She has a diagnosis for you but you catch sight of something more concerning! [MMM/FF sex]

Unfortunately the social tension of meeting up with Rainbow in your pseudo-civilian identity was making you tense your whole body... including your internal muscles, causing you to squeeze the throbbing cock inside you hard and the shaved-headed cop under you to groan in contentment and let his head loll back. Wincing and hoping your face didn't look as flushed as it felt, you elbowed him hard in the ribs - that seemed to get his attention enough that he reached over to flip your skirt down, so that his shaft burying itself up inside you at least wouldn't be in plain view. More importantly, you were able to twist your body to the side and move your hands out of her field of view so that she didn't see the handcuffs.

You decided to pre-emptively cancel out any sound coming from him with your powers. Unfortunately, your power is controlling sound, and doesn't extend to any of the other five senses. So the smell of the moisture trickling out between your legs (you'd been getting yourself stimulated this whole car ride - it didn't take a super-genius to see that this 'security detail' was going to be a backseat orgy, so you'd pragmatically figured it would be better to make an effort to get your juices flowing so that the ordeal went more... smoothly) would be hard not to notice. And then there was the fact that sitting on a man's lap never looked completely innocent at the best of times.

"So, uh," you **** out awkwardly, trying to control your breathing in vain, "you have a... speech coming up? I really look forward to, to hearing..." You feel the hands gripping your thighs tighten their grip further as you push down against Jameson's lap. After so many times of coming away from an encounter unsatisfied, for once you find yourself wishing the man fucking you DIDN'T have such a thick dick - not just on Rainbow's account but because you didn't want to give this pig any satisfaction. Your ass is squeezing down hard against his pelvis now, allowing you to 'sit up straight' even in the cramped confines of the car. As if to thwart your effort at looking dignified, your heavily tilted cap finally falls off your head after brushing against the patrol car's bare metal ceiling.

"Well, it wasn't my idea of course." Dr. Rainbow looks quite embarrassed by your question, which is jaw-droppingly ironic considering the circumstances. "But ever since a certain brave, wonderful heroine helped stop my, um, archnemeses, I've been working a lot with Whole Glory doing social work. And I've met so many wonderful activists over the past week! And... anyway, the topic they want me to speak on is apparently a bit of a sore spot for some people, for reasons I didn't quite understand. So when I told them about some of the people I've been.. emotionally close with in the past, they asked me to give an outsider's perspective! And oh... now there's this cross-cultural baggage being loaded on. I'm worried someone will point out I've only ever actually been a heroine in the upper Midwest, or ask me to say something in my 'native' language..."

"Hey, Drakeson," Diego smirks at you haughtily from his seat up front. "That wouldn't happen to be your girl-friend, would it?" You stay silent, not sure that you can respond without a profanity. This humiliation is almost more than you can stand. A thick mushroom-head buried deep inside you twists and teases every fold of your sex, and the pulled-aside panties have stopped in just the perfect position to grind against your clit with even the slightest motions of your hips.

"Oh," Dr. Rainbow replies peppily, nodding, "Yes, I've made a lot of friends since I joined the League of Propriety, and I'm proud to call her one of them!" That was about the least mortifying reply she could have given under the circumstances but you can barely focus on her words anymore. Summoning up the willpower you like to think you have as a superheroine, you take a deep breath to **** off a moan welling up inside you as the cop's nightstick explores your depths. When you try to edge off his lap just a little, the sensation of suction as his fat glans and veiny shaft drags itself against the walls of your pussy makes your breath catch in your throat as an electric shudder runs from the base of your spine up to behind your eyes. Your mouth is hanging halfway open, slack-jawed, but you manage to avoid making any sex noises.

"Goodness..." Doc Rainbow's hue-shifting pupils focused in on you and her pencil-thin blue eyebrows knitted together in concern. "Are you feeling okay, um, Miss? Your body temperature is clearly way above normal, and you're perspiring heavily, your pupils are dilating, your skin is getting goose-pimples... Ohhhhh, I do hope for goodness sake that you have been taking care of yourself. Did you read that article about antioxidants I shared with y-"

"I'm FIINe!" You screech, your voice reaching a screeching crescendo partway through as your own trembling hips work your undies against your sensitive button and bring you to a wrenching climax. You'd never really had trouble reaching orgasm, either on your own or during sex. Most of the time, that was a good thing - the only vice a heroine on the straight and narrow path was allowed to have was the kind that took place in the bedroom (theoretically). But there were good orgasms and bad orgasms, and sometimes they made you feel like a contemptible person had got the better of you.

You have to end this as quickly as possible. Balling your fists, you focus on making your tremulous post-orgasmic voice sound commanding. "Rainbow, listen to me! This is just a humble guard's opinion, ma'am, but if you don't feel absolutely comfortable presenting before a crowd, forcing yourself is the wrong thing to do! Nobody is going to think twice about it if you leave early. If you scan the police scanner you can probably find some incident in progress even on a slow day like this. So go help the world that way for today, and save the educating for when you've got your thoughts sorted out!"

With that you collapse against the muscular body of the man beneath and behind you, the sudden post-coital exhaustion starting to set in, even more fiercely than usual because you'd been so wound up.

Rainbow didn't show it if she noticed, and she beams at you, eyes glistening with intense gratitude. "That's... Oh, thank you, thank you so much! That's just what I needed to hear. I absolutely do want to be confident about it. Maybe, since you work for the League I mean... maybe you can help me study up on it more sometime, miss? Oh, um. I didn't mean for it to come out that way." she blushes and puts her hands up to her cheeks. "Anyway - I had better go inform Mr. Glory right away! And please - contact a physician if you keep perspiring like that!"

Mercifully, she turns around, and you use your last ounce of strength to roll the window back up. Well - your main mission is accomplished, you suppose. Would that even have been the first time she witnessed you getting caught up in an orgy though...? And why did the thought bother you? Well - you certainly didn't want her to get it into her naïve little head that you were in any way involved with any of these uniformed thugs in 'Alpha squad'.

"Fuck," Jameson grunts when your spell of silence wanes on him, "even the sight of all those flamers out there in the crowd isn't enough to make me last. This chick has got the tightest pussy I've ever had. Every time she raises her butt up just a tiny bit, it feels like her snatch is trying to suck me back in." He grabs hold of your waist again and squeezes you almost painfully tightly, bouncing you up and down on his throbbing cock. It's almost as if he's masturbating himself with your body - you squeeze your eyes shut so that you won't have to look at the reflection of the depraved act on the inside of the windows.

Halloway bends Jane over the lap of the skinny cop in the middle seat, who takes advantage of this new position to unleash his own manhood and shove up up between her breasts. "Oh yeah, that's nice. Redhead over there is damn hot, but she's doesn't have quite the rack for a tit-fuck, and I love me a good squeeze between two big soft puppies like these."

Flashing a shark-like smile under his thick moustache, Halloway yanks his trousers and boxers all the way down, letting a thick brown cock slap up against Jane's bottom through her boyshorts. She isn't even afforded that protection long, as Halloway hooks his thumbs around her undies and slides them down to her knees so he can start rubbing the head of his meat up against her crotch. "Ohohoho, she's got a nice little landing strip down here. So cute I should take a picture. Maybe I will after I've messed it up a little."

Jane mumbles a few words that sound like they might be protests but then she lets out a sharp cry, her blue eyes bugging out in concern as Halloway drives himself into her from behind. Soon there's a rhythmic slapping emanating from him as he starts slapping his hips against her bottom.

From the front seat, Lieutenant Diego takes advantage of your awkward posture and grabs your hands, pulling them up to him and forcing you to grab onto his own, now-exposed cock. "Come on, slut," he says coarsely. "You aren't done with him and you haven't even started on me. Unsurprisingly Beast-Beauty never made it here - that lucky S.O.B. Walters probably led her down the first blind alley he saw so he could have her all to himself, the greedy fuck. So you two girls are going to be pulling a double-shift, if you catch our meaning."

"Dammit," you mutter helplessly between heavy breaths, trying and failing to pull your hands away. "Let go of me already and don't tell me what to do. Besides I have to get... to get up off of this asshole's cock before he-"

You are cut off by a lusty groan from Jameson himself as he squeezes your stomach even harder and pulls you down against him, sitting up straight and gently biting on your shoulder through the fabric of your black uniform. You are suddenly aware of his cock throbbing powerfully inside you... followed moments later by the man's body going limp and slumping into his seat, loosening but not releasing his grip on your sides.

"Oh Christ," Diego muttered from up front in mild annoyance. "Man, did you just blow your load inside her? Why'd you have to go and do that?"

"What?" Jameson said with an arrogant, self-satisfied chuckle as he finally allowed his slowly-softening cock to slip out of your sex. Sure enough, you could feel something squishing around in there even after he withdrew. "She was spandex so she's probably on the pill. Right, red?"

Rolling your eyes, the only response you give him is a chilly "Fuck you.", refusing to even look him in the eyes.

Diego up in front crosses his arms. "Yeah, sure, but do you think I want your nasty goddamn sloppy seconds? Which one of us is the superior officer here? I was hoping to just have her jerk me as a warm-up."

"You're all... a fucking disgrace..." you softly breathe as you try and remember the advice La Petite Morte had given you about this, just to get it over with as soon as possible. Diego ceased complaining, for the moment, when you started running your fingers up and down his shaft. Soon he was softly nodding and grunting his approval. You settled into a steady rhythm, and he obligingly poured some lube, slicking up your hands to help you work him.

Sadly, Jane didn't seem to be doing any better than you at putting up a stoic front. It wasn't exactly easy when you were getting fucked from one end and your nipples massaged from the other... she is starting to squeal and sigh lustily in time with each of Halloway's thrusts.

So as not to have to look at the smugly predatory cops anymore you focus your gaze out the window, where Whole Glory is holding the crowd in rapt attention with his charismatic manner of speaking and taking over for Rainbow after she was "called away". And just then, you spot something that forces you to do a double-take. A certain trio of siblings-in-crime - the ones who you made a name for yourself taking down less than a fortnight ago - are standing there in the crowd. They aren't wearing their shiny poker-themed bodysuits this time, but it is unmistakably Ten of Spades, Diamonds, and Clubs - you've seen them with their masks off while they were being arrested.

And that's just it; they SHOULD be in jail awaiting trial for bank robbery, ****, and all sorts of other villainy. The Acropolis City justice system was notorious for being lenient when it came to granting supervillains parole, but not lenient enough to do it before said villains had even been tried!

"No time for this!" you shriek, yanking your cuffed hands away from Diego. By the time he can protest you've already opened the car door, giving anybody who happened to be looking a good view of Jane getting railed from behind while giving another man a titjob. You curse the fact that the League of Propriety insists on making its female security guards wear high-heeled boots as you run towards where you spotted the villainous trio in the crowd. This is exactly the kind of opportunity you've been looking for, and besides, you need to stop whatever they're up to! As you jog through the fancifully-attired attendees, you try as best you can to hide the handcuffs around your wrists and hope any of the heroes present don't jump to the wrong conclusion and tackle you. What's worse, Officer Jameson's jizz is starting to form a pool in the bottom of your panties, a nasty, distracting sensation that makes you reflexively turn your knees inwards and turns your run into a comically awkward stumble.

"Yikes," Spade-10 - dressed in a tie-dyed tee shirt and shorts - says in a deadpan tone with a smirk as you come running up to her and her siblings. "You were right after all, sis - this event *is* overrun with rampaging sluts. Or at least one, anyways."

"Shut up!" you bark at them, pouting. "You're... you're under arrest!"

"I know you are, but what am I?" The zaftig young woman who'd called herself Diamond-10, now wearing a spaghetti-strap tank top with a casino logo on it, snorts at you.

A mumbling, gravelly female voice comes from behind you, sounding not unlike someone with a severe cold. "I think I can explain. But first, you need those cuffs off....?"