Looks like Griffin's punishment is going to be a live cuckolding show [M/neutral oral]

As you stand there, thoughts still a little fuzzy from the afterglow of the gangbang you'd incited upon yourself, your attention is brought by a what first sounds like shrill, screeching static on your headset... only for you to realize, after a few seconds, that it's just Red Balloon's voice.

"Thunderbird, you... you... absolute disasssssster of a human being!" When Red Balloon is trying to whisper, it seems like she tends to draw out her s sounds, like air escaping a balloon, rather than vowel sounds. "I'm going finish this mission right away, if only so I can report you and tell the Big 7 everything you've done here! While you were acting like a complete whore, I felt out the air currents and found a vent leading right to Bunny's private sanctum! You and Snowflake, distract her!"

You glance in the direction of the door leading to the porn studio room, and see a figure through the soundproofed glass with Red Balloon's distinctive helmet... and distinctive giant ass and plump thighs.

"Uh, whoah... how did you deal with Carpen-Terror so quickly?" you say, your voice genuinely impressed.

"Pfff! Surely you must be joking? A carpenter? Against ME? I'm not a closet masochist lesbian like that Dr. Rainbow! Now just keep Bunny distracted, and DON'T let her go back to her office!"

"Hold on a second." you say to Balloon silently. "My evil stepbrother, 'Shush', is still in there."

"And?" she asks impatiently.

"Could you electrocute him in the dick for me, while you're there?" you ask.

Red Balloon makes a contemptuous gagging sound and switches her hidden radio off.

Meanwhile, after just a few minutes, Walrus returns, dragging the henchman in the 'Jack of Hearts' costume who awkwardly slipped out before the orgy began behind him. In spite of yourself, you are already starting to feel... excited again. You can't get the most vile, intrusive thoughts out of your mind. You look at the fallen aquatic superhero who is providing Bunny the muscle. A stocky man with a shaved bald head, a pair of swimming goggles, and a giant bristly mustache, wearing a brown wetsuit. He's kind of gross yet attractive at the same time. His personality is completely revolting. And yet, you find yourself wondering... did he have a turn at Dr. Rainbow, her petite figure lifted like a ragdoll in his muscular arms? Did she fret about him being too big to fit?

You bite your lip. It's a good thing this bulky mak of yours mostly hides your horny expressions. You know you should stop it. Sure, Snowflake's an ass, but she/they is still one of your team members. And Griffin is just a kid, seemingly not even 20 yet, and drawn into this horrible gang of psychopaths through no fault of his own. Yet doesn't that feeling of betrayal Snowflake has make the whole situation darkly compelling? Watching her fuck another guy right in front of Griffin is something you just have to see. Maybe you can help him get a little ****.

Your eyes flick over as you look at who Bunny has in mind for Snowflake, to torment Griffin and prove a point. He seems like the type who might be worried about his true identity getting out - he has a thick mustache and bushy beard that is either very poorly groomed, or bought from a costume shop. He seems nervous and avoids your gaze.

"Jack of Hearts." Hot Cross Bunny says, turning to him. "You are very fortunate our beloved Queen of Hearts did not find you wandering around the corridors shirking your duties. I thought you could have guessed the reason why the position of Queen of Hearts' direct subordinate was vacant when I recruited you a few days ago. Were my decapitative double-entendres too subtle for you?" she says impatiently with a cute stomp of her stiletto heel.

"N-no, not at all! I was just checking to make sure no one was trying to sneak up to rescue the girls! I've, uh, I've worked with a lot of villains over the years, and I know from experience how often that happens."

"I haven't the time for your excuses." Hot-Cross Bunny snaps her fingers at Griffin, who is looking pleadingly at her. "This naive pudding-headed fool seemed, as of approximately 40 hours and seven minutes ago, to think he was 'in love'," she makes air quotes with her fingers and says the words as if they're something vile, "with a HERO. Specifically, that hero right there." she points at Snowflake.

"So," Bunny continues coldly, "despite the fact that you are clearly a useless imbecile, and I frankly can't see myself ever giving you what I know you want," she turns around and gives her own fishnet-covered ass a spank for emphasis, "you will have the pleasure of letting Griffin prove that... ugh, what was this ridiculous androgynous creature's name, again?"

"Snowflake, madam." Walrus says obligingly.

"Snowflake," Hot-cross Bunny repeats with a roll of her eyes, "means absolutely nothing to him. And to chase any lingering doubts with the clear demonstration of what happens to meddling heroines, and... whatevers." The wicked, white-haired bombshell claps her hands twice. "Get to it. Don't rush things, but don't drag it out either. We'll call this an audition for you to potentially work in the studio, as well. If you don't mind Walrus's sloppy seconds we could have you doing a scene with Silver Helm as soon as early as tomorrow morning."

"S-Snowflake?" The 'Jack of Hearts' henchman says, blinking in surprise. It seems like he genuinely didn't expect that. "You want me to do sexual things... with Thunderbird's teammate, Snowflake?"

Bunny frowns even more deeply than usual. Walrus clears his throat and breaks in: "Ahem... that does seem to be the crux of Mistress Bunny's request, yes. I hope you aren't thinking of refusing?"

'Jack' exhales deeply. He sounds oddly relieved. "Sure. I can do that. No problem. Uh... no problem unless Snowflake kicks my ass, that is."

"Yeah!" Griffin blurts out. "You should be careful of that! Snowflake is really strong and an amazing fighter! She wiped the floor with a dozen guys like you! You should reconsider!"

"Excuse me?!" Bunny raises her voice sharply. "Are you volunteering to help hold her down?"

"Ah, ahhhh..." Jack the newcomer looks awkwardly from Bunny to Griffin. "Thank you, Bunny, but that's not necessary. I'm sure I'll manage okay. If Snowflake was going to turn us all into snow sculptures, they would've done it already. There's mind control collars, right?"

"No, no, the collars don't work! Thunderbird said so!" The muscular youth in the griffin costume protests.

"Maybe they do, maybe they don't." Snowflake speaks up again, glancing contemptuously at her former lover. "You going to do anything about it aside from weasel words? You fucking fence-sitter?"

There's an awkard silence. Snowflake huffs and rolls her eyes. "There you have it. I guess I'll just start sucking this gross, rapey criminal's dick then." She sways her hips enticingly and waggles her ass at everyone in the room on her way over to one of the couches against the wall. "Alright. Ready." she says. "Actually, wait. Hold on a second..." Snowflake looks down at her feet and sighs.

You can see that Griffin's eyes are visibly lighting up hopefully, as he thinks Snowflake is going to launch into an attack or make a break for it or something...

...but then, Snowflake just grabs the edge of the couch and lifts it up. With a loud, obnoxious scraping sound, she drags the dingy brown couch away from where it was, at the edge of the room, and brings it right in front of where Griffin is leaning on his good leg. Snowflake drops it with a clatter and looks over at Jack of Hearts. When she's right in front of him, the height difference is particularly noticeable - Snowflake is one of the few 'non-male' heroes to come close to Maiden America's stature, at a towering six feet tall. She's actually a few hairs taller than he is, and he's not exactly short.

"Alright. Perfect. Let's get this over with." She grabs Jack's shoulder and shoves him down onto the couch. You're glad Dr. Rainbow, who is standing right next to you and looking horrified once again, can't see your face as you giggle at poor Griffin's expense.

"Whoah, uh, wait a second now... Most of the rest of the Weather Watch is right here..." Jack of Hearts says, adjusting his beard (yep, it's definitely a fake). "Shouldn't we do this somewhere more private?"

Hot-Cross Bunny scoffs loudly. "Even from a man who has been a part of this gang for less than 200 hours, that was an exceptionally stupid question. I would tell you 'well done' and give you a round of applause, Jack, if thinking of staggeringly idiotic questions was what I was paying you to do."

"Pay? I don't remember pay ever being discussed, actually..." Jack says. There's an easygoing humor to his way of speaking that means you can't help but smile. You can't help but like this guy, even though you haven't known him long.

Hot-Cross Bunny slaps herself on the forehead. "There's a swimsuit calendar model-worthy, twenty one year old woman or... whatever it is..." Bunny says contemptuously, "standing right in front of you, who I'm telling you to ravish to your heart's content, and you are talking about paycheques?"

The man in the fake beard disguise stares at Snowflake's gorgeous body... the way that the translucent material of the 'full-body-length cleavage' in her costume shows the sides of her breasts with the nipples just barely out of sight.... her firm washboard stomach... her beautiful facial features that seem to have taken all the best parts from her diverse ancestry. He swallows loudly. For some reason, you hear a mild note of regret in his voice. "I guess it can't be helped."

Jack of Hearts sits transfixed as Snowflake strips off her curve-hugging bodysuit. She is trying to be as efficient and businesslike as possible, but peeling off the clingy spandex-like material can't help but be erotic. Once she's shucked her suit completely, Snowflake drops it unceremoniously to the floor and steps right up in front of this random henchman she is being offered up to. She's completely in the buff, and what an incredible sight her bare body is.

"Well?" Snowflake asks impatiently, reaching down and starting to slide her fingers over the top of the clean-shaven brown slit between her legs. "Let's get this over with. We're going to be having sex, there's no point being shy about touching yourself. Get your dick out already."

While the man is peeling off his standard issue tights, leaving himself similarly naked from the waist down and exposing his (still only half-mast) penis, you are surreptitiously circling around the edge of the room. You see both Bunny and Walrus eyeballing you. But your movements are relaxed, as you get just far enough so that you have a good view. The henchan's nose flushes red and he avoids your gaze, but Snowflake ignores you.

Meanwhile, your enhanced hearing picks up the sound of squeaking rubber from a ventilation shaft up above. Good. It looks like Red Balloon is taking good advantage of this distraction after all.

And what a distraction it is. With little hesitation, Snowflake gets down on her knees, spreads the man's thighs apart with her hands, and starts running her tongue all over his dangly bits. First she starts with his nuts, and them slithers the tip of her tongue all the way up his shaft. He gasps. She grabs his stiffening cock, slicked up with her saliva, and starts slowly pumping her hand up and down around it as she looks up into his eyes.

"Oh. Shit." Snowflake sounds a little embarrassed for a moment, jerking her hand away from his manhood. "I forgot to ask for your consent. I'm a hero after all. No matter what the circumstances, I would never intentionally disrespect or invalidate someone else's sexual identity."

She reaches around with one hand, giving her own ass a squeeze before starting to flick her fingertips over her lower lips. "Is attraction to people with vaginas a part of your sexual identity?" she asks the henchman in her throaty contralto voice.

"Uh... yeah, I'd say that's my preference." the man says. His voice takes on a higher pitched, nervous timbre. "I hope you won't take offense if I say... I can't help but get turned on, looking at you. You're really... REALLY attractive."

"Do you consent for me to perform oral sex and intercourse with you?" Snowflake shifts closer to him, her head near his crotch and her full tan tits brushing up against his thighs.

"Under the circumstances, yeah." the guy says, his breathing starting to get faster.

Snowflake plants a line of kisses along his inner thighs and takes his balls into her mouth for a moment. Noisy slurping sounds break the quiet of the room as she runs her tongue over the orbs before taking the head into her mouth. Her lips make a tight seal around the hard pale manhood and she begins bobbing her head up and down in his lap. Jack of Hearts rests two hands on her short, chalky white hair as she sucks on him and gives the head of his cock a ferocious tongue lashing. All the while, Snowflake keeps diddling herself with her finger. You idly wonder if anyone would notice you starting to do likewise.

She pulls her lips off his cock, leaving a little kiss on the tip, and takes a long break to stare icily at Griffin. Griffin hasn't moved a muscle nor made a peep. He looks paralyzed.

Snowflake crawls over and starts rummaging through her costume for a moment, finally pulling out a small foil-wrapped square. "I'm going to put a condom on you now." she says, trying to keep her voice as flat and neutral as possible. "I consent to you doing anything you want, until I say otherwise. Do you consent?"

"I consent." Jack says with an eager nod.

"I don't!" Hot-Cross Bunny says shrilly, raising her voice. "Who said that you could use one of those ridiculous things?! I certainly recall saying no such thing!"

"Shut up, you evil fascist!" Snowflake says. "We can either do it this way, or we can jump straight to the part where I kick your AND your lackey's asses, including Griffin! Which way is it going to be?"

Griffin butts in again. "I'm okay with you going ahead and-"

"SHUT UP!" Hot-Cross Bunny does a startlingly acrobatic leaping jump kick, striking Griffin right in the stomach. Even for a guy with super strength, a kick like that delivered with a stiletto heel is quite painful. The poor young strongman doubles over and falls onto his side. "Fine! As you prefer it!" she waves a hand dismissively at Snowflake and Griffin. "Just stop wasting time! Oh dear, oh dear, my schedule for the rest of today is growing less and less manageable by the moment, especially in light of the cocaine shortage issue."

Displaying some impressive skills, Snowflake peels open the foil wrapper and gives one more glare at Griffin as he lays there clutching his gut, before going down on Jack again and applying the latex sheath to the henchman's erect cock in hands-free fashion.

You notice that Dr. Rainbow is watching the action too, in spite of herself.... and you can hear that Red Balloon is cursing as she keeps getting stuck in the narrow vent passageways above, yet is still clearly making steady progress. You're within striking distance of hopefully getting what you came for and finding out what information the Wonderland Warriors have on the 'Full House Gang'.... and Raven Woman's corrupt supervillain 'rehabilitation' program.

Things are going well. Looking up. You decide it couldn't hurt to treat yourself to a little fingering, as your hand creeps down to your exposed pussy, still dribbling with warm cum...