Skill Issue

"Mmmm.... sho biiig," she says around the meat filling her mouth (in fact, you know, you are almost exactly the national average size). She clumsily moves her tongue against your shaft -- you can easily tell that she has no experience giving blowjobs. Which makes sense, come to think of it, since she grew up on an island with no men.

Power Girl drops to her knees beside Wonder Woman and smiles up at you. "You're so generous, Sir, letting her suck you when she can't even get past the tip." Power Girl is being unfair here; Wonder Woman is getting at least half of your cock in her mouth at the deepest part of her bobbing. "Of course, if you want someone who knows what she's doing..." Power Girl adds. She leans in and runs her tongue along the bottom of your shaft. Wonder Woman glares at her, but continues her ministrations uninterrupted.

You grab Wonder Woman's hair and try to **** your way deeper, but are met with a wall of wet muscle blocking the entrance to her throat. "Stop that," you growl. "Relax your tongue so I can fuck your face."

"I, I canmt, Shir," she mumbles "It'sh refwex." Her eyes are filled with anxiety, worried that this will cause you to turn to one of the others.

You pause, considering. You can't overpower her -- her tongue muscle is stronger than your hip muscles. You snap your fingers at Black Canary and order "You. Tie her up."

Black Canary grabs Wonder Woman's lasso from her and begins to wrap it around Wonder Woman's left arm. Wonder Woman extends her arms out behind her back to make it easier for her.

You pull out of Wonder Woman's mouth; Power Girl seizes the opportunity to go to town on your dick, bobbing furiously while keeping her eyes fixed on you as if to say "See? I can take the whole thing."

You're trying to maintain a mask of disinterest, but involuntarily let out a hissing breath of pleasure. "Damn," you say. "Not bad. How many dicks have you sucked?"

Power Girl holds up seven fingers. Then, after a moment, she folds one of them down. You wait for a moment, enjoying the slower rhythm of her hands-free blowjob.

"What does that mean? Six and a half?" you ask.

Power Girl pulls her mouth off of you to answer, wrapping her right hand around your thickness and gently stroking you. "I've had sex with seven other men, Sir," she explains. "But then I remembered that one of them didn't like blowjobs, so...." she bows down to engulf you in her mouth again, but you interrupt.

"Stop," you say. "Looks like Wonder Whore has been properly trussed up." Power Girl reluctantly lets go of you and you walk over to Wonder Woman, dick swinging freely. Her arms and legs have been tied behind her in what looks like a very uncomfortable position. She is **** by her bonds into a sort of half-crouch, half-kneel, her legs spread at a forty-five-degree angle.

You regard her cautiously. If she was lying earlier about bondage removing her powers, you could be at risk of injuring yourself.

You draw back your arm and slap her across the face, as hard as you can. She lets out a surprised "Oh!" and for a moment a look of anger crosses her face, but she quickly conceals it. "Did I do something wrong, Sir?" she asks anxiously.

You study her face. Yes, there's a red slap mark there, so her powers -- or at least one of her powers, her resilience -- must be gone. Without answering her, you wrap your hands in her curly hair. She obediently opens her mouth as you position the tip of your cock at her lips. She goes limp, signaling her submission to your desires, her nonresistance to you.

Slowly, you sink your shaft into her mouth -- then, without warning, you yank her head down, forcing yourself into her throat. She reflexively tries to pull away, but you overpower her -- you overpower Wonder Woman! -- and push even deeper. The other three stare jealously at her.

Wonder Woman struggles for breath, tears streaming from your eyes. You grin triumphantly down at her, enjoying her misery.

You will get caught, you know. People have gotten the upper hand over superheroes many times before, but it never lasts. They will break free of your control, or another hero will rescue them, or _something _will happen. You will be thrown in prison at least, maybe even killed. But no matter what they do to you, they will never be able to take away this moment, the feel of Wonder Woman's throat convulsing around you, the sight of her miserable face, the **** gagging sounds she's making. Years from now, Wonder Woman may still bear the mental scars, she may wake up from nightmares of helplessness inspired by your facerape of her.

The thought gives you a little warm glow inside.