This 'training' is a lot more hardcore than you or the other heroine thought... [MM/FF sex]

As you take in the filthy scene before you, you feel a heat rising in your chest... Suddenly you realize that some small part of you wants to see those actresses get violated. It is all a simulation, yet not a simulation. You think back to the martial artist you 'warmed up with' out there in the main area... did she have something special applied to that sex toy she'd jammed into you while you were locked in a grapple? It had, after all, come from Green Streak.

Even so... this was more **** than what was supposed to happen. You felt a sudden sympathy for them - they weren't heroines, probably. They hadn't signed up for this kind of depravity... that was something only a few could handle, a burden that you were proud to shoulder. And this silly Dr. Rainbow woman, she was intending to make the same commitment. Maybe Green Streak wasn't just a complete pervert... could it be that this was the usual way of things for the 'training' of starting supers, putting them in a constructed scenario that was all too real and messy to make sure that they could endure without cracking under the pressure?

In fact, wasn't this what Mom had done back when you were still a kid, in this very incident? What if she'd been one of the ones called upon to put her body on the line to protect the decency and well-being of the innocent? Wasn't that what your father had always loved about her? Even if you were able to take these guys out, wouldn't that be missing the point of what you were trying to prove to the League, here?

Whether it's pride or aphrodisiac-induced lust filling you, you proudly step forward and put your hand around Dr. Rainbow's waist, pulling her up too. "Alright, you big cowardly cock. We will let your cronies use us to film your disgusting masterpiece, but know that any minute now, the rest of the League of Propriety will be showing up to shut you down permanently!"

"Bwahahahahaa!" Smut King did his hands-on-hips power pose again and laughed triumphantly. "Alright crew, get them ready for their scene... tie their hands up and then give these exhibitionist sluts the spanking they deserve!"

"Oh my!" Is all the naive rainbow-hued heroine next to you can manage as six burly combat trainers playing henchmen free the hostages and then advance on you. You and Dr. Rainbow both have your hands bound with strips of super-strong film that crinkles with your every motion.

Both of you are **** to get down on your hands and knees. Dr. Rainbow gets her skirt hiked up around her waist, and your bottoms get tugged around your thighs, exposing your toned ass. "Let the punishment begin!" the villain commands... and one man starts rhythmically striking each of you in the ass. "KYAAAAH!" Dr. Rainbow squeals out in a very high pitched voice as her little bottom gets pounded by the biggest man's palm, leaving livid pink handprints after the first few.

Because of your sensitive hearing, not only did you feel the stinging blow of a strong hand slapping one of your ass-cheeks and then the other, but you could hear every nuance of the sound. The feeling of heroically receiving this **** in a kind of sexual martyrdom was really turning you on. Or maybe you did get dosed with something during the warmup after all.

"Please, mercy...!" The other girl's voice whined sharply. The only sound to escape your lips are faint, sharp grunts. As uncomfortable as this is, you're not sure what to do next.

Smut King can be seen shamelessly rubbing himself through his tights now. "Oh yeah, perfect. They're taking that really well. I can see from here that it's making these super-sluts wet. Hahaha! If it's true that the rest of the League is on their way, we've got no time for scripts or props. We're going gonzo-style on this one, boys." He raises his hand dramatically. "Here comes the good stuff! Go all out on them and start the hardcore, that's an order! We'll see how gutsy these girls are after they've each gotten a money shot and a creampie or three!"

There's a nervous pause. Dr. Rainbow, one of her tiny tits getting groped roughly, squirms in the grip of the two guys holding onto her and wails. "Wait a second..! Um, sorry, I'm breaking character, isn't this supposed to be just a simulation though?"

Before any of the henchmen-stand-ins can answer, Smut King gives her a mocking wave of his hand. "Simulation, you say? My customers don't pay for simulated, babe!"

One of the men holding her down mutters something into a tiny microphone on his collar, then shrugs. "I just asked the control room," he says in a low voice. "They say that this is supposed to be a 'full contact' simulation. Sorry, ladies, we're just doing our jobs here." He then says in a louder, rougher voice to the others: "Come on guys, let's drop trou and get down to business here."

Zzzzip-zip-zip-zip-zip. Five pairs of jeans unzip at once and fall to the ground, leaving the muscular men surrounding you wearing nothing but their black shirts masks. The last one (who you can only imagine drew the short straw) stands guard, watching over the others' backs and waiting for his turn. A hard manhood slid up between your legs and started grinding against your thighs, while another man sat down cross-legged in front of you and roughly shoved your head into his crotch.

"Damn it," you mutter to yourself, "They always want me to take it in my mouth... What's the deal with that? I need to get some gloves that work better for manual stimulation..." Going low, you run your tongue over the guy's balls before running your lips up and down the rod. One of them is, so far, just focusing in reaching in from the side to squeeze your breasts and slide your top up out of the way.

Over a few feet away, you hear some loud slurping and gagging sounds as Dr. Rainbow gets roughly **** into deep-throating a thick meatstick, while the other two guys peel down her panties and toy with her wriggling bottom, revealing her blue hair is apparently natural (or magical, anyway), as she has a cute little heart-shaped patch of pubes above her otherwise well-trimmed pussy. You can hear a schlicking sound as one of the henchmen starts thrusting three fingers at once into her opening. Apparently she's so cute that despite her relatively modest clothing by heroine standards, the guy she's giving oral to is excited enough to pull out and pop on her chest in less than a minute, spraying several streams of sticky white goo all over the front of her adorable rainbow-striped sailor suit.

The guy whose tool you'd been licking soon pulls away, apparently wanting to avoid losing control so soon himself, and another, darker cock gets shoved in your face. This second henchman is particularly nasty and grabs your head so that he can shove his meat all the way into your throat, forcing you to gag and sputter. Fortunately he's a trained professional and only does that a few times before letting you pull back and gasp for breath - to keep him placated you start jacking his slick shaft. Realizing where this is going, you begin fingering yourself with your free hand. If things are going as far as they look like they are, you're going to need the lubrication.

You can't say for sure how Dr. Rainbow is feeling - she's still giving the occasional muffled squeal of embarrassment and trying to wriggle out of the grip of the men pawing all over her lithe body, but she hasn't started screaming or crying yet. In fact, in between blowjobs, you hear her muttering more corny statements about justice to herself.

In a brief moment of self awareness, you realize that you're feeling less sympathetic for her, ending up in this situation, than you should. The way that she looked and acted was just so... well, silly, that it was darkly humorous to see her being felt up and **** to give sloppy blowjobs. You felt a tongue start dipping into your own honey-pot and were unable to **** back your shrill gasps of pleasure any more. This whole thing was so demeaning and degrading, yet you were getting more and more turned on precisely because of that.

A couple of the faux-henchmen molesting you and Dr. Rainbow backed off for a second, going back over to their pants and bringing several tubes of KY-jelly, which they started to lube themselves up with. Well - that answered that question - they weren't going to be satisfied with just your mouths.

Pulling off the latest man that had been shoved in her mouth, leaving a ring of teal lipstick on the big veiny meat-stick, Dr. Rainbow looked over apprehensively. "Oh, is this really neccess... I mean, I want to be a good heroine, but... the biographical comics I read growing up never mentioned anything about this! Is this really a simulation?"

One of the henchmen laid down on the ground and pulled Dr. Rainbow's petite form up onto his lap, rubbing his slippery cock-head up and down around her inner thighs, teasing her cuntlips and getting her nice and wet.

Another one of their voices whispered in your ear. "Um, hey Ms. Nightingale." he sounded pretty young, definitely no older than you, and had a nasally awkwardness to his words. "I'm really privileged to be able to do this to you, you can be sure that me and my co-workers are going to be cheering you on every time you're out there on the streets. I have to make this look good, so apologies if I get a little rough. Could you please get up on your hands and knees for me?"

So caught up in the developing orgy by now that your mind was no longer trying to work out how you could turn the tables on your opponents, you obediently raised your bottom up in the air like a cat while you rested your hands, forearms, and head in the lap of the guy in front of you.

Two of the men on Dr. Rainbow gingerly took hold of her shoulders, holding her partway up so that the henchman whose lap she was straddling could aim himself up at her opening. Her eyes bulged when she felt the fleshy helmet starting to part her curtains. "Wait wait wait!" she said again, gasping and putting a hand up to her lips with a concerned look in her eyes. "I, um... I know this is important but can I pretty, pretty please with sugar on top ask you to wear protection before we go any further?"

"Well-" the henchman-actor started to say sympathetically... but then his holographic supervillainous boss cut him off. "No way! What makes you think I would ruin the fantasy for my viewers like that?" Smut King sounded almost hurt at the suggestion. "Besides, I'm sure you'll forget all about such considerations when you're cumming like the sluts you are."

You winced at that. This was really going to far now! Had Green Streak set all this up intentionally? Or were these jokers just being all too loyal to the programmed personality of a supervillain who'd been out of action and presumed dead for over a decade? "I don't think that's such a good idea, guys..." you gasp, pulling the latest shaft out of your mouth as you felt a well-lubricated manhood start sliding along your ass-crack, teasing itself against both your puckered back hole and your dripping twat. The 'trainer' behind you wasn't so sympathetic, however, and just gave your already-red buttcheek another slap, except this time he kept his hand there, squeezing and squishing lewdly.

"Are you kidding, miss?" a gruff voice asked with a chuckle. "An order to give it to a real superheroine from behind, all the way? What man could hold back in a situation like this?" He rubbed the slick head of his own manhood - thicker even than either of the guys you were sucking on - against your hot, dripping nether lips. You took a deep breath and tensed your muscles, as if tightening up your pussy would be enough to stop him from thrusting in.

Where the hell was Green Streak in all this...? Hadn't it been at least five minutes by now? Maybe it was just a matter of time dragging when you're being manhandled by a trio of sweaty guys...