MALE (MAIN)

The figure's eyes widened as they followed the sound of the voices. Three leather-clad women sauntered toward them, chains jingling, baseball bats in hand. All three wore spiked chokers and skin-tight pants that clung to their curves, coupled with high-heeled boots and heavily studded leather jackets. Their faces were done up in a strange makeup: the deep black of their lips starkly contrasted against the white of their faces, and huge smiles stretched almost from ear to ear, creating a maniacal clown-like vibe. Malicious grins tugged at their mouths as they continued to stare at the exposed figure.

The tallest of the three asked in a low voice, her eyes slowly travelling up and down the figure's body. Her black lips were slightly parted as she licked them, and the other two women had their gazes firmly fixed on something below the figure's waist. The figure looked down and noticed what had so captivated their attention.

A massive, thick cock hung down nearly touching his knees.Thick veins traced through its length like winding snakes, and she wondered what this colossus could become when fully aroused. A half a fist sized head was partially covered with a thin layer of foreskin that revealed its angry size even in its flaccid state. Presiding over a bitch breaker cock, like sentries, were two perfectly round, baseball sized and hairless testicles that complimented the sheer size of the impressive pillar of flesh.

The figure thought to himself, “So I am a man, huh?” He was unable to make sense of the situation; all he knew was that his cock was disgustingly huge and three thug bitches were approaching him. He lifted his hands up in surrender, not knowing what else to do. His heart pounded as he stared at them, and he could feel the sweat dripping down his back.

They stopped at an arms length away from him, their figures now illuminated in the light of a street lamp. Rain trickled down their faces, catching on the curves of their ample chests and thick hips, barely contained by skimpy apparel. Lustful eyes met his, filled with desire and frenzy.

They wanted to fuck him up.

They also wanted to fuck him.

The leader strode forward, her boots clacking against the lined concrete floor. She stopped in front of the figure and looked him up and down, her gaze lingering over the curves of the monster cock.

"Nah comment, huh, sexy?" she drawled. With a theatrical flair, she unzipped her leather jacket and broke out into an evil laugh as she pulled it aside to reveal massive, naked tits. Steel studs pierced each of her nipples, making them harden into diamond-like points. Her fingers curled around one of the studs and twisted, eliciting a moan from her throat. "I guess no need for one," she purred. "I like 'em silent types!" A malicious grin spread across her face as she stepped closer. "They beg so much sweeter at the end. Bring 'im 'ere, sluts! Tiss , , time, gya-ha-ha-ha-ha!"

The other two surged forward, a bike chain glinting in the moonlight as it whooshed through the air and a baseball bat held loosely in the others left hand. The young man, still dazed from suddenly finding himself in a different location, scrambled to react. He flung an arm up to ward off the bat and crouched to avoid the chain, but both connected with his body. A sharp sting of pain radiated outward, but it was far less intense than he was expecting.

As he looked up from his defensive position, his assailants were met with a look of surprise on their faces - they clearly hadn't expected him to fend them off. Their confident grins quickly disappeared without a trace.

Just then, there came an almighty *WHOOSH* followed by a loud *THUD* somewhere farther down the alleyway, immediately capturing everyone’s attention. In the entrance stood a tall figure silhouetted against the night sky, one fist planted firmly on the ground. They watched in awe as spider-web like cracks spread outwards from where it had landed. It only took the gang leader and her minions a few seconds to recognize who it was.

“'Tiss Wonder Slut! Scatter!” she shrieked before trying to make a break for it, but only managed two steps before something pinkish lanced through the darkness and wrapped around her throat. A rope or lasso now connected her to the newcomer's hand. With one swift tug, she was dragged back towards the newcomer.

The boy was frozen in awe as the voluptuous heroine soared overhead, her powerful muscles and curves showing beneath her skintight costume. Before the gang leader could blink an eye, she was grabbed by her hair and lifted off the ground. Her captor's powerful fingers held her firmly as the other hand connected with her stomach, knocking all the air out of her lungs and eliciting a sadistic smile from Wonder Slut.

The minions were next as Wonder Slut flew across the distance between them in an instant, landing a kick to one's stomach that sent her careening into a dumpster, while the other felt the full of a right hook on her jawline.

She sauntered over with a grace that belied her strength, every step of her knee-high, stiletto-like sandals punctuated with a *CLACK*. Her ultra-short leather miniskirt fluttered around her muscled thighs and hugged her plump hips tightly, barely concealing her leather thong which highlighted an inviting camel toe. Above this tantalizing view lay a taut midriff and her glistening abs illuminated by streetlights.

What caught his attention were Wonder Slut's famously massive breasts, each the size of a man's head. They jiggled naturally with her movements and appeared to defy gravity. The leather armor she wore covered most of them, though the bottom was still exposed, balancing precariously on her chest. Her armor clad arms crossed beneath them as she approached him, her long sleeves extending from her wrists up to her shoulders, giving the illusion of a very skimpy shirt. Her foot tapped gently against his thigh.

The man suddenly jerked upright, looking ready to run. His eyes widened and he backed away from her in terror. She laughed at his reaction and ran an appraising eye over him. He was a short but well-built man with dirty blonde hair that had been tousled by the wind.

Suddenly her gaze fell upon something that made her grin grow wider. A cock that could rival her arm. As she breathed in, she caught a whiff of the musky scent, which caused her inner thighs to quiver. It seemed like this boy could give her a brutal fuck she craved so much.

“Hey you, fucker!” Her voice was cold and calculating as she approached him, “Don't you think your savior deserves a reward for her efforts?"

"What type of reward?”

She licked her lips suggestively, giving him a look that promised a rough, depraved, animalistic night ahead. The boy looked confused for a moment before realisation dawned on his face.

"Ohhh~ I think we can figure something up!" Wonder Slut smirked.