Dr. Verma wants to use Nishi for her pleasure, as Nishi used others and she wants to share, but first…

“What if this makes her cum? You know how she likes women…” the doctor asked, hand running over her still professional top half. There was something extra obscene about the fact that from the waist up she was every inch the professional woman, while from the waist down she was pure sex.

“Get up.” Ultraboy commanded. Nishi rose, there was a visible bulge now in the front of her skirt. Her relatively fair skin revealed her increasing blush, even through the thick layer of the doctor’s lube that covered her face. “Show the good doctor that you’re nicely caged and no risk to anyone anymore.” His voice was somewhere between teasing and cruel.

Nishi lifted the skirt straight up to reveal her covered cock. Ultraboy slid in behind her and casually pushed the button which started the pleasure. Nishi shuddered as she felt the pleasure shoot through her, but without the usual sensations that accompanied that. She was not in control. Indeed, she stumbled back against her…fiancé, whose hard cock pressed against her plump ass, the fabric between them suddenly an impediment, but only because he let it be, only because he chose not to rip through it and into her, as she wanted…

He pushed the button again, stopping her before she could cum. “Satisfied? I assume you wouldn’t want her to cum, but if you’d like to see more?”

“No, I’ll trust you. I want to do to her what she did to them, use her for pleasure and I want your help, both of her former taboos at once. Can you make her lie down on the ground?”

“Of course, doctor. So can you, I told her to obey you, after all.”

“Lie down on your back bitch and get ready.”

“I’m always ready,” Nishi countered with a grin, but she obeyed.

“If you—I’m sorry, I don’t know your name?” the doctor said to Ultraboy.

“Bryce.” He said after a long moment’s thought.

“Padma.” She introduced herself and they shook hands like she wasn’t half naked and Nishi wasn’t lying on the floor between them.

“Well, Bryce, if you wouldn’t mind fucking this bitch’s cunt, while she licks me? I’ve got a condom here.” She caught his look. “Even if you didn’t use one before, better safe than sorry, don’t worry, I’ll get her tested ASAP.”

Bryce still looked dubious, due to his superpowers he was largely immune to diseases.

“Besides, I have a plan for it later.” Padma said with a wicked smile that reached her brown eyes.

Bryce was already hard, and as he undressed Padma didn’t wait, instead straddling Nishi’s head, her skirt falling like a black bag around it, cutting out any light, or view of the supervillainess’s features or actions, but from Padma’s expression, Nishi was a fast learner. He walked forward until he was closer to Padma than absolutely necessary and extended a hand for the condom in hers. She ripped its wrapping open with white teeth and slid it over his hard cock herself.

He tapped her leg and she obligingly snapped them shut on Nishi’s ears, Bryce whispered that he was going to make Nishi cum when Padma did, when he did and when Padma did whatever humiliating thing she had planned, as he was trying to condition Nishi, in case she caught a case of common sense. At the first two statements she twitched angrily, grinding herself against the bitch’s face and coming close to smothering her, but at the third she smiled again.

Padma nodded and relaxed her legs so Nishi could hear again. “Go fuck the whore-slut for me.” She commanded.

Ultraboy obliged, sliding down next to Nishi, who looked oddly ****, cock throbbing against her belly, tenting her skirt as her pussy dripped. Ultraboy entered her smoothly, provoking a low moan from under Padma’s skirt. Padma silenced her by grabbing her leash and pulling her up, hard into her cunt.

The doctor let the leash fall as she leaned forward grabbing the well-endowed futa’s tits and mauling them as she rode her face. Ultraboy enjoyed the view and the tight cunt wrapped around his cock. She pulled one of them up to spill out of the v-neck of Nishi’s t-shirt, stretching it obscenely to bite into the sides of her neck and tit. With a definitive target, Padma tweaked the nipple, teasing it with her short nails.

“Maybe this was a bad test,” Padma said, voice dripping acid. “She’s so good at this, it can’t be her first time, I bet she’s a carpet muncher from way back.” Her face was contorting in pleasure, none of which reached her voice, but the look she gave Bryce said she was close to cumming.

“Really? Well she’s a dead lay,” he slapped her firm ass roughly, “just lies there like a fucking corpse, you’d think she’d know what men like, if any woman would.” Ultraboy said, matching her tone. He was rewarded by little swiveling and thrusting motions, though her cunt muscles lacked the definition and experience of all her other muscles, they did their best.

The distraction let Padma recover herself as Nishi focused on Bryce. They went back and forth several times like that, until he saw Padma was growing tired, lacking the stamina of the superpowered people. She had already sweated through her professional clothes and the room stank of sex, no longer was she half-sex-fiend, half-doctor, only the sex fiend remained. A beast that mauled her enemy’s tits and choked her with her collar. Bryce caught the leash for a moment to get her to look at him, not at her enemy’s suffering…

They nodded at each other in unspoken agreement and began to fuck Nishi like their lives depended on it. Padma buried one hand in her enemies silken hair and the other in her bounteous tits and rubbed her cunt all over her face, riding it like a sybian, taking great pleasure in grinding her clit against Nishi’s flat nose. She screamed as she came.

Ultraboy’s bellows joined hers as his hands grabbed Nishi’s waist and his hips were a blur, pounding someone he was sure could take it, and enjoy it. She did so, in fact, she came even before his fingers could reach the button to get the milking machine going. He turned it on anyway, to lengthen her pleasure, and suffering.

His own pleasure burned through him, as his back arched to meet Padma’s ecstatic eyes he could almost feel her pleasure race into him too, all gathering in his cock and poured into Nishi’s womb, no into Padma’s, Nishi was just a conduit…

Metaphor aside, his actual seed had, of course, ripped right through the rubber and flooding her, as he should have known it would.

Padma had collapsed forward, towards him, her soft head impacting his muscled shoulder with a soft thud, her hair brushing against his face, completely helpless and trusting…