Through sex?

“I appreciate your help, Captain Zack, Vice-Captain Rick. I shall do my duty and defeat this villain!”

She dropped into a fighting stance, feet planted, fists up, tits heaving against the corset, the torn black shirt still hanging from her skirt.

Nadia stood with her jaw on the floor.

Elena Moreno was Madame Supremo.

Why hadn’t she recognized her earlier?

It was so obvious now that she thought about it. The two looked so much alike.

Elena started moving toward the Mind Melter, fists still raised, the hanging black shirt swaying behind her like a torn cape with every step. The latex corset creaked softly as her heavy tits shifted. She had taken three strides when the naked man in the cheap clown mask raised one hand, palm out.

She stopped in her tracks.

“Ummm… not so quick? Madam-me Supermo!” he stammered, the words tumbling over each other. “You must, fi-rst save your son… I have infected him with the… O-orgasmo virus…”

Whoever this was clearly didn’t have a lot of confidence in himself, Nadia thought. The voice behind the mask was young, reedy, trying too hard to sound menacing and failing. But looking at his cock, hard, flushed, standing straight out from his body, he was no slouch either. The cape hung off his shoulders and did nothing to hide it.

The masked man shoved Rick forward. The bound, blindfolded boy stumbled. Madame Supremo grabbed him effortlessly, one arm around his waist, lifting him like he weighed nothing. Rick’s bound hands pressed against her latex-covered midsection. His face was still covered, but Nadia could see the way his throat tightened.

“The orgasmo virus!! You monster!!” Elena roared at the clown-masked figure, genuine fury in the theatrical voice. Then she turned her head toward Zack, still buried to the hilt in Mrs. Reed.

“Captain Zack, please, help me save the Vice-Captain. I need your guidance!!”

The plea in her voice was raw. Madame Supremo, the powerful enforcer, begging.

Zack didn’t stop fucking the teacher. He kept his grip on her bleached-and-pink hair and her hip, thrusting in a steady, wet rhythm that made Reed’s tits slap against the table. He spoke between strokes, voice tight.

“You… must… suck the virus out of him… MADAME SUPREMO!”

He almost shouted the last two words. Mrs. Reed’s pussy must have clenched around him right then, Nadia told herself. She felt a strange, misplaced sympathy for the young man. Being forced to fuck his teacher on campus, in front of the principal and another mother, that had to be rough on him. The Mind Melter was making them all do this. Zack was a victim too. That was the only way any of this made sense.

Madame Supremo’s eyes lit up like someone had handed her the exact page of the script she needed.

“Thank you, Captain! Thank you!” she said, profuse, almost giddy. She dropped to her knees in front of her son so fast her pencil skirt rode up her thighs. The hanging shirt puddled around her on the carpet. She reached for Rick’s jeans, popped the button, dragged the zipper down, and pulled his cock out.

It was only half-hard, flushed, already leaking a thin string of pre-cum. She wrapped her fingers around the base and looked up at his blindfolded face with complete sincerity.

“Do not worry, young Master Rick. Madame Supremo shall save the day.”

Then she attacked his cock with her mouth.

There was no teasing, no slow start. She opened wide and took him to the root in one wet slide, nose pressed to his stomach, throat working around him. Rick made a choked sound and his hips jerked forward. Elena didn’t pull off. She stayed there, swallowing around him, then drew back until just the head was between her lips and slammed forward again. The wet, filthy sounds of her throat filled the room, mixing with Zack’s slapping hips and Mrs. Reed’s broken moans.

Nadia couldn’t look away.

Elena’s cheeks hollowed. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto the latex corset and the tops of her tits. She used her hand on the inches she couldn’t swallow, twisting on the upstroke, thumb smearing the spit and pre-cum. Every time she took him deep she made a little desperate noise in her throat, like she was fighting the virus itself. Rick’s bound hands flexed behind his back. His thighs trembled.

Zack kept pounding Reed without missing a beat, watching over his shoulder.

“That’s it,” he grunted. “Get it all out of him. Don’t waste a drop.”