Mouthy Malcontent Makes Massive Miscalculation

"You wanna know what we're gonna do," Jinx purred as she pressed herself against Argent, pancaking the heroine's massive mammaries against her own comparatively modest chest and snaking her hands down between the muscular globes of her ASS, "don't you?" She brushed the tips of her fingers against Argent's asshole, cutting off the other woman's rebuttal with a whimper. "Well, since you're in no position to stop us..." She made a contemplative face. "Do you know who that is? Ah-ah," she scolded, slipping a finger from each hand into Argent's backdoor and tugging at the sensitive rim slightly, "moan for 'yes'." The heroine's hateful glare was undercut by the low, needy moan she let out in reply. "Good girl! So, we're going to take turns playing with the delightful Secretary Quinzel," Jinx grinned and waggled her eyebrows suggestively, "until she nice and docile, then my good friends are going to take turns buttfucking her and telling her all sorts of naughty things. She going to go back to work, all nice and normal, and she's going to help us get wherever we want in the Capitol, the Purple House, the other Departments - we'll have the run of DC, with all of those hard-working, influential, **** ladies and femmes..."

Jinx giggled as she watched Argent's eyes widen in alarm, well aware of the kind of havoc the two shameless femmes and devious domme could wreak if they had access to so much plump, politically-powerful booty. Mandatory fetish gear, superheroine submission laws, Jinx thought as she smiled wickedly, legalised villainy, that's just the start! Man, GiGi's got so many great ideas...

"And while that's happening, you two are going to be our naughty little accomplices," she continued, delighting at the fear and confusion mingling in her captive's eyes, "because a little birdie told me just how to get sluts like you to cooperate. I'm even going to have Rae-Rae over there grow me a cock of my own, so two of us can have something to keep ourselves warm while the other's working on a Congresswoman or a Senator or the fucking Presid- !!!!!"

"Oh, you naughty girl," Argent spasmed as the low, husky whisper washed over her, "thinking so big, when your ASS is so small." Every word thrummed against her body, little lightning bolts of pleasure zipping from her piercings up to her brain as the sultry, syrupy syllables oozed into her brain and made her thoughts as sticky-sweet as her tight little pussy. Clear juices ran down her thighs at the impossible sight of a goddess pressing up against Jinx's back, the villainous vixen rendered utterly insensate by the transcendent experience of having a divine dick rubbing between her cheeks - tongue out, eyes vacant, not so much in the throes of Slut Brain as Slut Soul.

"A big and bouncy bubble butt," the woman sing-songed, stroking up and down Jinx's sides slowly, "makes a thicc goth hero-slut!" Spreading her arms wide, she swung them down and smacked Jinx's modest rear from both sides. The girl's cheeks deformed inwards under the **** of the blows, but when the pressure ended and they pushed back out, they didn't stop. Bones creaked and flesh swelled, as Jinx's body obeyed the divine command. Her legs thickened with muscle and plush fat, the better to support the broad breeding hips that expanded outwards to match Argent's own and the firm, phat goth girl ASS that Jinx now sported. Heavenly hands roamed the new booty with mischievous intent, lightly squeezing and slapping the pale globes and setting even their muscular forms jiggling like jelly.

"Tits that burst from every top," the woman continued, reaching up from Jinx's ASS and slipping her hands beneath the smothering forms of Argent's breasts to pinch and tug at Jinx's pierced nipples, "and milk that flows and just won't stop!" Jinx released a low, guttural moan as her breasts, once so modest compared to Argent's own, ballooned outwards. They **** the pair to arch their backs slightly, the sheer mass of mammary meat between them - enough to smother even Raven's inhuman cock in its entirety, were they to be stacked pair-over-pair - forcing them apart. Argent's voice joined Jinx's as their goddess's power went to work on her too; sweet, creamy milk leaking from their teats and trickling down the lower curve of their busts.

"A hybrid she-stud owns your holes," the woman pronounced, the playful sing-song tone replaced with a lewd purr, "to please her is your lifelong goal." The captive pair shook with the **** of their orgasms, clinging to each other as memories began to slip from their minds and leak away into the streams of pussy juices that ran down their legs and dripped straight to the floor. Hands roamed each other's bodies, inevitably drawn down to palm and squeeze each girl's ASS as they'd done so many times before. Thoughts of animosity and memories of confrontation melted and ran together, swirling into new patterns and forms. Argent never ceased to be glad that Jinx had taken to her rehabilitation so well, shown the light of heroism by endless hours spent learning the merits of truth, justice and worship of their Mistress's superior cock. Jinx was ever-grateful to the trashy, tattooed beauty for helping her to find her place - wherever her Mistress demanded she be, in any pose she wished.

Drooling slits and swollen clits rubbed against powerful thighs and massive, milky tits slipped and slid over one another as the pair locked lips and tangled tongues, grinding and humping against one another as they made love amid the aftermath of another successfully foiled crime.