“I need more cock.”

"...Please…” the fallen heroine begged between sobs, feeling herself drown in the agony that came with succumbing to such an offer. “...I need it…I need more cock.”

The Purple Paragon watched as Alfonso’s eyes widened in sheer, orgasmic delight. Licking her lips, the Malicious Mobster pressed a button on her desk, and declared “Claude, Paulie, Freddie, and James, to my office IMMEDIATELY.” Within a couple of minutes, the four men in suits all filed into the office, each looking more than a bit shocked, surprised, and aroused at the sight of Star Lake’s sworn guardian in such a state atop Fonzie’s desk, who felt herself growing more and more intimidated by their presence.

“We’ll start with Claude,” Fonzie purred, pulling an absolute giant of a silver-haired man over. “He's one of my best men, and a FANTASTIC lover."

"Bravo, Claude, for pleasing my nemesis so,” Starslip replied in a deadpan tone, though she quickly let out a loud yelp as the towering man unzipped his pants, letting his 11-inch long, girthy and veiny schlong free, almost phasing through the desk in shock. “...Umm, is there any chance we could rethink this?”

“No,” Fonzie answered simply, smearing some lube on her hands and rubbing it all across Claude’s penis as she brought him between the fallen heroine’s legs. “Of course, you’re free to phase and fly away any time you want, if you’re afraid you’ll enjoy this too much.”

Starslip’s face paled as she wrestled with the decision. She was sure that Alfonso was just trying to taunt her into going through with this, but there was this little nagging part of her brain that made her wonder if her nemesis was right. If she went back on the deal, would it just be because she was afraid of what it’d mean if she happened to enjoy herself? Was she scared that, deep down, she wasn’t as gay as she thought she was?