“Don’t lay another finger on that man.”

The destruction-themed superwoman stands like an unshakable Amazon in front of the vile woman holding Valiant sexually hostage; her profile is striking as she glares daggers into the eyes of the short haired sorceress, “We’re villains but we’re above this. Morgana, rape is a line you can’t just cross.”

“Oh? Demolitia is here to preach about villainy?” Myra asks back in a mocking tone, “You and your old-fashioned ‘noble villain’ nonsense was always so obnoxious— Pontificating like some kind of wannabe hero when us real women just took what we wanted.” She emphasizes her point by groping Nathan’s cock, prompting a moan-like whimper from the shackled hunk.

The domino mask slips off his face as Myra prods his asshole with her colossal dildo, revealing the distraught and frightened boy underneath. Demolitia can’t ignore how handsome Valiant is behind that mask, but it’s much harder for the muscular villainess to ignore that he’s scared and violated— that he’s crying.

When Demolitia hears her longtime enemy sob, her heart sinks, and she grits her teeth; unable to believe what evils Myra would commit in the name of her own sexual gratification, the superpowered brunette shouts, “I said get your hands off of him you bitch!” and lunges straight at the smug rapist, fists clenched.

Arm drawn back like a cocked rifle, Demolitia winds up to punch Myra straight into the ozone layer. But the hit doesn’t connect, as Zenith comes between the two so fast even the wind needs time to catch up; the dark mirror of Astroville’s greatest hero takes Demolitia’s haymaker like a love tap and retaliates with a shove that sends the athletic woman soaring across the plaza. Without missing a beat, Valiant’s heroine bounces off of the ground where she lands, kicking up rubble and asphalt as she strides towards the dais again. With each pounding step, a new tear runs through her scanty leotard. She’s suddenly flung into the air, and the seams of her costume rupture one by one.

Behind him, Boytoy can hear Morgana chanting and laughing.

The small chested brunette is stripped as bare as Nathan is by Myra’s magic, her athletic body exposed above the licentious mob as waves of thaumaturgy tug at her powerful limbs until all present can see every last private inch of the valorous villainess. Demolitia’s pussy is spread wide as she’s held in magical stasis for the crowd, and a contingent of unsavory women close in around the brunette with Hellena at the forefront; with nary a moment’s hesitation, the blonde demoness lays a greedy hand into the struggling lady’s treasures— molesting her without mercy.

Even as the muscular woman is tormented, she doesn’t focus on her own debasement, shouting out for “Valiant!” before succumbing to the fingers invading her sex.

“Demolitia!” Valiant cries as the only woman willing to help him suffers, quickly disappearing into the mob assaulting her. He tugs violently at his restraints to no avail, all the desperation to save Demolitia—or even just escape—hopeless against the manacles chaining him for their abuse. While Nathan struggles, the sorceress prodding into his virgin ass giggles at the torment shared between her two victims. This super hero loser is just so pathetic, handsome and… vulnerable.

“Please… don’t hurt me.” Nathan pleads to the evil woman who has no intentions other than to truly delight in making him suffer.

With a snap of her fingers, Myra summons several villainesses back around Valiant’s oh-so-rapeable body. Grabbing hold of their mortified boytoy’s bare hips and throbbing cock, she thrusts into his tight back entrance; he begs for her to stop as the strap-on hits his prostate, but his desperation just turns her on more.

Nathan screams for help, for mercy— for this violation to end until Kendra takes it upon herself to shut him up, shoving her pussy into his mouth as his resistance falters.