I kicked my legs to try to get rid of her but it only served to show off my still-exposed cock and balls. "NO! NO! Yeeeheheeheehee" It tickled. "Pleaseeheheheheehe!"