Green Specter – Hostage Negotiator

-          By Violator

 

Author’s Note:  just some fun tormenting Green Specter.  Ms. Americana shows up near the end to keep the party going.  Hit END for a short summary.

 

 

Fetish Material:  forced stripping, forced dancing, public humiliation, public masturbation, dildo play, drugs, knockout, blowjobs, vaginal sex, anal sex, bondage, female enslavement, female police officers, obedience training

 

 

It was late one afternoon in one of the worst parts of the Delta City ghetto.  A half-dozen police cruisers sat, bullet-riddled and smoking before an abandoned storefront.  A dozen officers crouched nervously behind the cars, clutching their weapons and gulping with dread.  Thanks to new diversity hiring practices in the DCPD following a string of unsavory incidents all but a few of their number were freshly-recruited young women.  Clad in the traditional DCPD female uniform of tight-fitting blue blouses and short navy skirts (‘for mobility’, the old men who ran the Department insisted), the female cops in particular looked exceptionally tense, pretty cap-clad heads lifting to scan about and bite their lips nervously, as the filthy projects loomed all around them.

On the far side of a trash-strewn no-man’s land, a heavily reinforced abandoned liquor store loomed.  Secure behind pock-marked bullet proof glass two well-armed thugs leered out, licking their lips as they eyed the numerous lady cops before them with glee.  Between them squirmed a miserable, naked beauty whose emerald-green mask alone identified her as the young heroine sidekick, Specter Girl.  Save for that mask she was entirely nude, save for the stolen police handcuffs binding her wrists, and the steel shackles binding her feet.

Suddenly there came a screech of tires and a roar of mighty engine.  A gleaming emerald-green sports car drifted around a corner, spun into a controlled slide, and skidded to a halt in a cloud of smoke just behind the wall of cop cars.  The driver side door opened, and a long luscious white leg slid out.  A gleaming emerald boot planted itself firmly the cracked pavement.  Slowly a tall, statuesque, and staggeringly voluptuous blonde stood up out of the car, and surveyed the scene with a dark glower.  In addition to her calf-length boots and elbow-length gloves, the mighty heroine wore a matching mask upon her classically gorgeous face, a tiny pair of green panties upon her buxom hips, and a sleek strapless green bustier upon her enormous breasts.  Between her bustier and her panties a tiny bit of navel peeked out.  Below her navel, slung tight around her narrow waist and resting atop the awesome fertile swell of her hips, she wore a well-loaded utility belt clasped with a golden G logo.

Spotting the officer in charge, Green Specter detached from her car and strutted boldly over to her… even as all the officers cringed fearfully behind their demolished cars and gaped up at her in awe and disbelief.  Towering over the crouching short-skirt-clad Lieutenant, Green Specter put her hands upon her buxom hips and addressed her directly.

“Thank you for calling me, Lt. Rodriquez,” she said.  “I came as fast as I could.”

“Thank you, Green Specter,” Lt. Rodriquez replied.  A beautiful and athletic Latina in her early thirties, she was also a firmly closeted bisexual (as most women became when in proximity to Green Specter), and despite the situation had difficulty keeping her eyes out of the heroine’s tremendous, ponderously wobbling cleavage.  “The perps did request you specifically,” she said.  “Normally, I might not honor such a request but... well, it is your sidekick.”

Across the no-man’s-land of grimy pavement in front of the shot-up cop cars, the two criminals leered.  One thug was white, the other black.

“Well, lookee what we got here,” one criminal said to the other.  “A big fat cow just joined our swarm of pigs!”

“You think she’s mad we fucked the shit out of her sidekick?” the other purred.  His smirk broadened, as he surveyed Green Specter’s spectacular and imperiously well-presented curves.  “Or maybe she wanna join her!”

Held firmly between them, Specter Girl wiggled.  Her eyes blinked up, with a mixture of relief and horrified humiliation at the sight of her mentor.  She whimpered, but otherwise said nothing.

“The glass is bullet proof,” the Lieutenant explained up to her, voice still quivering and breathless with fear.  “After last years’ riots Mr. Wong turned that place into a fortress.  It didn’t save him in the end, though.  We’ll need an anti-tank weapon to get through that window.”

Only a few small gaps, made by rioters with a sledgehammer, penetrated the window – but these only served as convenient firing ports for the criminals.  As if to demonstrate – and to remind the cops and the newly-arrived heroine who was boss – the black thug stuck his Mac 10 through one of the ports and let rip.  The cops whimpered and cringed down lower behind their cars as bullets flew overhead, the Lieutenant included.  But even though one round whined by so close it made her glorious blonde waterfall of hair flutter slightly in its wake, Green Specter stood stock still as the bullets whizzed around her, hands planted upon her hips, and gave the two criminals an icy glare.  Pulling back his gun, secure behind his glass, the black criminal leered right back and, sticking out his long tongue, waggled it at her suggestively.

“Let that be a lesson!” the thug called, smirking.  “Keep your distance, pigs!”

“Cept Specter Slut!” the white thug added, sneering.  “If she wants a real fuck, she can march those big boobies in here any time she wants!”

“Who are they?” Green Specter asked. 

“They call themselves the Boxer Brothers,” the Lieutenant said.  Pushing her back up the car a bit, she peeked fearfully over the hood at them.  “No actual relation.  Go by Hook and Jab – Jab’s the black guy, Hook’s the other one.  They met in prison after separate rape convictions and ended up breaking out together.  They’ve been tear-assing across six states since, fucking and looting as they please.  This is the first we’ve seen of ‘em in Delta City since they were first put away.”

“Is there a rear entrance?” Green Specter asked.

“None,” the Lieutenant said… even as, eyes sliding up and down her body in awe, the beautiful Latina momentarily could imagine nothing but making good use of Green Specter’s own rear entrance herself.  “If you wait for SWAT we could probably blast one, but with the amount of explosives required I don’t think we could guarantee Specter Girl’s safety.”

“I see.  Anything else I should know about these guys?” Green Specter asked.

Lt. Rodriquez swallowed heavily.  There was one more thing on both men’s dossiers stuck out like a mile.  But, as she gaped in awe down into Green Specter’s spectacular jiggling cleavage, her throat suddenly felt dry and hoarse, and she couldn’t bring herself to bring it up.  “No…” she finally croaked, even as her widening eyes disappeared slowly down the cavernously deep, delicately quivering chasm.

“Good,” Green Specter said.  “Then leave the rest to me.”  And without a moment’s further hesitation the mighty heroine stepped around the car’s bumper and began to strut fearlessly towards the store.

“But… but Miss Specter!” the Lieutenant yelped, gaping in disbelief as the heroine’s staggeringly well-rounded ass sauntered past.  Rolling around, she gaped in disbelief at the sight of that same ass sashaying its way gracefully through the parked cruisers as if completely uncaring of the danger.  “I think we should wait for our professional negotiator.  He’s… he’s busy with another situation on 5^th but….”

Not turning, Green Specter raised a graceful hand and waved her objections dismissively aside.  “No,” she called, over her shoulder.  “Call in and tell the negotiator not to bother.  I will handle this one.  You amateurs just sit back and watch a real professional at work.”  Clearing the cruisers, she strutted straight out across empty pavement towards the waiting criminal-garrisoned store, her gait more like a model strutting down a runway than a warrior advancing on her foes.  Gulping audibly, the Lieutenant gaped after her for several seconds… then, sinking down, she obediently did as she was told... and watched. 

Meanwhile, leering through the bulletproof glass, the two criminals licked their lips as the buxom and supremely pneumatic super-heroine slowly strutted closer and closer.  “Hmm...” Jab said, eyeing her giant boobies as they bounced and jiggled towards him, now only a dozen yards away and growing closer by the second.  “I didn’t think you were one of those bullet proof bitches, Specter Slut.”  He fingered his gun.  “Ain’t you scared of us, white girl?”

“Hardly,” Green Specter said.  She took another bold, slow, sauntering step forward, hands at her hips.  She smirked.  “You can’t even hit the broad side of a barn through those little holes!” she cooed.

“That’s true!” Hook admitted, almost as if in admiration for her figuring out something the cowardly cops never had.  Then, with a snarl, he suddenly seized Specter Girl’s blonde hair and yanked it back, hard.  Letting out a screech of pain, Summer let her pretty head fall back, her lips opening wide in a scream.  Moments later they were silenced, quivering, her eyes going wide… as Hook’s gun plunged down in between them.  “What do you think my chances are of hitting through this hole, super-heroine?” he snarled, through the window.

“Oh!  Goddess!” Green Specter gasped.  Ten paces before the store she momentarily froze in shock, her hands lifting up to hover helplessly beside her hips in mortified dismay.  Then, getting a hold of her nerves, she quickly lifted her head high and put her hands back upon her buxom hips.  Tossing her head so that a spill of golden hair fell down to cover up half her face, sultrily, she let a big sultry smirk spread across her huge red lips, and chuckled softly.

“What’s the matter, boys?” she asked, as the tense criminal, finger trembling on the trigger, kept his gun pressed tight into her whimpering sidekick’s throat.  Lifting a hand from her hip, she ran it up and down her voluptuous body like a game show hostess showing off the prize showcase.  “Do you not want me in there, after all?” she cooed, teasingly.  “I thought you boys said I could come any time.  I’m quite happy to exchange myself for my sidekick.”

From up close she had a better view of both criminals.  They were lean and muscular, wearing wife beaters and jeans.  Hook was greasy, had broad shoulders decorated with long and unkempt blonde hair, and was covered in prison tattoos.  His partner Jab was slightly taller and leaner, comparatively well groomed, and had his head wrapped in a black doo-rag.  Jab seemed calm and confident in his control, a large dark hand wrapped rudely around Specter Girl’s ample teen butt.  Hook had a twitchy, paranoid air that made her nervous… even if she didn’t let a trace of her nerves show upon her gorgeous, sultrily smiling masked face.

“Are you?” Hook asked, suspiciously.

“Absolutely,” Green Specter purred.  “I’m here to negotiate, after all.  I’m willing to make any deal that sees this situation end, without you two dead.  Because rest assured:  without me?  That’s exactly what’s going to happen.”

“Is that a fact?” Jab said.  His eyes traced, delightedly, over her buxom well-displayed charms.

“It absolutely is,” Green Specter purred.  Shifting her weight from one leg to the other she posed before them like a bikini model in a shoot, letting them see every delightful inch of her spectacularly shapely body.  ‘That’s it… get a good look…’ she thought to herself, smugly, as the two criminals’ eyes eagerly swarmed over the stunning vistas she had on display.  ‘You want me bad, don’t you?  Of course you do…  But once I have you in arms’ reach, you’ll be at my mercy.’  Her smirk broadened.  “What’s the matter boys?” she cooed, after she didn’t get an immediate response.  “Performance anxiety?”

Turning to look at each other over Specter Girl’s whimpering wiggling form, the two thugs exchanged knowing smirks.  Then they turned back to ogle the posing super-heroine.

“Nah, bitch,” Hook said to her, leering through the glass.  “The offer still stands.  We just ain’t sure about that belt, is all.”

“My… my belt?” Green Specter asked, surprised.  She glanced down at the utility belt which, cinched tight, was nestled at the most narrow point of her trim supple waist, just above the spectacular fertile swell of her buxom hips.  “What’s wrong with it?” she asked.

 “You might have, like, remote-controlled knockout gas or something,” Jab said.  He gestured towards it with his gun hand.  “Take it off and drop it on the ground, baby.  Then we’ll let you in.”

Green Specter’s lip curled up, as she briefly considered.  The belt that lay nestled tight around her narrow and voluptuous waist was indeed laden with tricks and gadgets that might help her in just such a situation as this:  smoke bombs, plastic restraints, tracking devices and the like.  Taking it off would weaken her slightly… but not enough to matter.  And if doing so lured the criminals into a false sense of security, so much the better.  Lifting her head back up, she looked at the two criminals, and her customary confident smirk spread back across her luscious lips again.

“Why, of course!” she cooed, batting her long eyelashes at them teasingly.  “I’d be happy to!”

Reaching down to her hips, Green Specter’s gloved hands swiftly un-cinched her trademark belt and then slowly pulled it out from around her narrow waist.  Extending her arm straight out to one side, she let it dangle.  She remained still for several seconds, smirking slightly, letting the suspicious criminals observe her guard-lowering compliance.  Then her fingers opened and the belt tumbled to the pavement.

“There,” she said.  Hands returning to her buxom hips, she shifted her weight from one long spectacular leg to the other and smiled confidently, letting the thugs get a good look at her in nothing but her panties and bustier.  “Satisfied?” she asked.  “May I come in there with you, now?”

Turning their heads, the two criminals shared a brief glance over Specter Girl’s whimpering, ineffectually squirming form.  Slowly, their evil smirks broadened.

“I don’t know, bitch…” Jab said, turning his head back to face her.

“Don’t know?” Green Specter asked.  Her gorgeous face briefly flickered with frustration beneath her emerald mask, before returning to its usual unflappably gorgeous and sultry demeanor.  “What are you not sure about?”

“I mean… those boobies are awfully big,” Jab said.  “Wouldn’t you say, Hook?”

“Yeah,” he said, tilting his head back and leering out at Green Specter’s spectacular, jiggling cleavage.  “You could practically hide an M-16 down those fun-bags!”

“My… my breasts?” Green Specter asked, slightly shocked.  Her gorgeous face glanced briefly down into her enormous, gently swaying cleavage, then went back up to the two smirking criminals and glared.  “I assure you, I don’t have anything between my breasts!” she hissed.  As if to demonstrate, both her hands slid around behind her to perch, haughtily, upon her scantily-clad ass… in the process stretching forth her enormous boobies to sway before her, straining against their gigantic emerald cups, as if deliberately putting them on display.

“Prove it,” Hook said.

“Prove it?!” Green Specter gasped.  “How?!”

“Easy, bitch,” Jab said.  “Take off your top.”

Green Specter gaped at him in shock.  “No!” she.  She stamped her foot… which had the unintended side effect of making her huge boobies shake and bounce, delightfully, within the skimpy top in question.  “I… I would never do that!” she insisted.  “I’m a super-heroine, not a stripper!”

“Oooh…” Hook said.  “Now it really sound like she’s hiding something – don’t it bro?”

“Sure does!” Jab cooed.  “Sounds like she’s hiding some things, real real bad.”

“Oooh!” Green Specter hissed.  Hands forming into fists at her side she quivered, and stamped her foot again in frustration.  “Alright, you bastards…” she said at last, glaring at them in fury.  “If it’s what it takes to prove to you my innocent intent, then I… I’ll do it!”

“Better hurry then, slut!” Jab cackled.  Swinging his big black hand back, he brought it down hard on Specter Girl’s taut, rounded teen ass.  The little heroine whimpered and jerked, tears leaking from her eyes, as she choked on Hook’s gun.  “If you don’t give us some big new jiggly toys to play with, we’re likely to get rough with this one!” he laughed.

Green Specter gasped with fury at the abuse of her sidekick.  She squirmed from one side to the other, seething with rage, her gorgeous face turning first one way and then the other as her full lips trembled and her eyes shone with anger.  But in the end, she had no choice.  “Fine!” she spat.  Her hands obediently started to slide up behind her back.  Her fingers, trembling, began to unlace her taut, straining bustier. 

The criminals grinned and licked their chops.  Pulling his gun out of her mouth, Hook wrenched Specter Girl away from his partner and held her upright by his side, gripping her tight by her hair and making her look out the window.  “Your mistress is stripping down, just to get a taste of what you got,” he purred into her little ear.  “Doesn’t that turn you on, little slut?”

Her gasping mouth falling open, Specter Girl gaped at her undressing mentor in horror.  “N-no!” she said.

“Aww… don’t lie to us,” Jab said.  Since her mouth had been freed of one gun, he lowered the other and stroked it, teasingly, against her fearfully wiggling teen ass.  “Naughty girls get punished when they lie.”  Both Specter Girl and Green Specter’s lovely mouths dropped open as the barrel of the gun slid down underneath the little teen’s bare bottom… and caressed, rudely, across her pussy.  “Now tell us the TRUTH!” Jab said, slamming the barrel of his gun deep into Specter Girl’s cunt.

“Oh, GODDESS!!!” Specter Girl squealed, her head shooting back in shock. 

An answering cry came from Green Specter.  Having finished untying her bustier, her hands darted back up to cup over her huge breasts, keeping the skimpy garment in place, as she gazed in horror at the cold steel barrel pumping in and out of her sidekick’s defenseless pussy.

“Drop it, bitch!” Jab demanded.  “Show us your tits!”

“Oh, Goddess!” Green Specter cried.  Hands trembling, she obeyed.  Her hands flew up to either side of her head, almost as if she were surrendering, letting her loosened bustier slide down and finally slip off the tips of her massive jiggling breasts.  It landed in a little green puddle between her booted feet.  Green Specter’s gigantic, perfectly-shapely jugs were left to sway slowly side to side, quivering delicately, completely naked.  At the center of her exposed areolae her big tender nipples protruded out delicately, completely exposed before the leering criminals as they swayed tenderly from side to side with the ponderous motion of her enormous breasts.

“That’s it!”  Hook said.  Hand tightening in her hair, the grinning criminal forced Specter Girl to watch.  “Now, admit it, little slut,” he purred into the whimpering teen’s ear.  “The sight of your mentor stripping turns you on… doesn’t it?”

Staring at her mentor, who now stood before her, gasping and with her hands up, in little but her panties, Specter Girl whimpered.  “Y-yes…” she finally admitted.  Lying would have been useless anyways, as the splatter of moisture rolling down Jab’s pumping hand glistened so brightly that even gaping, shocked Green Specter could see it.  “Y-yes!” she whimpered, eyes rolling back as, quivering, she started to cum.  “It-it DOESSS!!!”

With a loud squeal, driven by the merciless steel pumping in her pussy, Specter Girl came.  Watching, huge bare breasts jiggling gently back and forth upon display, Green Specter gasped in horror.  “Stop that!” she cried, as she watched her precious sidekick wiggle, and whimper, and squeal.  “She’s just a teenager!  You… you can’t do that to her!!!”

“Sure we can!” Hook sneered.  To silence her, he suddenly shoved his gun back down Specter Girl’s throat.  Then he left it there.  Specter Girl gurgled, her eyes widening in shock.  But the gun effectively silenced her quivering lips, allowing no more than a few muffled moans to pass through, as the rest of her furious orgasm shuddered through her supple and helpless teen body.  “Unless,” Hook cooed, stroking his now free hands over Specter Girl’s delightfully smooth and shapely, squirming ass, while his eyes leered at Green Specter, “you prepared to pay something in return.”

Hands upon her scantily-clad hips, Green Specter gasped in principled disbelief.  “After all I have already done,” she asked, indignantly, “what more could you possibly ask of me?!”

Hook leered, and his glittering eyes, gazing with hungry delight upon her buxom jigging body, slowly slid lower.  “You’ve just taken off your belt, and your top, slut,” he purred, his eyes leering at her crotch.  “So… why don’t you take a fucking guess?”

Green Specter gasped softly.  Her eyes widened and she breathed deep.  Her lovely eyes briefly dipped down, towards her crotch.  Then they snapped upwards.  Her face twisted into rage.

“No!” she said.  She shook her head, violently.  “I could never do that! 

“Mmm,” Hook said, in mock disappointment.  “Sounds like she don’t care about her sidekick after all.  Huh, Jab?”

“Yep,” Jab said.  “Not at all!”  The hand that idly been pumping his Mac 10 in and out of Specter Girl’s pussy suddenly jammed it in, hard.  Rearing back, Specter Girl bucked and squealed loudly, helplessly, in his partner’s arms, eyes flashing wildly over the silencing gun.

“Oh, Goddess!” Green Specter gasped.  Unable to keep her hands up beside her head as she had been commanded they darted down to hover over her hips.  “S-stop it!” she pleaded.  Her hands had gone there instinctively, to grab something from her now non-existent belt.  But all that lay between them now were her skimpy, squirming little panties.  Her fingers ended up hovering over the tiny bottoms, as if preparing to take them off.

“If you want us to stop, bitch,” Jab said, pumping his gun as hard as he possibly could up Specter Girl’s pussy, “you know what you gotta do!”  He fingered the trigger, threateningly.

“Oh, G-goddess!” Green Specter gasped.  Her full red lips quivered in horror.  Body squirming desperately her gorgeous blonde head darted swiftly one way and then the other.  In every direction she was surrounded by kneeling gaping cops, and by the countless eyes that lurked behind the imposing windows of the towering projects.  Then her head spun back around and her one visible eye gaped wide in horror at the two leering criminals and their squirming, whimpering victim.

“C’mon, bitch!” Hook said.  Holding onto Specter Girl’s helplessly wiggling upper half, he openly squeezed and groped her large, helplessly jiggling teen titties.  “Don’t make us go all out!”

“Okay!  OKAY!” the buxom blonde heroine gasped.  She raised her hands up, fingers spread, plaintively.  “A…alright!  You win!  I… I’ll pull down my panties!”

With a loud moan, Green Specter suddenly bent low before her leering enemies.  Her golden hair fell down in a lustrous spill and washed around her feet like a blonde waterfall.  Her buxom hips wiggled, nervously, before cops and criminals alike.  Her hands slowly caressed up her thighs until they arrived at the tiny hip straps of her imperiled green panties.  Her thumbs slowly slid up inside, curling around the straps, preparing to pull them down.

Then Green Specter paused suddenly, gasping in shock, as it finally struck home within her head what she was about to do.  Her buxom hips squirmed back and forth, in instinctive sexual dread.  The gaping cops watched in awe as the heroine’s delicately bulging green mound peeked at them between her creamy mighty thighs, beneath the swell of her uplifted and well-presented bubble-butt 

But in the end, already bent low, thumbs already through her panties’ straps, she had no choice but to follow through.  After several seconds of wigging delay, before the disbelieving gapes of the cops and the mocking laughter of the eagerly watching criminals, Green Specter finally slid the gloved thumbs of her own hands further into the skimpy hip straps of her panties, closing her hands around them until they were clutched tight in both of her trembling fists.  Then slowly, her whole body trembling slightly with anticipation, she pulled them away from her silky round flesh.  Slowly, ever so slowly, as the criminal laughter grew steadily all around her, she lifted the swooping skimpy seat of her panties up away from her buxom ass, until they were stretched out high above her between her hooked and quivering thumbs.  Then, ever so slowly, she pulled them down and around behind her jutting rounded ass. 

Hands trembling but unable to stop, pulling first from one side and then the other, she tugged them down onto her long and helplessly squirming thighs.  The cops leaned forward, gaping in awe, quivering in anticipation.  At last the slender green crotch of the super-heroine’s panty peeled out from between her thighs, exposing her pussy to view.  Green Specter gasped softly, wide-eyed, into the ground as a sudden puff of cold air wafting across her snatch announced that her sacred pussy was now completely on display.  Uplifted and wiggling between her thighs, it glistened delicately, defenselessly, before the mercilessly looming slums and awed, staring cops.  Green Specter moaned and briefly was unable to help herself.  Feeling that cold air on her pussy she suddenly stopped stripping and wiggled, whimpering, her tiny panties wrapped in a taut and humiliating fetter halfway down her shapely squirming thighs.  But once more she had no choice but to keep on stripping.  Bending all the way to the ground, with a soft gasp the humiliated heroine finally pulled her tiny satin panties all the way down, slipping them past the cuffs of her gleaming emerald boots, until they settled into a little ring around her ankles.

With a loud gasp, Green Specter surged back up to her feet and stood, naked, squirming, and humiliatingly, delicately fettered before her foes.

The two criminals whooped, and leered.  They had taken the opportunity, while Green Specter was bent over and stripping before them, to deposit her distractingly squirming sidekick behind them.  Looping her shackled wrists over a convenient hook on the rear wall of the store, they had disposed of her and left her there.  The blonde sidekick wiggled and squirmed, hung upon the wall like a voluptuous piece of art.  Post-orgasmic juices flowed in rivers down her supple teen thighs.  Jab had retrieved his gun from her pussy, leaving it gaping wide open and dribbling with her fluids.  Still more coated the gun itself.  Leering, he stroked its dripping length suggestively as he eagerly surveyed the huge-breasted heroinely nakedness that now jiggled pneumatically before him.  Hook had left his gun down Specter Girl’s throat, keeping the whimpering blonde sidekick silenced.  Hands free, he was openly rubbing himself through his pants.

“C’mon, bitch,” Jab said, smirking.  “Take ‘em off and toss ‘em our way!”

“Oh!  You bastards!” Green Specter gasped, eyes flaring in fury to see what they had done with her sidekick.  Then, she got a hold of herself, and remembered her professional dignity.  Her luscious lips curled up into a defiant snarl as she looked back up into his face.  “But if you insist,” she hissed, eyes flashing, “then I suppose I have no choice.”

Clutching one arm over her huge jostling boobies and thrusting the other down between her legs to cover her drooling snatch, Green Specter snarled defiantly above… while, below, her big clunky boots stepped delicately, almost daintily, out of her tiny fallen panties.  The little emerald thong slid down off one toe and then the other, to land in a little heap directly before her feet.  Bending low, she picked them up.  Then, still snarling with defiance, she leaned forward and tossed them out to land near her bustier.  Standing back up, she raised both hands up beside her head and glared.

“There,” she said.  “I am naked.”  She wiggled her body slightly, making it jiggle delightfully, to demonstrate.  “My breasts, my vagina… my entire body lies exposed, completely at your mercy.”  She gestured a gloved hand down, first at her enormous wobbling breasts, then at her trim and defenseless blonde bush which lay, on complete display, just above the delicately parted and glistening lips of her bare pussy.  “Now, at last, that I am entirely defenseless, may I please come in and negotiate in person for my sidekick?”

Hook and Jab shared a brief look.  Hook turned back and leered.  “No,” he said.

“No?!” Green Specter gasped, shocked.  Furious, she stamped her foot… which made her huge boobies slosh violently around her inadequately clutching glove.  “I… I have stripped off everything, including my panties!  What more could you possibly want?!”

Jab’s lips turned up in a smirk.  “We want you to dance for us, bitch,” he said.

“D-dance?!” Green Specter asked, in disbelief.

“Yeah,” Hook said, leering.  “We gotta see you moving from all sides, to make sure you ain’t hiding anything.  So dance for us, bitch.  Shake that butt and those boobies, and shake ‘em like you want it!”

Green Specter’s eyes flashed wide with fury.  Tilting her head back, her lips trembled in fury as she snarled.  “I… I could never do that!” she hissed.  “I am a super-heroine!  Dancing nude for the pleasure of men – especially for filthy domineering men such as you – is utterly beneath me!”

“What’s the matter, slut?” Jab asked.  “You ain’t scared, are you?”

“S-scared?!” Green Specter gasped, shocked.

“Yeah, she sounds scared,” Hook said, leering.  “Scared to show us how fat her ass really is!”

“I’m not scared!” Green Specter snapped.  Her bare body wiggled, furiously, beneath her precariously clutching hands, outraged at the very idea.  “Green Specter is scared of nothing!”

“Then prove it, bitch!” Jab purred, his teeth glittering as he smiled.

“She ain’t gonna,” Hook sneered, his eyes glittering as they took in the bouncy wonders already on display before him.  “She ain’t got the guts!”

“Oooh!” Green Specter hissed.  Her mouth contorted with rage, then peeled back in a defiant, sultry snarl.  “V-very well,” she hissed, dropping her head and glaring.  “If you want Green Specter to dance, she will dance!”

Despite her words, for several seconds Green Specter’s hands remained clutched protectively over the tenderest parts of her body.  Then, finally, fingers trembling slightly, she withdrew them.  Her huge bare boobies finally came forth to jiggle spectacularly before the leering criminals, while her fingers finally pulled reluctantly aside to let them get a sustained view of her delicate, glistening pussy.  Fingers trembling, Green Specter nevertheless lifted her chin haughtily, and let them get a good look.  Then, slowly, she raised both arms up above her head and, taking a deep breath, began to dance.

She started by rolling her buxom hips back and forth, causing them to grind and dive rhythmically before the leering thugs.  At the same time she swung her shoulders back and forth, making her huge tits bounce and shake in a ponderous yet pneumatic display of jiggling, jostling cleavage for her tormentors.  Despite her bravado, as she shook her body for their pleasure Green Specter found herself unable to look the two leering brutes in the eye.  Her gorgeous blonde head spun first one way and then the other, hiding behind her lifted arms, as she jiggled and danced before them.

Finally, unable to face them at all, Green Specter executed a slow, dancing turn away from them.  Putting her hands down upon her body, she slid her fingers up and down her spectacular curves, tracing over her bountiful ass and huge breasts… as if showing off every inch of their silky curvy contours for her audience, criminal and cop alike.  Meanwhile, her ass gyrated wildly before the leering criminals, bouncing and quivering like a bubble-bunned heart-shaped wonderland before the delightedly throbbing bulges in their pants.

Meanwhile, dancing away from the criminals, Green Specter opened her eyes and gasped in helpless shame as she realized she was now also dancing directly before the cops.  Hands slowly climbing up her jiggling body, she clutched them to her blonde head and thrashed it first one way and then the other, whimpering in humiliation… even as her voluptuous bare body continued to wiggle and jiggle deliciously below.  Every last cop, male and female alike, watched the dancing heroine in rapt and mouth-agape awe.  Several had already tilted their dash cams or uniform cams over carefully to make sure they captured every detail of her performance. 

Finally, hands up and caressing over her face, Green Specter turned her body back around to face the criminals.  Still unable to look them in the eyes she kept her gorgeous head turned, even as her enormous boobies and delicately drooling snatch came back around to bounce and squirm delectably before them.  Shuddering with humiliation, Green Specter finally closed her eyes and, gasping in deep, turned her gorgeous and unshielded face once more forward towards the waiting criminals.  Hands going down to her belly she stroked them tenderly across it, and up and down her thighs, as she danced blindly before their merciless unseen gaze.  Her blush deepened, and, letting out a tiny whimper of humiliation, she softly licked her lips.  Then, having steeled herself as best she could, she finally opened her eyes once more.

Instantly, both gorgeous green orbs flew wide.  “Oh… oh, my Goddess!” Green Specter gasped, her jaw dropping.  Her grinding body suddenly froze, hunched over slightly in mid-dance, as she stared in transfixed awe.  The sumptuous curves of her voluptuous charms swayed and jiggled on their own a few times before finally coming to a silky and delicate halt.

For, as she had danced, Hook and Jab had thrown off all pretense.  Yanking open their pants, they had hauled out their dicks and just started openly jerking it to the sight of the dancing, naked heroine.  Locking onto their exposed schlongs, Green Specter’s mouth and eyes slowly spread even wider in awe.  Clutched in their pumping fists both cocks were well over a foot in length and pussy-ruiningly thick.  Jab was slightly longer, Hook slightly girthier.  Each was big enough, on its own, to make Green Specter momentarily light headed.  Both at once caused waver upon her booted feet, suddenly feeling dazed just from the sight of them

“What’s wrong, bitch?” Hook asked, leering, as his fist continued eagerly to pump along his twitching member.

“You see somethin’ you like?” Jab asked, sneering, as he did the same.

“Ab-absolutely not!” Green Specter said, instantly.  With some effort she yanked her eyes up off their dicks and, keeping them with some effort on their leering faces, gave both the evil thugs a furious and sultrily defiant snarl.  “I am a super-heroine, and have no interest in foul criminal members!” she said. 

Hands coming down to rest upon her buxom bare hips, the heroine gave the two cock-exposed criminals a defiant, sultry snarl.  Yet every time she blinked her eyes, she could see both gigantic dicks clear as day before her, as if painted to the insides of her lovely long-lashed eyelids.  Ignoring this, the mighty bare-pussied heroine tilted her gorgeous head further back, and pulled her full red lips out into a more furious snarl.

“Now,” she hissed, imperiously, out at the two grinning thugs, “may I please come in?  Have I not negotiated in good faith?  I have done everything you asked – removed every piece of my costume, performed every indignity you requested.  Is it not time for you to uphold your end of the bargain and let me in, so that serious negotiations can finally begin?” 

Hook and Jab turned their heads briefly to one another, and exchanged an amused glance.

“I dunno, Jab,” Hook said, pumping away.  “Still seems awfully tricksy to me!”

“Yeah, Hook,” Jab said, running his hand luxuriantly up and down his own immense, excitedly-twitching cock as he enjoyed the vistas of shapely offended super-heroine flesh jiggling decoratively before him.  “These super-sluts… they come with built in pockets, just to hide stuff from honest criminals like us!”

“You’re right, Jab,” Hook said, leering.  A bit of eager precum ran out of the tip of his cock, moistening his hand.  “Why she could have just about anything up that sneaky little pussy of hers!”

“My… my pussy?” Green Specter gasped, shocked.  “D-don’t be ridiculous!  I don’t have anything up my pussy!”  This was not, strictly speaking true, but presumably Green Specter didn’t think several gallons of oozing, anticipatory lubricant counted.

“Prove it!” Jab said.  “Spread it open and show us!”

“Never!” Green Specter seethed.  Cocking her hips, she folded her hands under her immense breasts and glared at them defiantly.

“Awww…” Hook said, putting a mockingly sad expression upon his face.  “Guess after all of that she don’t really want to rescue her sidekick after all.  Do she, Jab?”

“Naaww…” Jab said, shaking his head.  “What a shame…”

“Ooooh!!!” Green Specter seethed.  Dropping her hands back down to clench her fists to either side of her lusciously rounded hips, she stamped her booted foot upon the pavement.  “Alright!” she hissed, furious.  “You win!  I’ll do it!”  Shaking her head in disgust, Green Specter hissed with frustration.  “You idiots just add condition after condition, without warning!  You… you are the worst negotiators I have ever seen!” she said, angrily.

Backing up slowly, Green Specter gently settled her jutting and rotund ass gingerly onto the hood of a smoking shot-up police car that had waited a few yards behind her it.  Growling furiously, the blonde heroine nevertheless lifted and spread her mighty long legs.  Behind her, cops of both genders leaned out and gaped down in awe, mindless of the danger.  Jab could have picked them all off with one good rip of his machinegun, but, grinning, held back and let them get their peeks.  Gritting her teeth, Green Specter glared furiously at the smirking criminals waiting and watching before her, and slowly dropped a single gloved hand down between her legs.

“You want to see up my pussy?” she asked the criminals, furiously.  “You really want to see inside it?”

“Hell yeah, bitch!” Hook laughed, and waggled his tongue back and forth in his mouth eagerly.

“Get ready!” Green Specter hissed.

“We’re ready!” Jab chuckled, leering.

Growling like a dangerous she-panther, Green Specter put her emerald hand down onto her pussy.  But, rather than immediately opening up she first massaged it a few times.  She gasped, despite herself, full red lips quivering with unwanted yet irresistible pleasure, as her fingers rubbed back and forth over her aching outer folds.  A fresh surge of moisture welled up out of her pussy, oozing through her slender silken-clad fingers and dripping down her ass onto the hood of the car.

“Here it comes!” Green Specter said.

Her luscious, opulent upper lips were fixed into a sultry and defiant snarl… even as her flatly rubbing fingers made a last few swirling strokes over her dripping lower ones.  Then, with a slight shuddering gasp, Green Specter pulled her fingers up to the top of her pussy, pulled her two smallest fingers back beneath her palm, and then slid only the two longest of her thin, elegant digits down inside her pussy.  Her luscious mouth dropped and gasped, her tongue snaking back and forth between her opulent red petals, as she entered herself.  Breathing fast, in a way that caused her enormous breasts to jiggle delightfully, she gave herself another few deep, tender strokes with her two self-invading fingers.  Then, pulling them back until only the tips remained inside her she once more fixed her leering foes with a furious glare and, lips trembling in a snarl, slowly spread her fingers wide.

“Ooohh…” Hook and Jab both said, eyes lighting up, as Green Specter’s delicate and glistening pussy lips spread wide apart, propelled by her own elegant gloved fingers.  Her moist pink channel slowly opened up between her digits, quivering and dripping invitingly.  Their hands began to pump faster on their delightedly pulsing dicks.

Gaping down in shock, Green Specter briefly looked upon her own spread pussy in disbelief.  But, licking her luscious quivering lips, she could not help herself.  Slowly, her fingers continued to spread wider and wider, pushing her delicate pussy lips farther and farther apart.  The high-rise slums towered all around her, and soon any lucky low-life with a telescope could have looked straight down the glistening pink depths of Green Specter’s pussy.  But still her fingers kept spreading, until, having scissored as far apart as possible, her straining pussy lips were spread as far apart as they would go.  Which was still slightly narrower than the tremendous girth of the two thugs’ delightedly twitching penises.

“Th-there!” Green Specter called forth, defiantly.  But she could not keep a slight quiver out of her voice, as she held her delicate and unprotected pussy wide and let them see it all.  “Is that enough, you… you perverts?!”

“Nah,” Jab said, immediately, sneering.  “Poke around in there, slut!  We gotta see for sure you’re not hiding anything!”

“Oh!  You… you fiends!” Green Specter gasped, indignantly.  But, spread and exposed before her foes, she decided she had no choice but to obey.  Reaching down, she slid her free hand down in between her impossibly wide-spread, trembling fingers, and inserted a single long finger up inside herself.  “Oh!” she gasped, in shock.  At the slightest touch in the tender depths of her pussy, her head rocked back and her jaw quivered in awe.  Her long and mighty legs, spread wide, lifted high in the air and trembled, as a helpless shudder of pleasure radiating out from her pussy to the very tips of her elegantly booted toes.

“Keep going, bitch!” Hook laughed.  “Feel all around in there and shit!”

“Deeper, slut!  Go deeper!” Jab called.

Green Specter moaned, writhing in pleasure and humiliation.  But, even without their instructions, she would barely have been able to resist.  Her fingers trembling as they held herself almost impossibly wide, Green Specter’s naughty finger slid delicately back and forth inside her slit, caressing one glistening interior surface then the other.  Her head rocked backwards, full lips gasping with pleasure.  She hesitated, rubbing lightly just beneath it, and then, blushing slightly, slid her fingertip up and brushed it ever so gently around her clitoris.  Her head rolled to one side, rubbing kittenishly against the police car’s wind screen, and let out a deep, shuddering sigh.  Her buxom hips wiggled and quivered desperately as she played with herself.  Slowly, hesitantly, a second finger slid up and joined the first, rubbing and thrusting inside her pussy… then a third.  Soon, head thrashing back and forth and gasping with pleasure, the sultry blonde heroine had half her hand pumping in and out of her pussy.  Her copious juices soaked her green-gloved hand down to the wrist, and dribbled down her bouncing bubble-shaped butt to roll in shining, trickling streams down the shot-up hood of the car.  The action between her legs had long since ceased to be about obeying the criminals’ directions.  Though she would barely admit it even to herself, as Green Specter writhed and gasped upon the car, she was desperately trying to make herself cum.  But, try as she might, the buxom, sweat-dripping bare heroine just couldn’t quite get herself there.

Then the criminals lent their assistance.

“That’s good!” Jab called.  “But you still ain’t going deep enough.  Here, slut.  Use this!”

Cracking open the reinforced steel door, he lobbed out a long purple object via an underhanded toss.  Lost in her near-orgasmic world, Green Specter momentarily tensed and gasped (hand still in her pussy), thinking it might be a grenade.  With unerring accuracy it landed right next to her buxom bare hip.  She gaped down at it in shock, fingers momentarily leaving her oozing pussy.  It was a gigantic purple vibrator, knobby and long.  The villain had helpfully lubed it for her, and it was dripping with artificial juices.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Green Specter cried, gazing down upon the glistening dildo in shock.  Pulling her hand out of her pussy, she reached over and, with trembling fingers, traced gently down its length.  Curling her fingers around it she felt its tremendous girth, and gasped in awe.  Her lovely eyes turned up, looked the two grinning, leering criminals in the eye… then, with a soft gasp of breath, shot right back down to the enormous dildo.

‘I… I shouldn’t…’ she thought to herself.  But her delicate green-gloved fingers were already tracing over the dildo’s huge nodules in wonder, almost as if of their own accord.

“Okay…” the mighty heroine said.  Lifting her head up sternly, she fixed the two fist-pumping villains with a haughty and imperious glare.  “If you insist…” she said.

Grabbing up the massive dildo by its handle, she pressed it to the lips of her pussy.  She gasped, gaping downwards in awe, as, even as spread out as her lips already were, they still distended slightly around the mammoth tip of the well-lubed dildo.  Releasing her pussy lips, she let them settle around the very tip of the dildo and reached down to take a firm, double-handed grip upon the massive tool.  She hesitated momentarily, biting her lip.  Then, with a single powerful stroke of both her sleekly muscular arms, she suddenly drove the gigantic purple beast up inside herself.

“Oh GODDDESSS!!!” she shrieked, eyes popping wide, as the massive beast gorged itself on her pussy.  But she couldn’t resist, even for a second.  Moist hands fumbling clumsily she quickly took a tighter grip upon the handle, and then sloooowly pulled it out.  “Ohhhh… god….” she whispered, eyes closed and lips shuddering, as the vast plastic phallus slowly withdrew from her quivering, overstretched cunt.  Finally, only the massive knobby tip remained inside her.  She paused a moment, stirring it briefly within her cream-leaking lips.  Then, steeling herself, she slammed it in again.  And again.  And again.

“Oh…  G-g-great Godd-dd-ddesss…” Green Specter moaned, her voice shuddering, her head rolling back and quivering in shock, as she pounded herself brutally with the huge fake dick.

“That’s it, bitch!” Jab said.  “You lovin’ that ain’t you!”

“Don’t worry about ruining yourself, slut!  It’s slightly smaller than ours!” Hook laughed.

Green Specter was already so far gone she barely heard them.  Though the purple dildo was ridiculously huge, the special lube the criminals had helpfully slathered all over it allowed it to slide smoothly, yet brutally, in and out of her pussy.  She whimpered, her eyes rolling beneath her sultry lids.  Her pumping hands steadily and helplessly increased their pace.  Soon the huge dildo was pounding in and out of her so fast that it seemed to blur.  “Oh, G-d-g-g-godddess!” Green Specter moaned, her voice shaking in perfect time to the machine-gun-like, rapid-fire domination of her pussy.  Juices, mostly her own, flew from her ravaged overstretched snatch in arcing, glistening streamers, to land upon the gleaming chrome bumper of the car, the filthy pavement, and even her own distant and discarded bustier and panties.  Then her hands, fumbling for a better grip on the flying and steadily dampening handle of the dildo, accidentally brushed into and pressed a switch, and the whole giant purple beast promptly began to violently shake and vibrate inside her.

“Oh, Great MERCCCY!!!” Green Specter promptly shrieked.  Her head slammed back to press hard against the windscreen of the car and, driven further, her entire buxom naked body arched upwards off the juice-streaked hood and shook.  “Oh, GODDESSS!!!” she screamed.  Body lifted high and shaking like a live wire, suspended only by the tips of her toes and the crown of her gaping blonde head, her blurring hands slammed the vibrating beast furiously within her cunt.  “OH!  OH! OH!” Green Specter said, her upside-down face gaping out into the universe, past the awed staring cops, without seeing them.  “I’m CUMMMMMINNGGG!!!”

Her whole arched body lifted high, and shook.  A burst of moisture like none before splattered from her quivering pussy.  Green Specter screamed, and screamed, and screamed.

Then, shuddering, her shiny sweat-slathered voluptuous body collapsed, trembling, down onto the car.  Her powerful, shapely limbs and classic hourglass-shaped torso slumped flat against every contour of the shot-up hood.  Her hands, twitching slightly, slowly slid off the handle of the huge dildo and dropped down to lay, quivering, to either side of her fertile swollen hips.  Her gorgeous face gaped at the sky, eyes blinking slowly beneath her lovely long lashes yet seeing nothing but tweeting birds, fluffy clouds, and visions of gigantic winged purple dicks.

Bereft of guidance or support, the huge dildo remained in her pussy, still buzzing away.  Squeezed by the tight muscular walls of her snatch, the massive bloated beast sloooowly distended out of her, almost like she was giving birth to a mutant purple worm.  Her body quivered slightly as it did so, but otherwise she appeared completely spent, her hands resting lightly upon her flat sexy belly and her huge shapely breasts jiggling slightly with her post-orgasmic squirms.  Finally, the huge vibrator passed the point of no return and, tilting rapidly downward, oozed out of her pussy with a loud wet ‘splorp!’  It landed upon the hood of the car and lay there, rocking slightly back and forth, in between her mighty, sleek, and humiliatingly wide-spread thighs.

“Bravo, bitch!” Jab laughed, clapping his hands.  “Bravo!”

“Encore!  Encore!” Hook called, doing the same.

Stirred by their mocking cheers, Green Specter gasped.  Not yet quite ready to rise, she squirmed fleshily upon the hood of the car, huge round buttocks wiggling against its slick surface and long elegant legs sliding delicately back and forth along the edges of the hood in a fruitless but picturesque quest for purchase.  Finally, putting both hands beneath her, Green Specter pushed her torso up.  Gasping, she shook her head to send some stray sweaty strands of blonde hair flying back behind her shoulder.  Then, one eye concealed behind her remaining golden tresses, she raised her chin up and managed to give the mockingly clapping thugs one of her trademark, aristocratic glares.

“Have I satisfied you at last?” she asked, haughtily.  Between her legs, the vibrator continued to buzz.  “Are you convinced I have nothing to hide what-so-ever?”

“I’d say so, bitch!” Jab laughed.  Reaching over, he opened up the steel door, and without exposing himself to fire, threw it wide open.  “Come on in!”

“Thank you!” Green Specter said, indignantly.  Getting shakily back onto her feet, she stood up and posed herself haughtily before them.  Not one to appear too eager, she took a few seconds to primp and prepare her glorious half-naked body for its audience.  She ran her hands through her lustrous golden hair, fixing her style back into perfect artful form.  She wiped her bare bottom and, bending over, rubbed up and down the backs of her thighs, both of which had become coated with trickling moisture.  Then, putting both hands upon her hips she marched imperiously forward.  Her huge bare bottom swayed and jiggled decoratively towards the dark and waiting door, as the cops peered out and watched.

At the edge of the door, Green Specter momentarily stopped.  Turning her head, she picked out the gaping Lieutenant and fixed her with her gaze.  “See?” she cooed, smiling sultrily.  “A little dedication to your job, and these boys are eating right out of your hand!”  Then, without another word she turned and vanished into the dark portal.

Once she was through, the sudden darkness momentarily blinded her.  She blinked her eyes and, as they cleared, darted them back and forth rapidly, taking in her surroundings.

The store had been closed for months before the criminals took it over as their stronghold – and it showed.  The interior was scarred and gouged.  The floor was bare concrete, and mostly empty.  What furnishing had remained the criminals had smashed up and shoved aside.  In the far corner, behind where the counter once was, a padlocked trap door presumably led to a cellar or basement.  Several hooks along the back wall, remnants of an old shelving system, remained… and Specter Girl was currently hanging by her bound wrists, and squirming helplessly, from the farthest one.  In the opposite corner, beside the window, lay a pair of huge duffle bags bulging with money, bags of cocaine, glittering jewelry, and other loot from the criminals’ recent thieving rampage.  From the side pockets of one bag protruded a few more identical dildos, a couple large bottles of lube, and various other sex toys.  The side pocket of the other bag was open and packed to overflowing with handcuffs, ball-gags, blindfolds, cord, and other fun and useful toys.

Hook stood just beside Specter Girl, his gun pointed at her helpless squirming belly and his finger a millimeter off the trigger.  While Green Specter had been preening before him he’d retrieved the gun from Specter Girl’s gullet, and replaced it with a more conventional ball gag.  He had also put a blindfold over her eyes.  The shapely little sidekick squirmed and wiggled completely blind, mute, and helpless, having no idea what was going on.

Of Jab, Green Specter at first saw no sign.  Suddenly, the steel door slammed closed behind her, causing a rush of wind to brush across her ass.  She heard footsteps and a chuckle, as Jab walked out from some hidey hole to stand directly behind her.  He had his gun ready and trained on her.

“Walk forward, bitch,” he said.

But despite being naked and surrounded, Green Specter showed not the slightest trace of concern.  ‘They aren’t going to use their guns on me,’ she thought to herself, within her beautiful blonde head.  ‘They want me way, way too badly now…’  Her smirk broadened.  Head held high and her magnificent body held poised, she turned her head, and looked him in the eye over her shoulder.  “Of course,” she purred.  Her eyelids slid down to half-mast.  “You’re in charge,” she assured him, in a soft coo.  ‘For the moment,’ she softly added, smirking, inside her beautiful blonde head.

Elegantly, confidently, she strutted forward, like a dancer coming to center stage to start her performance.  When she reached the middle of the room, she stopped, and put her hands on her buxomly curved hips.  She now stood directly before the huge bullet-proof window, before the cops and the looming projects and everything else.  “Is this far enough?” she asked, smiling sweetly.

“Yeah, bitch,” Hook said.  Eyes gaping down at her, his jaw hung open, as he studied her body in awe.  Though he had seen it pose and strip and dance for him no more than a few yards away this was the first time it was jiggling before him completely unprotected, not shielded by glass or any other obstruction.  He looked on in awe as her huge boobies swayed heavily back and forth, so close that with a sudden lunge and dart of his hand he could have cupped and squeezed them.  Below them, her flat, muscular, yet silkily sexy belly was cast into a marvelous portrait of soft glowing surfaces and dappled shadows by the streaming light.  Below that her sacred pussy continued to ooze with moisture, between her wide-spread and magnificently thick, powerful, yet shapely thighs.  Behind her, Jab was having similar distracting thoughts, gaping in awe at the heroine’s absurdly pronounced hourglass figure and her rotundly projecting, globular, and yet perfectly firm and silky-smooth ass.

“So…” she cooed, her smug smirk steadily spreading upon her gorgeous sultry features, “Are you boys ready to talk terms?”  She shifted her weight slowly back and forth, and dropped her hands to rub them, briefly, down her silkily curved body.  Her smirk broadened even further, as the two criminals stared and gurgled in awe.

‘That’s it…’ she thought, deviously, within her sultrily smiling head.  ‘You know the only ‘terms’ you boys are interested in now… but to claim them, you’ll have to get close!’  It was no accident that her body was poised before them, naked, delicately jiggling, and, inevitably, her naked pussy dripping with juices.  ‘It’s all going according to plan…’ she thought to herself, smugly.

“Terms… terms of what?” Hook asked, stumbling closer.  Behind her, she could hear Jab doing the same.

“Terms,” she purred, richly, the smirk upon her full red lips growing to dominate her entire face, “of your surrender!”

Wrenching his eyes off her drooling pussy, Hook’s gaze darted up and gave her face a sharp look.  “Surrender?!” he asked.  “Why the hell should we surrender, bitch?”

Gazing patronizingly down at him from atop her tall spiked heels, Green Specter let out a sultry little chuckle, savoring the moment.  “Because I have you exactly where I want you,” the naked heroine explained, in a confident purr.  “One little spin kick and you’ll both be on the floor.  I don’t care how fast you think you are – I’m faster.  If you can even bear to shoot me at all.”  Tilting her chin up, she regarded the greasy criminal like she would a bit of filth found on the bottom of her shoe.  “Or – assuming you don’t want to wake up in the hospital – you can do this the easy way and just set your gun down and surrender.”  She blinked, her brow furrowing slightly.  “Make that both of them,” she added, looking and sounding slightly puzzled.

Looking up into the gorgeous heroine’s face, Hook’s lip bent up slightly into a tiny smirk of his own.  “Both of them?” he asked, knowingly.

“Yes…” Green Specter said.  Swaying slightly back and forth upon her amazing, mile-long legs, she blinked her eyes in bewildered confusion.  “Both of your guns… both of you…”

Before her gaze, Hook had split in two, like his gun before him.  The two Hooks swung wide apart, slid back together, briefly merged, and then slid back apart again.  Green Specter’s eyes blinked slowly, her brain oozing and mystified.  She swayed slowly from side to side, her huge breasts and luscious curves jiggling delicately.  Then, suddenly, she gasped, her eyes widening and her jaw dropping in horror.  “Oh, my Goddess!” she moaned.  “I’ve… I’ve been drugged!”

Studying the wobbling heroine with huge grins upon their faces, Hook and Jab both chuckled.  “Yep!” Hook said, leering at the delightful quivering her drunken state was inducing in her magnificent, naked flesh.

“H-how?” the horrified heroine whimpered.

Grinning, Hook pointed towards one of their duffle bags.  Several more large dildos just like hers stuck out.  Beneath it was a rag, and next to it, instead of a bottle of lube… a bottle of thick juicy ointment Green Specter’s widening and horrified eyes instantly recognized as a powerful, will-deadening soporific.  “Through the membranes of your own pussy, you filthy bitch!” Hook cackled with glee.

“Noooo!” Green Specter whimpered.

Crying out in desperation, she tried to implement the deadly spin kick she had just bragged about so arrogantly.  But instead of the smooth, practiced, lightning quick motions her body normally provided, Green Specter lifted one leg high and, drawn down by the ponderous sway of her own breasts, immediately toppled ingloriously forward.  Dropping his gun – which was not actually loaded - Hook let her plummet into his arms, seizing her by her hair and shoulders.  This would actually have put her in perfect position for any of another four of her trademark moves… had the glorious heroine been in a state to use them.  Instead, all she turned out to be fit to do was drool and jiggle spectacularly, all over him.  “Fuck!” Hook said.  “Get her hands, quick!”

Having already stashed his own gun in his pants, Jab darted forward with every bit of startling speed that Green Specter now lacked.  The bewildered heroine cried out in dismay but could do nothing to effectively resist as her wrists were seized and dragged behind her back.  With a sudden flash of chrome Jab jerked a pair of stolen police handcuffs out of his trousers and slapped them around the heroine’s wrists, binding the buxom beauty’s hands firmly behind her back.

“No!  NO!” Green Specter moaned, as she realized she was now helpless.  Despite her predicament, a sudden, explosive surge of moisture instantly spurted down into her pussy.

Laughing with glee, the criminals celebrated their victory by seizing Green Specter’s luscious body and having a field day with it.  Green Specter whimpered and squirmed as Jab stroked luxuriantly up and down her wiggling bubble-shaped buttocks, sampling and squeezing every inch of their firm yet silky-soft contour.  Hook yanked her gasping head back and then, grinning, reached down and took turns hefting, stroking, and then squeezing each of her enormous, shapely, delicately wobbling boobs.

Holding her gorgeous, half-incoherent, and moaning head back, Hook looked down at the whimpering heroine and leered.

“Well, bitch?” he asked. “Ain’t you gonna make us an offer?”

Head very, very slowly clearing after the surge of drugs up from her pussy, Green Specter wiggled her luscious flesh under their caresses and blinked at him in disbelief.

“Offer?” her luscious lips whimpered, confused.

“Yeah, bitch,” he sneered.  Tiring, momentarily, of her enormous jiggling boobies he lifted his hand up and stroked it, teasingly, along her gorgeous masked face.  “Don’t tell you me you was lying the whole time.  You didn’t plan on getting in here just to try to attack us did you?”

Trying and failing to think fast through a pretty head swimming with drugs and sex, Green Specter bit her lip and wiggled, helplessly, under Jab’s gloating posterior strokes.  “Of… of course not…” she said, voice soft and trembling.  Her naked pussy, meanwhile, began to leak fluids like crazy… preparing for the backup plan.

“Well, then, bitch,” Hook cooed, leering down at her.  “Go ahead.  Make us an offer.”

Green Specter breathed deep.  Her eyes flicked over to her helpless hanging sidekick, and she blushed, before her quivering gaze returned to his face.

“How about… you let Specter Girl go, and I’ll… I’ll suck your cocks?” she asked, softly.  She licked her lips, nervously, at the mere idea of trying to take down their thick massive schlongs.

Hook sneered.  “Sorry, bitch,” he cooed.  “No deal.  Jab.  Why don’t you show this heroine our counter offer?”

Grinning, the black thug slid his stroking ass slowly down Green Specter’s epic uplifted ass… and kept going.  Green Specter’s eyes went wide, and her full quivering pink lips fell open in a gasp of shock, as his hand slid up between her thighs.  Moments later, he stuck his dark filthy finger up in between the sopping lips of her pussy.  He toyed back and forth with her outer gates for a few seconds, chuckling.  Then he shoved it deep inside.

“Oh… Goddess!” Green Specter shrieked, as she got entered.  Her whole body quivered.  But, still held helplessly in the criminal’s hands, she could do nothing to resist as her moist pussy parted easily around his thrusting finger, and began swiftly to drool with need.

“There’s our counter-offer, slut,” Hook sneered, down into her shuddering face.  “Now… you want to make us a better one, bitch?”

Green Specter wiggled and whimpered helpless as her pussy got violated.  She bit her lip, lovely face trembling, and tried to think.  But a particularly deep and cruelly directed thrust within her snatch made her head shoot back, and moan loudly with lust.

“Ohhh!” she gasped.  Lips loosened, they briefly hung open and quivered in awe.  Then, licking them, she gradually, helplessly prepared them to speak.  “I’m… I’m Axanna Morgan… b-billionare…” the gorgeous masked blonde softly admitted.  She might as well, the finger-pumped beauty rationalized inside – they could take away her mask easily enough.  “You… you… you can have… my entire fortune!  Just… just let us go!”

“Oooh!” Hook said, eyes lighting up with glee.  “Score!”  Laughing, he and Jab exchanged a high five over Green Specter’s helplessly shuddering, buxom body.  “But I’m afraid that’s still not good enough.  Jab… why don’t you up our ante a bit?”

Grinning, Jab gave Green Specter’s pussy one last deep, cruel wiggle with his finger, then slowly withdrew it… and, using two fingers, spread her dripping pussy wide.

“Oh… oh god…” Green Specter gasped.  Her head turned and, gaping over her shoulder, her eyes widened with lust and dread as she realized what was about to happen to her.

Chortling, Jab brought his hips forward and pressed the tip of his gigantic jet-black penis to the quivering wet lips of Green Specter’s pussy.  Having primed his position, he moved both hands up to her hips and took a tight, yet luxuriant, grip upon their buxom fertile swell.  He wiggled about a bit, sighing with anticipation, getting himself in just the right angle.  Then, suddenly, without warning, he clamped his hands hard into her silky rounded flesh and slammed his massive schlong in deep with savage, stunning force.

“OH, MY GAWWWDDD!!!” Green Specter squealed, as Jab’s massive black penis plowed deep up inside her tight wet quivering furrow.  The thug tilted his head back and sighed with pleasure, adoring the feeling of his entire rock-hard schlong getting worshipped by hot slick super-heroine snatch.  Then, keeping his grip tight, he began slamming his mammoth schlong furiously in and out of Green Specter’s cunt.  The mighty heroine’s pussy, impossibly wide-spread around his massive meat, quivered and drooled helplessly under each brutal punishing thrust.  Her luscious hindquarters shook, copious curvy flesh jiggling, as they got seen to hard.

“Oh, God!  Oh, God!  Oh, GOD!!!” Green Specter moaned.  Her face shook and trembled at what was going on behind her.  Her gorgeous eyes gaped up at Hook’s sneering evil face, but did not see him.

“How’s that for a counter-offer, Ms. Morgan?” he cooed, stroking his hand through her shuddering blonde tresses with mocking false tenderness.

Standing up, he kept his hand still wrapped controllingly in her hair.  This left Green Specter’s face gaping in helpless awe before his titanic penis.  As her slit got ravaged and raped, her eyes became glued to the huge criminal schlong presented before them and slowly traced back and forth across it, shivering in awe.

“You have a better offer for us yet, slut?” Hook asked, sneering down at her from on high.

Green Specter licked her lips, eyes glued to his penis.  “I…” she whispered.  “I…”  But, brain pounded to liquid oblivion by the furious slamming in her pussy, she couldn’t think straight.

“Too late,” Hook sneered.  His hand in her hair pulled down, tightening his grip.  She gasped in pain, her lips dropping open.  Her gorgeous eyes swam with tears… still staring straight at his penis.  “Here’s another one from us,” he said.

Then, without further ado, Hook shoved his huge penis up against Green Specter’s lips.  Her luscious red petals quivered in shock, as her eyes dropped down to stare, bewildered and cross-eyed, at the huge veiny shaft poised before her throat.  It was the only chance to resist she got, and she failed utterly to do so.  Moments later, his hand tightening even more in her lustrous blonde hair, Hook suddenly slammed his hips forward, driving his huge penis straight down into her gorgeous helpless head.

“Glrrgghgh!” Green Specter whimpered, eyes blinking wide in shock, as her luscious full lips slammed wide apart and the criminal’s massive, veiny, eagerly-twitching schlong slammed through them.  Inch after inch after unending inch he came, Green Specter’s lips spreading wider and her gorgeous eyes growing more lost and watery with each one.  Her throat bulged around his massive bulk.  Finally, with a gasp of pleasure, the evil thug pressed her lips up into his pubes.  And, taking a tight grip around her gorgeous head, he began to slam furiously in and out of her quivering mouth with every ounce of force his cackling, delightedly-groaning partner was using to savage her pussy.

Outside, the cops watched in shock.  The two criminals had framed Green Specter’s downfall perfectly in their bullet-proof window, giving the twenty or so DCPD officers present, the majority of them freshly-recruited and wide-eyed young ladies, a flawless front-seat view.

“Are… are we going to do anything about this, boss?” one of the few male patrolmen asked the Lieutenant, his voice shaking.  Green Specter’s buxom body jiggled violently before him in the window, like a horrific yet world-class stag film, as she was done at both ends.

“What?!” the Lieutenant asked, turning and looking at him incredulously.  “We didn’t storm the place when they had one hostage.  You want to go in now when they have two?!”

“But… but…” the patrolman sputtered.  His pants were tented out, meagerly.  During her dance he had fallen hopelessly in lust with Green Specter, and had spent much of her later actions day-dreaming of scenarios of asking her out and marrying her, after her inevitable easy victory.  Idle shattered dreams that now leaked from his eyes and spilled down his cheeks like rain.  “We… we have to do something, boss!” he whimpered.

“We are going to do something,” the Lieutenant assured him.  Reaching into her cruiser, she turned the dash cam to make sure it caught every second of Green Specter’s sexual subjugation.  Then, standing up, she put both hands upon her hips.  “We’re going to watch,” she said.

Back within, Green Specter’s eyes were rolling back in her head and her body had begun to shake helplessly as she got furiously pounded at both ends.  Her body wiggled and whimpered as Jab’s gigantic penis pounded it from behind, and Hook’s slid eagerly in and out of her helplessly quivering lips in the front.  The shaking intensified, steadily.  Finally, hands held back and body completely under the criminals’ control, Green Specter could no longer help herself.  Voice rising in furious squeals over her deep-pumping mouth plug, fingers trembling helplessly under each and every furious thrust up her dripping pussy, she finally soared over the edge and, her body trembling like a live wire, came.

“Ha ha ha!” Jab said, as he felt moisture start to shoot from the conquered bitch’s pussy.  “What a fucking slut!”

“Ah, don’t be like that!” Hook laughed, as he eagerly slammed his delighted cock in and out of her tight wet helplessly-quivering throat.  “We just negotiatin’ too HARD for her!”

Whimpering, wiggling, Green Specter could barely hear either of them over the sound of her own squeals as she climaxed.  Moisture burst in a shower from her ravaged pussy, ensuring that the horrified and helplessly watching cops knew exactly what was going on.  Meanwhile, up front, Green Specter’s battered and penis-delirious brain finally gave in.  Ceasing to be a mindless receptacle for her foe’s slamming cock, her luscious mouth delicately, hungrily, and helplessly began to suck Hook’s deep-thrusting deep-throating penis.

“Oh, yeah!” Hook gasped, head rocking back in awe.  “Oh, fuck yeah!  Turns out… this bitch know what to do with a tongue after all!”

“Oh, shit, yes!” Jab groaned, eyes closed and his whole muscular black body shuddering with pleasure.  With the new slick moistness in Green Specter’s helpless warm pussy, he could not resist slamming his massive member in and out so fast it seemed to blur.  “This is the best bitch-cunt I ever had!”

Crying out in furious release, the two criminals slammed in harder and harder and harder, as wide-eyed and whimpering Green Specter shuddered helplessly between them.  Finally, with twin screams of triumphant ecstasy, both criminals slammed in as hard as they possible could, and exploded.  “Glrrgh!” Green Specter gurgled in horror, as a sudden flood of slimy criminal seed erupted into her throat.  Though she swallowed desperately, giving the gasping thug’s spurting penis one last succulent and heavenly service in the process, she could not contain it all, and soon spurts and dribbles of semen were pouring from below her bewilderedly-blinking eyes and running in rivers down her pretty sculpted chin.  Meanwhile, behind, the sheer size and girth of Jab’s massive black penis also left no room for his titanic load, and in no time, even as he pressed in deep and gasped with victorious pleasure, his own criminal seed was drooling up out of her over-stretched pussy and running in rivulets down her shapely mighty thighs.

Finally, with twin soft sighs of pleasure, both criminals extracted their limpening cocks from Green Specter’s gaping, drooling holes.  Her pussy was left ravaged and dribbling with seed.  Her mouth hung open, puffy and bruised, her eyes turning down and gaping in disbelief as a river of seed washed down her tongue.

“Oh, holy fuck, that was good…” Hook sighed, body still singing with pleasure.

“You know it, brother,” Jab groaned, every inch of his being still exulting from the primal fuck.

Green Specter, meanwhile, was left wobbling back and forth, her face looking like she’d been hit by a truck.  Slowly, her entire buxom body quivering, she sank to her knees.

Watching her, Hook and Jab grinned.  Walking over, Hook stood over her.

“Done negotiating already, sweetheart?” he asked.  “Ready to give in, and give us anything we want?”

Green Specter breathed deep, cum dribbling from her mouth.  Slowly, she shook her gorgeous, blushing head no.

“Good,” Hook said.  “Cause we certainly ain’t.”  Looking up, he looked at his partner.  “Get a table,” he said.  Looking down again, he sneered.  “We need something to hold our final round of talks with this bitch on!”

Jab grinned, and swiftly fetched one from the pile of mostly shattered furniture that lay in a corner of the store.  The only one on offer was a small metal table which was barely the length of Green Specter’s torso.  Which, it turned out, was just perfect.  Slamming the table down, the two thugs hoisted the squawking but helpless heroine and dropped her down onto her back across it.  Her luscious legs kicked and wiggled uselessly on one side, her gorgeous face twisted and gasped over empty air on the other.  Laughing, Hook easily ducked under her luscious, powerful, yet uselessly flailing legs and popped back up in between her thighs.  Shoving them apart, he took his place before her cunt.  Dropping his massive dick down, he let its awesome limp girth land with a wet ‘splooosh!’ on her sopping pussy.

Gasping in shock, Green Specter lifted her head and gaped down her body in awe at his penis.  She licked her lips, and then looked up at his face.

“Okay…” she said softly.  “How… how about you lead me away, naked and in chains.  I order the police to let us through… and in return you leave Specter Girl behind.” 

“Nuh-uh,” Jab said, reaching down a single long dark finger to silence her luscious quivering lips.  “We past that now, baby,” he purred.

“We ain’t interested in your fake, false little offers – suck our dicks for this, get fucked for my sidekick that.  That shit’s all smokescreen anyways.  Cause we know, deep down inside… you actually want it all, bitch.”

“Everything we could do to you,” Jab said.  “You WANT to be our slave.”

He released her lips.  Green Specter whimpered and squirmed, her gorgeous eyes blinking up at him in schoolgirl-like confusion.  “That’s… that’s not true…” she whispered, softly.

“Heh heh heh,” Hook purred.  “Yes it is,” he said.  Reaching in one finger idly, he stroked her pussy, making her squirm and gasp languidly.  “We could see it, bitch, in how you moved your body,” he purred, tracing his finger back down her delicately quivering, juicy nether lips.  “We could tell, before you even knew yourself, what you was really negotiatin’ with us for.”

“When you was taking off your belt, and your bustier, and showing us your boobies,” Jab said, stroking his giant penis as he readied it for her mouth.  “We knew you were really begging us, desperately, to put you in our chains, and lead you away like the horny slut you are.”

“That’s not true!” Green Specter moaned… eyes trembling as they gaped down at his huge black cock in awe.  “I… I stripped for my sidekick!.  To… to preserve law and order.  And for justice!”

“Nah,” Hook purred, “That’s just what you told yourself, slut.  But you danced this body around for us, slut, we could see it clear as day.”  He stroked his hands luxuriantly over her silky, curvy, utterly world-class flesh.  “We could see with every wiggle, with every jiggle… how badly you wanted a couple of brutes like us to tame you.”  Then, both hands upon her body, with a swing of his hips he slammed his immense mostly-erect cock back down onto her pussy.  Fluids splattered from the quivering meat flaps as his immense schlong squished down between them.

“Oh, Goddess!” Green Specter moaned.  Her gorgeous head shot back and her lips quivered.  Her huge breath caused her massive, perfectly shapely boobs to jiggle beautifully upon her chest.  Leering, his penis now more than hard enough to deal with her mouth, Jab reached out and began to stroke their vast pillowy peaks lightly, tenderly, and teasingly.

“C’mon bitch,” he purred, as his fingers idly toyed with her erect, tender pink nipples.  “Stop lying… tell us what you really wanted, all along…”

“Nooo!” Green Specter whimpered, softly.  The squirms in her lovely body were increasing in urgency, steadily, as was the panting in her soft voice.

“Tell us what you were dreaming of, every second you pulled down your little panties… and dropped them on the floor,” Hook said.  Pulling back one hand, he used his huge penis to stroke the top of her pussy, and his hands to tease her down below it.  Green Specter moaned, wiggled, and gasped helplessly.  “What was it,” he continued, “that every inch of your body was really screaming out, as it jiggled… begging us to do for it?”

“No!” Green Specter moaned, quivering, under their double-ended and irresistible, inescapable touch.

“C’mon bitch,” Jab said, squeezing the tips of her tender titties.  His huge balls tickled at her nose.  “Tell us!”

“Tell us, bitch!” Hook said, suddenly slipping a finger in and shoving it deep up inside.  “Tell us now!”

“Oh, Goddess!” Green Specter squealed.  “Oh… okay!  I admit it!” she whimpered.  Briefly, she bit her full lip, her gorgeous face thrashing to one side.  But, with a head still besieged by drugs and a body coursing with pleasure, she could not resist.  “I… I admit it…” she whimpered, in a soft quivering voice, “When… when I stripped.. when I danced… and… and especially when I played with my pussy… every second… with every inch of my body… I… I… I DREAMED of being… being at your MERCY!  Of being spread wide… and… and fucked deep.  Of… of… of being YOURS!!!”

“Ha ha ha ha ha ha!” both criminals laughed, gleefully.

“SLUT!” Hook cackled.

“What a bitch!” Jab laughed.

Between them, her body shaking, Green Specter could do nothing but squeal as, driven by the humiliation of her admission and their expertly probing fingers, she was driven over the edge into a surging, pounding, helpless orgasm.  Her body wiggled and thrashed helplessly before them, putting on the most beautiful show of surging flawless female beauty either sneering thug had ever seen.

“Now was that so hard?” Jab laughed, stroking her orgasmically shaking titties with relish.

“Now that we both got our real cards on the table, slut,” Hook purred, spreading her quivering legs wide.  “I think we can finally get down to sealing the mother-fucking deal!”

Coming down off her shuddering orgasmic peak, Green Specter gasped in horror… both at the memories of what she’d said swimming through her climax-flooded brain, and the anticipation of what was about to happen coursing like wildfire through her luscious body.

“No!” she gasped, in horror, squirming desperately, but in a way that only served to enhance her chortling enemies’ pleasure.  “No!  You can’t do that to me!  I’m… I’m a super-heroine!”

“Not anymore bitch,” Jab said, pulling his dick back.

“You just ain’t realized it yet,” Hook purred, doing the same.

Both chortling criminals peeled her lips apart, both upper and lower pairs, and slammed their huge cocks deep inside her.  Spitted like a stuck pig, Green Specter whimpered and wiggled in awe, her eyes growing huge beneath the endless inches of Jab’s jaw-breaking penis surging through her lips.  Below a gargantuan length and thickness of veiny conquering shaft surged its way into her eager, worshipfully tightening pussy.

“Now this,” Hook sneered, “is what I call negotiation!”

Green Specter moaned loudly.  As both thugs thrust deep at the same time, she completely lost control.  Squealing with helpless, humiliating, yet irresistible pleasure, she slurped vigorously on Jab’s enormous, throat-ravaging black cock.  Her long, luscious unbound legs coiled and caressed adoringly around Hook’s greasy, vicious criminal body, helping to pull his immense criminal penis deeper into her snatch.

“Ha ha ha!” Jab laughed.

“What a slut!” Hook cackled.

For what seemed like hours, they pumped her deep.  Finally, with twin gargantuan thrusts, yelling with release and triumph, the two thugs slammed their huge schlongs brutally down inside their quivering heroinely hostage, and unleashed massive geysers of cum.  Green Specter moaned and gulped desperately, but, despite her best efforts, could not keep arcing tendrils of the black thug’s cum from hurtling from her lips and splattering all over her face.  Meanwhile, below, Hook’s penis shot a massive load of cum deep into her unprotected pussy, spewing it straight up inside her… where both criminals’ potent cum soon swirled together, within the buxom heroine’s fertile womb.  Helplessly, her precious egg floated down towards the roiling clouds of invaders.  She had no way of knowing which would fertilize her… but it was beyond certain that one day soon gorgeous Axanna would be giving birth to one of the cruel criminal’s spawn.

Afterwards, the two villains hoisted Green Specter to her feet and held her between them, her gorgeous face and huge boobies still facing out to the helplessly watching cops.  Her beautiful face, bleary-eyed and half delirious from her deep and devastating fucking, slowly turned back and forth to gape up at each of them in awe.

“You is ours now, super-bitch?” Jab said, hoisting and stroking one her enormous naked boobies.

Turning her head, Green Specter gasped up at him in awe.  “Yes,” she whispered.  Craning her head up, the conquered blonde heroine gave him a quivering, worshipful kiss.  Then she lowered her gorgeous head and blinked up at him in awe.  “I… I am your slave,” the buxom, naked heroine sighed, in roughly the same tone as she might have accepted a proposal of marriage.

“You is gonna be our plaything forever, slut,” Hook said.  His hand copiously enjoying her other huge knocker, he reached his other hand back to get an equally luxuriant handful of her buxom, jutting butt.  “Your body is just a receptacle for our seed, in between which it’s gonna labor for us on its knees.”

Turning her head, Green Specter gasped up at him in turn.  Her eyes shone.  Then, slowly, she lifted her gorgeous head.  “Thank you,” she whispered.  She licked her lips.  “Deep down… being at the mercy of a foul stud like you… is what my pussy has always wanted.”  Craning her head she kissed him too, gasping and moaning in pleasure as, in mid-kiss, the smirking criminal gave her bulging ass as a cruel, mocking squeeze. 

Outside the police trembled, and moaned in shock.  Breathing hard, the Lieutenant reached in her car… and carefully adjusted her camera again, making sure it was getting everything.

Suddenly, there was a roar of engine and a screech of tires.  Both criminals looked up from their gasping new huge-breasted toy, and their faces lit up with delight.

“Thanks, bitch!” Jab laughed.

“But we got another plaything now!” Hook said, lapping his chops.

Without warning, Jab’s hand darted back behind him and seized a pad that had lain, quietly pre-prepared, upon a table behind her.  His dark hand shot up and slammed the chloroform-soaked mask against Green Specter’s face.  Green Specter moaned.  Her gorgeous hazel eyes blinked with bewildered shock, as much or more at the fact her devoted submission was being so swiftly tossed aside as at the swirl of gases into her sealed nose and lips.  Then eyes rolling back, the buxom beauty shuddered and obediently slipped into utterly helpless slumber.

When Green Specter awoke again, gasping softly, she found herself hanging up on the back wall beside her sidekick.  Her hands were bound behind and above her, her feet chained tightly together to a ring on the floor.  Beside her, a pad fixed to her face, Specter Girl slumbered soundly.  The two blonde heroines’ breasts jiggled side by side, though Green Specter’s were quite a bit bigger.

Head still swimming and swirling with gas, Green Specter opened her eyes and blinked.  The Boxer Brothers stood to either side of the window and leered.  Across the street, parked next to her own gleaming green supercar, stood a new one:  one covered in red, white, and blue.  And in front of the wall of cop cars, in the exact same spot she had stood, was Ms. Americana.

The mightiest of all Delta City’s heroines stood tall, her chin raised high, as she glared at the two criminals in fury.  She could see, of course, the bodies of the buxom Green Specter and her shapely sidekick hanging up on the wall before her, mouths and pussies both leaking cum.  But, eyes flashing, she did her best to ignore that as she focused on the two leering criminals instead.

“Very well,” the mighty raven-haired heroine said, lifting her head high.  “If it is the Queen of Justice’s belt you want, it is the Queen of Justice’s belt you shall have!”  Raising her gloved hands up to her narrow, wasp-like waist, with an electric crackle Ms. Americana undid her belt.  Glaring defiantly, she held it out to one side and then let it drop.  It ended up on the opposite side, and the exact same distance away from her, as Green Specter’s belt, which still lay in a forlorn little heap upon the pavement.

“There,” the Queen of Justice said, haughtily, her chest swelling proudly.  “I am depowered.  Is that not enough for you two cretins?”

Turning and looking at one another, Hook and Jab chortled briefly.  Then, turning their faces back out they openly ran their gaze down the Queen of Justice’s buxom, bikini-straining body, and licked their lips in hunger.

‘No!’ Green Specter thought, desperately.  ‘Americana no… you… you don’t know what you’re dealing with!’  She tried to say something.  But all that came out was a muffled moan through her gag, and a brief deliciously-jiggling wiggle of her trussed-up naked body.  The agitation got her blood pumping again, with disastrous results.  The drugs surged up within her fuzzy head in force and, darkness filling her vision, she once more sank into a dreamless slumber.

She slept for some time, how long she would never exactly know.  Then she awoke again with a shuddering start.  Hook and Jab’s laughter filled the air all around her.

Squirming and moaning softly in her bonds, Green Specter blinked the sleep from her eyes and then slowly opened them.

Before them, through the window, Ms. Americana stood tall, a proud snarl upon her face.  Her bra lay to one side, leaving her huge breasts bare and jiggling delicately before them.  Her hands were at her waist, her thumbs through the skimpy hip-straps of her skimpy panties.

“C’mon, Ameri-bitch,” Jab purred.  Out of sight behind the window, he was already using rubber gloves and a soaked cloth to eagerly spread more drugged lubricant on another giant purple dildo.  “You know you gotta…”

“V-very well,” the Queen of Justice said, her head lifted high.  “I suppose I have no choice…”  And, with a soft gasp, the buxom raven-haired heroine slowly bent low.  Yet, like Green Specter before her, her words proved to briefly outrun her will.  For several seconds she stood, bent over, gasping and, hands trembling in the hip-straps of her proud yet tiny panties, she wiggled becomingly before her foes.  Then, bending even lower, the Queen of Justice drew in breath and steeled herself.  Slowly, gloved hands trembling, she slid her own bikini bottoms up and over the jutting epic contours of her rounded ass.  Slowly, tugging them down first on one side and then the other, she peeled them down the fertile swell of her buxom hips.  Then, bending even lower, she slowly guided them down her long sleek trembling legs and down her gleaming boots, until they settled about her ankles.

With a loud gasp, Ms. Americana surged back up to her feet.  Yet, despite her nakedness, she lifted her chin high and glared at them.  “There!” she said, defiantly.  “I have done it.  Now, may I please come in and negotiate for Green Specter’s release – like the honorable, noble heroine I am?!”

Yet, rather than immediately respond, for several seconds the two criminals just looked down, leered, and loudly chortled with glee.  For, with her famous patriotic panties wrapped in a humiliating little fetter about her ankles, the Queen of Justice’s pussy was now revealed to them… every bit as dripping, glistening, and obviously aching to be tamed as Green Specter’s had been.

Squirming in her bonds and whimpering, Green Specter herself stared in horror at the sight.  As a fellow heroine, she knew only too well the secret lusts that lurked in Ms. Americana’s buxom body – the deep, aching craving of her silky swooping curves to be chained, to be used, to be owned.  Yet, Ms. Americana did not seem to realize that her secret was exposed.  As the criminal’s laughter rolled over her, the mighty naked heroine merely lifted her chin higher and, her full and luscious red lips peeled back in a sultry snarl, gave them a seething and dangerous glare.  Yet simultaneously, a dribble of eager moisture slid out of her pussy and ran shining down her thigh.  The criminals laughed harder.

Green Specter moaned in her bonds, to see another heroine’s pussy on the verge of conquest, yet unable to do anything about it.  In her agitation the swirling toxins rose back up within her flesh, and her vision blurred.  Once more, she passed out.  When she came back, the haughty look had been wiped off Ms. Americana’s face by a loud and near-orgasmic moan.  The Queen of Justice lay upon her back upon the hood of the same sagging police cruiser upon which Green Specter had destroyed herself.  With one gloved hand, down between her spread and mighty legs, she openly played with her drooling pussy.  The other held the huge knobby purple dildo they had just thrown out to her… which dripped and drooled openly with the fetid green toxins the criminals had smeared onto it.  In her arrogance, Ms. Americana had strutted forth to engage the two criminals without bothering to get a full report from the police, and the cops had been either too craven or too horny to interject.

“C’mon, bitch,” the evil black criminal purred, leering out at her as he stroked himself.  “You know you wanna…”

“Nonsense!” the Queen of Justice haughtily replied.  Yet she was fooling no one but herself.  Her red gloved fingers trembled in anticipation, as they swirled atop her bare and leaking pussy.  Looking down onto her the huge purple tool ready to gorge upon her cunt, Ms. Americana could not keep her own luscious red lips from falling open and doing likewise.  “But…” she said, gaze locked upon the tip of her huge false cock as it hovered an inch above her drooling snatch.  She licked her lips.  “I suppose… if you insist.”

Hands trembling, Ms. Americana slowly brought the tip of her huge dildo down, and slipped it in between her labial lips.  Breathing deep, she reached down, and took a hold upon it with both hands.  Then, with a great cry, she slammed it home inside her.

“Oh… GODDESSSSS!” Ms. Americana shrieked.  Her head shooting backwards, her eyes popped wide open in awe at what she felt invading deep inside her.

Green Specter let out a loud moan, as if she too could feel the huge dildo pounding up into her own helpless cunt.  Her buxom body wiggled violently in its bonds, making her huge jugs slosh and sway dramatically.  Tragically, there was no one there to enjoy the sight.  Both criminals, hands openly and eagerly stroking up and down their enormous members, were eagerly watching Ms. Americana as the Queen of Justice, pounding in faster and faster with each passing second, vigorously destroyed herself before their very eyes.  Beyond them, the various cops could barely look away, either.  All the delicious jostling of her giant tits accomplished was, like stirring up the sediments in a glass, to once more cause the fetid toxins to rise up inside her body.  Green Specter whimpered as her vision started to blur.  Then, eyes rolling back in her head, once more she blacked out.

When she woke again it was to the sound of a loud bang.  Her dazed eyes blinked wide, and, having already forgotten the hazy visions of capture cops she’d seen earlier, she realized belatedly that the sound had been the outer door of the store getting slammed closed.

Ms. Americana slowly and smugly trod forth and stood naked before her, side on, between the two criminals… and directly in front of Green Specter.  Putting her hands upon her buxom hips, a slow smirk gradually spread across Ms. Americana’s face.

“You criminals never learn, do you?” she asked, smugly, as she prepared to put her plan in motion.

“No,” Hook said.  He watched, as Ms. Americana’s body stood, gorgeous and slightly swaying, before him.  Slowly, a look of slight horror and confusion appeared on Americana’s beautiful face as her vision started to blur.  Her round, fertile heroinely hips started to sway back and forth.  Then, suddenly, with a moan, she toppled backwards, ass first… straight into Jab’s eager, chortling embrace.

“Then again,” Hook sneered, as he and his partner swiftly swarmed and subdued the whimpering, squirming, and humiliatingly pussy-drugged Queen of Justice, “neither do super-heroines!”

Green Specter moaned and wiggled in vicarious, breast-sloshing humiliation as she watched Ms. Americana go down.  The sloshing of her breasts, and the moistening of her loins, caused the toxins to swirl within her.  Instead of the sharp blackouts and periods of lucidity that had preceded, her vision began to fade slowly in and out, like a dream.  Her vision faded out, and when she faded back in Jab was fucking Ms. Americana up against the glass.  Her back was to the wall, her long booted legs wrapped around his waist.  His huge dark cock was pounding in and out of her pussy, going down far enough on each brutal outward stroke that the cops outside could clearly see its long pussy-juice-dripping length.  The male cops whimpered and squirmed in outmatched shame to see their icon destroyed by such a superior organ, while the female cops licked their lips and, one by one, snuck their fingers up underneath their little skirts to finger themselves through their panties.

“You got a new offer for us, bitch?” Jab asked, leering down into Ms. Americana’s face.

“Y-yes…” the Queen of Justice hissed.  Her face shuddered and shivered in awe, despite itself, as his huge penis ravaged her.  “Let… let me and Green Specter go… and… and we’ll put in a good word at your trial!”

“Hahaha!  Try better, bitch!” Jab laughed.  Then, grinning, his dark lips suddenly swooped downwards.  Ms. Americana moaned yet, despite her defiance, put up astonishingly little resistance as he claimed her lips and gave her a deep, exploitative kiss.  Instead, her mighty thighs seemed to open even wider, letting his massive black cock fuck her even deeper.

Meanwhile, standing off to one side and watching, Hook amused himself by stroking his cock with one hand, and playing with Specter Girl’s magnificent udders with the other.  The bound, gagged sidekick whimpered softly, and squirmed, but appeared to still be fast asleep.  Under his fingers, her large pink young nipples extended outwards and waited, invitingly, for his touch.

But Green Specter couldn’t keep her eyes on the depredation of her sidekick for long.  Helplessly, they slid back to Jab’s massive, Ameri-pussy-conquering cock, and stared at it in awe.  Her eyes lingered upon his massive balls and she squirmed, knowing that a huge load of sperm from those very balls even know swam within her buxom womb.  Then, as the toxins gradually rose within her again, she sank down into a phantasmagoric vision… reliving over and over again, in a swirling daze, the conquest of her own devastated blonde pussy under the hammering thrusts of Jab’s cock.

When she came swirling back up out of her fantasies again, it was Hook who was fucking Ms. Americana.  He had her laid out on a table, once more positioned to allow both the cops and Green Specter a perfect view, and was pounding her face to face.  Americana’s long and muscular legs were both lifted high and spread to either side of his body… but, though their didn’t seem to be anything preventing them from trying, they seemingly made no attempt to close or resist. 

“You got a better offer for us, slut?” Hook asked, happily.  His huge cock shuttling away furiously in her drooling slit, he had each hand wrapped around one of her gigantic boobies, and was playing with and squeezing them to his heart’s content as he plowed her.

“Unh!  Oh!  Unh!” Ms. Americana moaned, wiggling helplessly under his deep and devastating thrusts.  Her eyes blinked in awe, up into the ceiling.  She licked her lips.  “How… how about… I become your slave… for… for a week… and you let… let the Specters go?”

Hook grinned.  “Getting closer, bitch,” he purred.  “But I think you can do better!”  Then, seizing a tight hold upon each of her titties, so that her big domed areolas were both distended sharply upwards, he slammed in harder and deeper than before.  Ms. Americana’s jaw dropped as a powerful orgasm promptly began to shudder through her body… not the first, by far, to judge by the copious pussy juices running down the sides of the table.

Meanwhile, over in the corner, Jab had gotten Specter Girl down from her perch… to perform a very particular service.  From the corner of her eye, Green Specter could see her sidekick’s lovely young blonde head slurping slowly up and down the long long length of Jab’s penis.  Though she never looked directly, there too the young heroine seemed to be giving the criminal no resistance whatsoever.  Every once in a while her head paused at the very top and Green Specter heard a slight slurping sound, which she could only interpret as her sidekick giving the monstrous criminal’s cock a delicate and worshipful kiss… before, lips spreading wide, her golden noggin slowly sank deep down his long length yet again.  Busy preparing yet another tainted dildo, just in case, Jab smirked.  He never touched her.  He didn’t need to.

Green Specter whimpered softly and squirmed with humiliation, to see her sidekick so thoroughly subjugated.  But she could not focus on it for long.  Her eyes slid helplessly back and stared at Hook’s glistening dick, pounding in and out of Ms. Americana’s helpless pussy.  She whimpered again, louder, as desire rose irresistibly within her supple naked flesh.  Eyes rolling back, she sank once more into a delirious dream… this one entirely filled with the memories of what it had felt like to have her mouth and throat conquered by Hook’s massive, deep-thrusting cock.

Over and over again, Green Specter swirled back up into the land of the living, to see the two criminals fucking Ms. Americana in yet another position, and yet another combination.  In one, Hook had sank down into a chair directly in front of Green Specter and was making Ms. Americana bounce up and down his long cock in front of him.  Jab stood in front of her, his enormous black cock enjoying the heaven in between the Queen of Justice’s gargantuan yet delicately jostling tits.  The black criminal had his hand wrapped around the heroine’s head, but the latter, whimpering as her pussy pounded endlessly up and down Hook’s cock, seemed to need very little encouragement to keep her gorgeous head bowed, and her delicate lips and tongue continuously worshipping the head of the gargantuan black cock extending up out of her bouncing, shaft-squeezing breasts.

The next time Green Specter came to, Hook had shot his load, and it was Jab sitting in the chair.  Ms. Americana was facing towards him, gasping softly as her buxom hips slowly bobbed up and down his long dark length.  Green Specter blinked wide, and whimpered softly, not quite believing her eyes.  But it was obvious that, though she was still bound and captive, it was the heroine’s sleek and mighty muscles that were doing ninety percent of the work, as she fucked herself upon the criminal’s cock.  Jabs dark hands were mostly just along for the infinitely pleasurable ride as they cupped and squeezed the white heroine’s silky and voluptuously rounded ass, while her tight pussy continued to slide endlessly up and down his massive, appreciatively twitching cock. 

“You got another deal for us, babe?” Jab asked, teasingly.  Then, grinning, he dove his lips down upon one of her huge, helplessly bobbing breasts, and wrapping them around her tender and extended nipple, began to suckle delightedly upon her milk.  Ms. Americana gasped, softly.  Then, pounding her fertile round hips a little harder up and down his dick, she slowly licked her lips and answered.

“How… how about…” the  ultra-buxom Queen of Justice softly whispered, “I… I become your sex slave… for a year… but… but you have to promise not to expose my secret identity…”

Jab grinned.  Bringing his lips together, he sucked a little more milk out of her gigantic tit.  Then he sat back and grinned, his dark lips stained with white.  “I don’t know bitch,” he purred.  “Still an awful lot of conditions on that pussy.  Why don’t you try harder?”  Then, slapping her ass, he swooped back in upon her other helpless breast.  Americana gasped, softly… and did exactly that, quickening the pace with which her buxom hips were bouncing upon his schlong.

Each time Green Specter sank under the swirling toxins into her own world of pumping criminal cocks and then came back up, Ms. Americana and the criminals were in a different position.  Each time, the offer Americana whispered was a little bit better… and each time, smirking and enjoying her services, the criminals still rejected it.  Each time, gasping softly in dismay, Ms. Americana trembled… and, desperate to persuade them, as best as she could within her bonds, began fucking them a little harder.

On about the fourth or fifth time she had come back up from her swirling fantasies, Green Specter happened to look up and out the window.  Her eyes, which had grown heavy and half-lidded from swirling drugs and sex, suddenly spread wide at what she saw there.

Outside, lined up behind their cars, the cops were gaping in, watching the continuous show helplessly.  But that wasn’t what made Green Specter’s eyes wide, nor what made her suddenly squirm violently and bleat in dismay into her gag.  For, lined up behind the cops and smirking, unseen thanks to the ongoing distraction, was a gang of well-armed and muscular criminals.  Already, Green Specter wiggled and her heart thumped to see, they had two captured lady cops bound and wiggling in their clutches.  As she watched, squirming helplessly, they slowly snuck up behind a third.

Their victim was a gorgeous blonde, whose large breasts were easily visible sloshing back and forth inside her baby blue uniform blouse, since she had unbuttoned the top few buttons to let them breath as she got sweaty.   Her fingers had long since slipped up her tiny navy skirt to play with her pussy.  A former high school cheerleader with an upturned nose, she gasped and whimpered, wiggling hornily against her cruiser, as she watched the current show – which happened to feature Ms. Americana getting held upon her side on a table, spread eagled before the window, with Hook pounding away furiously in her visibly outmatched pussy from behind while Jab made her imitate a sword-swallower up top.  Lost in her own whimpering world, one pair of fingers quivering beside her lips while the other rubbed vigorously against her pussy, the lady cop remained utterly oblivious to the two leering thugs slowly sneaking up behind her voluptuous wiggling ass until they suddenly darted forward and seized her.

It was all over in seconds.  The shapely blonde cop-girl had barely had a chance to drop open her lovely lips and start gasping in shock before a thick, soporific-soaked pad was slammed down upon them.  Meanwhile, chortling silently, the other thug seized hold of her wrists and dragged them firmly around behind her ample, wiggling, tiny-police-skirt-clad buns.  Then, with a deft and obviously practiced motion, the leering thug slipped the cop-girl’s own cuffs out of her tightly cinched belt, and slapped them upon her wrists.  Above the pad the silenced cop-girl’s beautiful blue eyes blinked wide, once, twice, three times… growing slower and more bleary each time.  Then, with a soft and tiny sigh of submission, she gave in, sank back into the criminals’ arms, and was theirs.

Grinning with glee, the criminals rapidly dragged the slumbering blonde back to their swiftly growing line.  There, they took the time to unzip her skirt and send it skittering down her long and athletic legs, and to rip open her blouse, so that they could enjoy the sight of their new prize wiggling before them in nothing but her tiny, hot pink bra and panty set.  Then, seizing up a fresh pad, they snickered and headed back in towards yet another oblivious, wiggling cop-girl ass.

“No!” Green Specter thought, blinking wide and whimpering into her pad in shock.  But, the thumping of fear in her heart caused the toxins to stir, and promptly sent her sinking back into slumber again.  When she came back to, the criminals inside were fucking Ms. Americana in yet another position… and the criminals outside had added two more lovely half-stripped beauties to their line of shapely, whimpering police-woman prisoners.  As Green Specter watched, helplessly, a different pair of thugs snuck up on and swiftly chloroformed one of the male cops.  Caught stroking a tiny chubby through his pants over the pornographic show going on inside, he was grabbed and chloroformed just as easily as his feminine counterparts.  After binding and gagging him, the criminals stashed the neutralized male cop silently in the trunk of his own cruiser, then moved swiftly on to take down his buxom, oblivious, and ravishingly red-headed partner.  She was taken down just as easily as all the rest and soon, skirt around her ankles and large breasts exposed, was whimpering and squirming as the sixth shapely addition to the criminals’ growing coffle of fertile ex-DCPD loot.

“This… this can’t be happening…” Green Specter thought, desperately… even as her heart thumped and her pussy oozed at the sight.  “It… it must be yet another hallucination of the gas…”  Then, eyes rolling back, she once more sank into her own swirling nightmare of pounding cocks.  The next time she came back even more cop-girls were wiggling helpless and gagged in the criminals’ chains, and the next time even more, until soon only the Lieutenant was left, gasping and oblivious, hand up her own little skirt as, wiggling, she continued to enjoy the show… surrounded by a ring of leering criminals and another of her own whimpering, gagged, shapely subordinates.

Then, once more, Green Specter faded out and slowly came back up.  When she surface over the swirling sea of her own horny visions once more, she didn’t remember to look out the window.  Instead, she was entirely distracted by the loud squealing and thrashing right in front of her.

Upon the table, before her face, the two criminals were fucking Ms. Americana.  At the same time, from the same end.  The Queen of Justice’s gorgeous masked head shook and thrashed and screeched as, his hand wrapped tight in her lustrous dark hair, Hook ravaged her bulging ass with his immense tattooed cock.  Meanwhile, below, Jab’s enormous jet-black schlong was doing an equal number on her juicy quivering pussy.

The expression upon Ms. Americana’s gorgeous masked face looked like she’d just survived the sexual equivalent of the apocalypse.  Based on the immense quantities of cum pouring down her legs, they had both had their way with her several times.

Gasping, shuddering, moaning, Ms. Americana threw her head back and screamed.  “I… I… I have another offer!” she moaned.

“What is it?” Hook sneered.  He and his partner continued to slam mercilessly.

“P-please…” Ms. Americana whimpered.  Her whole body shook under the pounding it was getting.  “Please…” she whimpered.  “I… I beg you… take me…”  Her overloaded slit squirted and quivered in awe, as Jab’s enormous veiny schlong shuttled furiously within it.  “Lead me away, helpless, naked in your chains… to do your… your bidding!”  Nasty juices leaked from her ass as Hook’s tremendous member destroyed it.  “I… I am Brenda Wade!  My billions are yours!   Just…please!  I… I beg you!  Make me your complete, utter… and eternal SLAAAAVEEEE!!!” the Queen of Justice squealed as, slammed in deep at once, she came.

Chortling, cackling, laughing with glee, the two brutal criminal thugs kept right on pumping within her. 

“We’ll think about it, slut!” Jab laughed, pounding in deep.

“Yeah!  Give us some time, bitch!” Hook sneered, ravaging her ass.

Green Specter moaned and whimpered, trembling in her bonds.  Then, at long last her eyes rolled up, and she blacked out.  This time, it was not a descent into a drug-fueled fantasy of criminal cocks pounding in her mouth and her pussy.  Now, finally, truly, she blacked out, and slept.  Soundly.

When she came to again, her mind had cleared.  She shook her head and moaned, softly, eyes still closed.  But, though she felt tired, she felt none of the disorienting or numbing effects of the drugs.  She was also, she gradually realized, no longer chained to the wall.  Instead, she stood free… but with men’s hands gloatingly sliding and cupping at her body, both keeping it upright and copping a feel at the same time.  She whimpered softly, and her buxom body jiggled and wiggled helplessly as she was rudely manhandled.  She heard an answering whimper from just beside her, and, recognizing it, instantly knew that Ms. Americana was with her and sharing a similar fate.

Slowly, moaning softly, both Ms. Americana and Green Specter blinked their eyes open at once… and gasped.

They stood, side by side.  Though freed from the wall, their feet were still shackled and their arms bound tightly behind them.  The Boxer Brothers stood to either side of them, leering – Hook with his arm around Ms. Americana, and Jab with his arm around Green Specter.

“Well, well, well,” Jab cooed down at the two beautiful, drowsily-blinking super-heroines.  “The sleepyheads awaken.”

“Both of our pretty little negotiators, side by side at last,” Hook said, smirking.  His hand slid down Ms. Americana’s back, to cup and squeeze her enormous yet silky-smooth ass.  “Well now.  What do you lovely ladies have to say for yourselves?  That is your job, right?”

Slowly, the two heroines breathed deep… making their twin pairs of giant shapely breasts heave delicately in unison.  They had both had a lot of time to sleep things off, and for their heads to clear.  Slowly, proudly, each naked and helpless heroine raised her gorgeous head high, and looking up into her criminal’s face, gave him a dangerous and imperious glare.

“You two are in big trouble,” Brenda Wade hissed, through trembling, snarling lips.

“That’s right,” Axanna Morgan said, beside her, up into Jab’s leering face.  “K-kidnapping heroines is a serious offense!”

“ But,” Americana said, glaring at Hook even as he leaded forward and, grinning goofily, took an open and mocking peek down her cavernous jostling cleavage.  “If you give in now,” the ravishing raven-haired heroine continued, imperiously, “we’ll put in a good word at your trial.”

“Maybe, just maybe,” Green Specter said, glaring up at Jab as he reached out and, lazily, tickled the tip of one of his fingers around her tender, erect left nipple, “you’ll get off with just life.”

The two men smirked.  Briefly, they exchanged glances over the two naked heroine’s enormous, jiggling boobies.  “That’s not the offer you ‘negotiators’ were offering a little while ago,” Jab cooed down at Green Specter.

“Yeah,’ Hook said, leering down into Ms. Americana’s gorgeous, self-righteously-uplifted face.  “Ain’t it against your code or something, to renege on a deal like that?”

The two heroines breathed deep, a second time.  Blushes spread across their lovely cheeks.  But their defiant expressions remained firm.

“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Green Specter said.

“Me either,” Ms. Americana said, haughtily.

As they denied it, down between their luscious legs, fresh dollops of creamy moisture oozed from their bare pussies and dribbled in streamers, glistening brightly, down onto the silky-smooth skin of their broad shapely thighs.

Jab grinned.  “We got video,” he said.  Reaching his free hand back into his pants he pulled out a phone, held it up before them, and hit a button.  Green Specter gaped in horror as she watched her face, alternating between endlessly repeated kisses, promised both the smirking thugs that she would be theirs forever.  Seeing it for the first time, Americana gaped in horror.  Then her horrified expression deepened as Hook, smirking, drew forth another phone and showed Ms. Americana, as well, begging desperately to be led away in chains and treated like a slave.

Both heroines trembled.  They breathed deep.  Slowly, at the tips of their giant breasts, their delicate nipples extended, and fresh tendrils of oozing goo flowed out of their pussies.

“That’s… that’s ridiculous…” Green Specter gasped.

“Su… superheroines... don’t desire to be slaves,” Ms. Americana whimpered… though, as she gaped at her ecstasy-trembling face in horror, it sounded like the person she was really trying to convince was herself.

“That’s okay,” Jab smirked, pulling the phone back with a sneer.  “We knew it wasn’t going to be that easy.”

“Yeah,” Hook said, leering.  “Even after they’re forced to admit it, it always take a few more nights of passion before natural chain sluts like you really accept their natural state.”

“But that,” Jab said, “is a service we are always happy to provide,” his eyes tracing in delighted glee up and down the staggering, sumptuous, and increasingly, helplessly aroused bodies jiggling before him.

Ms. Americana’s breath was coming fast, making her huge breasts undulate beautifully.  “Well… well… even if that’s the case,” she snapped, furiously.  “You’re not going to get the chance.  By now the DCPD no doubt has this rat cage completely surrounded!”

“Y-yeah…” Green Specter snarled, taking up her sister-heroine’s defiant cue.  “Have fun trying to make us your sex slaves, when you’re moldering in jail!  Idiots!”

Hook and Jab turned their heads and smirked at one another.  Then they stepped back and, with their free hands, motioned the two heroines forward.  “Why don’t you take a look outside, ladies?” Hook asked.

“Yeah,” Jab purred.  “Get a lay of the land, so to speak…”

Slowly, hesitantly, the gorgeous chained heroines took a few sauntering, rolling steps forward.  Then they stopped.  Their eyes widened, and their jaws dropped in shock.  “Oh… oh my Goddess…” Ms. Americana whimpered. 

“Oh, Goddess….”  Green Specter whispered, shuddering beside her.  “It… it can’t be…”

Outside, the gang of thugs leered back at them… with a long line of half-stripped, chained female officers wiggling and whimpering between them.  Every last one of them had been captured.  Their dark blue skirts and black leather gunbelts all lay wrapped around the ankles of their leather military-style boots.  Their light blue uniform blouses hung open.  In between, each blushing young officer wore only a skimpy pair of panties, squirming about as they wiggled in their bonds.  Each girl’s gleaming police badge had been pinned, mockingly, to their skimpy panties… in the exact same position upon which a bikini contestant would wear her number.  Their caps were still perched atop their pretty heads.  Between their blouses there bounced and swayed an array of ample young breasts that, while no match for the super-heroinely wonders jiggling back at them from beyond the bullet-proof window, still would not have been turned away from a high-end porno shoot.

The male officers, what few there had been in the first place, had been stripped to their boxers and stuffed in the trunks of the various shot-up cruisers trunks… a fact the heroines could only tell because of the piles of discarded cop pants and caps that extended down from the closed lids of the trunks like lolling tongues from metal beasts, and the pathetic whimpers and thumps that sounded from within.

At the front of the line, in pride of place, was the Lieutenant.  She was wearing a black thong with the DCPD logo printed upon its crotch, just to make sure everyone knew where their new slave meat had come from.  She wiggled and moaned, blushing deeply… but was otherwise just as helpless and half-naked as the rest.  At the other end of the line they saw Specter Girl.  The pretty sidekick had been led out while her two would-be rescuers still slumbered, and now stood squirming and naked beside the long row of whimpering half-stripped lady cops.

“It… it can’t be…” Green Specter whimpered, her face trembling with horror as she beheld her nightmare come true.

“No…” Americana whimpered, squirming naked and helpless beside her.  “Not like this… not like this!”

“We’ve been controlling their signals the whole time,” Jab sneered, as he enjoyed the heroines taking in the view.  “We only let through the ones we wanted.  Specifically, the ones calling in more fat heroine T&A for us to enjoy!”  He chuckled, reaching down to mockingly stroke Ms. Americana’s jutting, wiggling bare ass.  “DCPD might want to look into updating their damn equipment sometime in the next decade!”

“With two heroines reported on scene,” Hook purred, standing on the other side of the gaping pair, “DCPD command will already assume this situation is accounted for.  It’ll be another hour, at least, before they send anyone else to check up.”

“By which time,” Jab purred, “we is gonna be long gone.”

With a slight rumble, a squat black truck backed up to the scene, from one end.  The heroines gasped as they recognized it.  It was a DCPD paddy wagon, sent to collect the hostage takers after the two heroines inevitably took them down.  The crew, also both female, hung from chains across both of the back doors.  They were in similar state of undress to their sisters, being, besides their skimpy panties, uniform blouses flapping open to either side of their ample breasts, and little caps perched atop their blushing pretty heads, almost completely nude.  Down the side of the van, the words Paddy Wagon had been crossed out in spray paint, and Pussy Wagon written in in their place.

“Your chariot, ladies,” Jab purred, stroking their shoulders.  “Now get!”

With swats to their jutting helpless bottoms, the two criminals drove the naked super-heroines towards the door.  Squirming, squealing, for a few seconds Ms. Americana and Green Specter resisted.  But, blushes exploding across their cheeks and fluids pouring down their thighs, they could not resist long.  Soon, whimpering, like a pair of huge-breasted sprinters, they burst forth side by side and hobbled into the center of the square.  With more stinging and humiliating swats their big round bottoms they were driven forward, like buxom cattle, until at last they stood, side by side, gasping, beside the doors of the truck.  In the meantime, the Boxers’ thugs had unchained the two squirming crew-women, and added them to the tail end of the line.

Hook stayed with the gasping, panting, heroines, keeping them on a leash.  Standing behind them, one hand gripping tight to each of their shoulders, he admired the jiggling view.  Meanwhile Jab went, grabbed the police Lieutenant, dragged her back over, and held the squirming gasping Latina directly before her two heroines.

“As you can see,” Jab purred, gesturing first down the Lieutenant’s luscious body and then down the line of pretty squirming cops, “we got a lot more hostages now.”

“Which means,” Hook said, idly stroking a single finger back and forth across Green Specter’s alabaster shoulder, “you negotiators’ jobs just got a whole lot harder.”

“But don’t worry,” Jab said, leering at them over the gasping, golden-leaf-decorated-hat-clad head of the pretty lieutenant.  “We’ll go easy on you.”

“Your choice is simple,” Hook said, looking evilly from one gorgeous heroine’s head to the other.  “Just accept the terms you sluts already gave us…”

“Or people get hurt,” Jab said.  And, suddenly, like a viper, with one hand keeping clenched hard around the Police Lieutenant’s arm, the other shot down between her legs and then jerked up between her thighs.  With slamming power, he drove his finger into the sleek apex of her DCDP-branded thong, slamming deep into her tender unprotected mound.

“Oh, JEEESUS!” the Police Lieutenant squealed.

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana moaned.

“Stop that!” Green Specter gasped.  “Stop doing that to her!”  Her body quivered in sympathetic excitation, to see another woman so invasively abused.

“You want me to stop,” Jab cackled, hand rubbing wild and cruel between the police woman’s legs.  “You know what you got to do!”  Tiring of rubbing through sopping cotton, he jerked the lieutenant’s DCPD thong down onto her thighs, and then sent three fingers slamming straight up her cunt.  The Lieutenant went wild, thrashing and screaming.  Meanwhile, she couldn’t help herself.  Jaw hanging open and eyes wide, she stared right down into the two enormous pairs of naked super-breasts swaying gently before her.  A fresh spurt of moisture promptly shot down into her finger-ravaged pussy, and she wiggled and squealed all the louder.

The heroines quivered, watching in shock.  Their faces blushed.  But their luscious lips, though trembling slightly, said nothing.

“We got a whole lot more pussies at our mercy, ladies,” Hook purred.  Reaching over, he stroked the ass of the first police woman waiting in line, through a skimpy pair of hot pink high-leg panties.  The officer whimpered, squirmed, and, pretty face blinking, looked away, hiding her lovely features beneath her uniform cap.

“Oh… goddess…” Ms. Americana whispered, in horror.

As one, the two heroines eyes looked around them and gasped, deeply.  All around them, at least three of the Boxer Brothers’ grinning henchmen were already holding high-end video cameras… trained perfectly on them.  If they gave in, they knew the event would be perfect recorded for all time, from multiple angles, on glorious HD.  And yet, they had no choice.

“Okay!” Ms. Americana finally moaned, her face blushing furiously.  “Okay!  We give in!”

Green Specter gasped, and then slowly hung her head.  “Yes,” she whispered, squirming.  “We… are prepared to offer terms.”

“What are they ladies?” Hook purred.

“On our honor as super-heroines,” Ms. Americana whispered, “we offer you our complete, unending, and unconditional slavery.”

Green Specter gasped softly, a blush spreading across her cheeks… and fluids leaking down her thighs.  “We will do anything you desire,” she said, quivering.  “Our bodies are yours.  As our our minds, and our souls.”

“Any command you give us,” Americana moaned, blushing deeply, “We… we will obey.  Without question.  Forever.”

“Thanks, bitches!” Hook said.  Reaching down, he grabbed both their sculpted bottoms and gave each gasping heroine a little squeeze.  “We accept!”

“Of course,” Jab said, continuing to rub mercilessly between the whimpering Lieutenant’s legs, “you realize we just gonna do whatever we want, anyways.”

“But it’s always nice to get a little confirmation what natural, adoring slaves you super-heroines are,” Hook sneered.  “After all – admitting you have an addiction to freedom is the first step on the road to recovery!”  And, reaching down between their legs he simultaneously he shoved one finger each – the extended middle naturally, up between each lady’s legs and slammed them up their pussies.

“Oh, Goddess!” both heroines shrieked, as his cruel finger thundered up into them.  Their eyes widened and their lips quivered, for just a second.  They couldn’t help themselves.  Squirming in chains across the fields of their own mutual conquest; their sumptuous jigging nudity being helpless and on display before their looming city; having, at last, to offer up their own slavery – all had kept their desperately aching bodies hovering right on the edge.  The cruel finger that suddenly slammed up each of their pussies sent them over.  Thrashing, screaming, blushing furiously, moaning in humiliated disbelief, both heroines came.

“Ha ha ha ha ha!” both of the Boxer Brothers laughed, cruelly.  Pulling out his fingers, Hook swatted both heroines upon their post-orgasmically-quivering asses, as they slumped over and gasped sweatily for breath.

“Ladies…” Jab said, and proffered his hand up towards the waiting truck.  “The portal to your destiny awaits.”

Ms. Americana and Green Specter moaned.  In shock, they gasped.  Then, slowly, they hung their gorgeous heads, and blushed.  “Thank you… masters…” they both said, softly.  And, turning, buxom hindquarters dripping with fluid, they slowly and obediently clambered up into the waiting wagon while the criminals whooped and cheered.

That just left the cops.  But, moaning and whimpering in their bonds, their morale destroyed by the defeat and vocal submission of their heroine idols, none of the female officers proved in much mood to resist.  Smirking, the thugs started with Lieutenant Rodriquez herself.

“You accept the same deal, bitch?” Jab laughed, as he rubbed his fingers cruelly up in between the trembling Latina’s legs. 

She shuddered and moaned, her gorgeous face thrashing helplessly upon the criminal thug’s shoulder.  Her luscious lips trembled, attempting to resist.  But, at a particularly deep thrust, she could resist no longer.  “Yes!” she moaned, voice trembling yet utterly accepting.  “Yes!  P-please!  Lead me away in… in chains!  I’ll be your slave!”

“Good slut!” Jab laughed, and stepping back, spanked her on her quivering round ass.  “Now get up in there, where you belong!”  Moaning, her head hung low, the Lieutenant obeyed.  Her ankles bound by her own DCPD thong, she had some difficulty stepping into the wagon and the criminals laughed eagerly as they watched her struggle.  She gasped, but kept right on going, their laughter lashing at her ass as, bent over, her delicate juice-drooling pussy was the last thing to vanish into the shadows of the cab.

Then, one by one, the thugs went down the line of helplessly waiting cops, skipping past each other to each take a fresh beauty in hand.  For each, they did the same thing.  First they pulled out her gag.  Then, while her luscious lips still gasped and quivered at their new freedom, they reached down and yanked their skimpy panties down onto their thighs.  Then, standing back up, each thug put a finger to his chosen victim’s pussy lips while using the other to hold her close.  Without any prompting, the gorgeous cap-clad faces of the captured female officers always gasped up at them in wide-eyed and rapt attention.

“What’ll it be, girl?” each one was asked in turn.  “Slave, or worse?”  And, on cue, each pushed his finger deep up inside the cop-girls trembling, gooey snatch.  The exact details of what followed varied from beauty to stripped, combat-boot-clad beauty.  Some whimpered and squirmed.  Others gaped up in wide-eyed disbelief.  Others bit their lips and, trembling as the invading fingers stroked several times, persuasively, inside their cunts, tried to remain silent.  But all their efforts ended the same way.  One by one, pretty lips falling open in soft and delicate gasps, eyes blinking up in wide awe into sneering criminal faces, each one whispered her answer.

“Slave,” each beauty softly said.  Then, lifting their gorgeous police-capped heads high, each and every one, without prompting or asking, gave her smirking and deeply finger-thrusting new criminal master a delicate, quivering, and submissive kiss.  Smirking into their new slaves’ worshipfully trembling lips, Hook or Jab rewarded each formerly law-enforcing beauty with a last few slams of their thick fingers deep up inside their pussies, and then unceremoniously pulled out.  Laughing, they shoved their latest gasping trembling conquest into the arms of their snickering waiting goons and moved on to the next.

All in all, fourteen female officers submitted to their new masters, seven while their pussies drooled eagerly around Jab’s finger, and seven with their labia lips quivering in awe around Hook’s.  Cheeks blushing in humiliation, heads hung in shame, they gave the snickering goons a last few kisses, squeaking softly as the thugs got in a last few gropes, before obediently marching up the back of the re-labeled Paddy Wagon to join the heroines and their commander in its cavernous pussy-hauling interior.  When the last had completed her jiggling, shapely march of shame, only Specter Girl remained.  Grinning, the two thugs took her in hand simultaneously, one gripping her by each of her silky bare shoulders, and leered into her gorgeous and horrified, blinking teen face.

“You heard all the rest, girl,” Jab said.

“Which is it gonna be?” Hook asked.

Both criminals put their free hands on her belly and each, simultaneously, shoved a single finger deep up inside her cunt.  Specter Girl’s jaw dropped.  Her whole body quivered under their invasive assault, as her pretty eyes spread wide.  In moments, she could resist no further.  “S-slave!!!” she whimpered, loudly.  “Slave!  Slave!  Please make me your slave!”

“Damn, she’s nearly as good at negotiatin’ as her mentors!” Jab laughed.  Then, one by one, they took turns pulling the pretty teen’s head close.  Blushing deeply, her lips trembling, Specter Girl nevertheless eagerly and worshipfully kissed each of them in turn.  Finally, after each had sampled them multiple times, the two thugs shoved her softly gasping, hungrily trembling lips aside.  Stepping back they simultaneously delivered twin swats to her helpless round bottom and then stood back, laughing, as, her head hung in shame, Specter Girl too obediently marched up and vanished into the waiting back of the wagon.  Snickering, two goons standing ready at the doors gave the defeated teen heroine a last, moan-inducing swat to her well-rounded ass as it vanished into the truck. 

Grinning in triumph, Hook and Jab came to stand at the foot of the Pussy Wagon’s steps and admired their handiwork.  Within, eighteen of the hottest bodies in Delta City squirmed helplessly.  The girls were packed so tight their large bare breasts jiggled and jostled together within the tight confines of their own prisoner truck.  Every last beauty within was firmly bound – most with their own police handcuffs – but the brothers still didn’t want to take chances. 

Grinning, the two thugs swung the doors closed upon the see of captive female faces, and locked them tight, sealing their haul of shapely squirming flesh up tightly within.

“Hit it,” Jab said, gesturing to a goon who was standing ready.  Grinning, the goon stepped up and fitted a regulated steel bottle to a tiny port they had pre-drilled in the side of the van.  He turned the crank, and a hissing noise rose.  Within the truck there was a sudden chorus of squeals and moans… which faded swiftly as the sleeping gas took hold.  Soon, the moans settled down into the faint melodious coos, then to silence.  The smirking goon gave the van full of pussy a few more seconds for good measure, then shut down the gas bottle and detached it.

Carefully, the two thugs opened the van up again.  They stepped back, hastily, as billowing gas came pouring out and swirled around their feet.  Within the paddy wagon the sea of voluptuous, beautiful cargo lay slumped together, heroine and cop alike.  Several different pairs of gorgeous faces lay pressed to one another, luscious lips pressed together in unintentional lesbian kisses.  The two heroines themselves formed one such pair, as did the Lieutenant and Specter Girl.  Other beautiful girls lay slumped into another’s cleavage – two each into each of the magnificently endowed super-heroines – and, cheeks cradled delicately on those massive jiggling pillows, sighed softly in sweet slumber. 

Surveying the view, the thugs grinned, and lifting up their cameras, snapped a few pictures.  Then they swung the doors tight once more, and sealed them firmly.

“Alright, boys!” Hook said.  “Let’s blow this joint!”

Whooping with glee the gang of thugs loaded up.  Hook and Jab themselves clambered into the driver’s seat of the Paddy Wagon loaded brim-full with slumbering grade-A pussy, while the rest of their crew commandeered police motorcycles and the handful of cruisers that were neither shot up, nor filled with whimpering, hood-thumping male cops.  Hooting with victorious glee, they peeled out onto the wild streets of the untamed ghetto.

True to their claims, Hook and Jab had no trouble escaping Delta City undetected.  By the time DCPD central dispatch had clued in that two separate super-feminine interventions had not been enough to tame the disturbance labeled ‘heroine-addressed’ on their logs, the criminals and their buxom cargo were long gone.  The little convoy zoomed down back roads and worked its way into the deep desert west of the city.  There, down a dusty road, at sunset, they pulled into remote and deserted-looking old compound.  One thug had to get out, open up the ancient rusted gate, and after the convoy had passed through, close it again.

Above the gate, an old sign red, “The Double D Ranch.”  Passing onwards past the gate to a walled complex in the center of the vast ranch-lands, the paddy wagon and its escorts slipped inside a large old barn and vanished, never to be seen again…

 

A few months later, the burning sun baked down mercilessly upon the central compound of the Double D Ranch as six beautiful young women were slowly led out into it.  One of their number was Specter Girl.  All five of the others were shapely and athletic young beauties who, at one time, had been DCPD officers.  Except for the small silver collars nestled about their throats, they were completely naked.  They were led by the Lieutenant who, clad in her uniform cap and her DCPD thong and little else, kept them moving with occasional soft whacks of a riding crop to their shapely and jutting young derrieres.  She also wore a collar, but hers was larger and thicker, and had printed upon it the label ‘Head Slave.’

“C’mon girls,” she growled, giving Specter Girl’s large and inviting bottom its turn with the tasseled end of her crop.  “Look alive!  You might be showing yourself off to your future masters!”

Gasping softly, all six of the gorgeous beauties lifted themselves a little higher, and walked a little more gracefully… their delicate bare feet tiptoeing painfully across the burning sands.  At the Double D Ranch no woman, not even the Lieutenant, wore shoes – though, having done this several times before, her feet had become more used to the pain and she showed no sign of it upon her lovely glaring face.

In the center of the large walled compound, six men waited.  Buyers.  A couple were high end pimps, a couple the sons or agents of oil princes.  All were blindfolded, and had their dicks hanging out.  Most were quite large, though no threat to the Boxer Brothers themselves.  An unusual security precaution, but one the men were willing to put up with given the legendary quality the Ranch produced.  Upon the walls several of the Brothers’ gang kept watch, hands rested idly upon rifles or mounted machineguns, and smirked.

Finally, squirming and whimpering, the six voluptuous beauties arrived before the waiting blindfolded men.  They gasped softly.  Then, at a command from the former Lieutenant, they sank to their knees.

“Girls,” she said, “demonstrate to our customers the value of your… assets.”

The five former cops and the once-proud sidekick gasped, simultaneously.  But then, blushing softly, they obeyed.  Hobbling forward upon their knees – silky flesh still stinging as it touched the hot sands – they lifted their large breasts and, delicately, caressed them against the criminal buyers’ large dangling members.  The men gasped in awe, and trembled.  In no time, twitching under the caress of ample and flawlessly shapely breast-flesh, their members began to rise.

“Excellent, girls,” the Lieutenant cum Head Slave conceded, reluctantly.  She stood at one end of the row, one hand upon her shapely thong-clad ass, watching attentively.  “Now… demonstrate to these men your real technique!”

Gasping softly, all six conquered beauties spread their lips wide and, pretty eyes blinking in earnest desire to please at their blindfolded customers, wrapped them around their thick cocks and began sucking.

“Oh… oh shit…” one man, a Nigerian oil baron, hissed, as the lovely pair of pink lips shuttling up and down his dark member gave him the finest blowjob he had ever felt in his life.  “Oh… oh my God!!!”

“Oh, God, yes…” another man, a veteran pimp, moaned, head rocking back and forth, as he discovered pure heaven between the lips of a busty and blushing former cop.

“Goood…” the Lieutenant said slowly, her bare feet crunching upon the sand as she slowly stalked down the line.  “But not good enough.  Try harder, girls!”  And, reaching down with her crop, she ran it, teasingly and threateningly, back and forth across the shapely and nervously wiggling derrieres of each of the kneeling girls under her charge.  Whimpering with fear, the ass-caressed beauties promptly lifted up a little higher upon their knees and, pretty eyes blinking wide upwards, started to suck just a little more energetically upon the large criminal members pulsing between their taut-stretched lips.  The busty slaves’ renewed efforts were immediately met with moans of awe from the throats of all six of the blindfolded, helplessly quivering men.

 “Sorry, gentleman,” the Lieutenant purred.  Reaching back, holding her crop by each tip, she pressed it against her rotund and barely-covered Latin ass.  “They’re skilled, and well trained, but they do still require a little encouragement now and then.  Now… do I hear opening bids?”

“T-twenty thousand!” one man gulped.  A half-Black, half-Latino man in a loud suit, he ran a high end brothel that charged some of the city’s wealthiest men four figures an hour for time with his girls. His body shivering under the luscious pleasures he was receiving, from the pretty redheaded cop who knelt at his feet.  “Ea-ach!” he added, hastily.

“Twenty five!” a young Saudi prince promptly out-bid him, his own flesh shivering with ecstasy as his member got slurped.  “I… I want them all!”

“Thirty!” the Nigerian tycoon promptly countered, his long black member trembling in disbelief at the heaven it was being subjected to.

“Ohhh, we can do better than that,” the Lieutenant purred.  Reaching down her crop, she lightly rubbed it against the buttocks of the pretty blonde sucking one of the men who had yet to bid.  The blushing beauty obediently began to slurp even harder upon his wiener.  Gasping in awe, the fat mobster shuddered with pleasure.  “Th-thirty five!” he moaned, desperately, his whole body shaking.  “N-no, forty!”

 

In a deeply buried and secured control room, the Boxer Brothers themselves watched gleefully as the bidding went on, going higher and higher as each man slowly neared orgasm under his own personally worshipful tongue.  They sat back on twin large easy chairs, side by side, before an array of screens, only one of which depicted the current bidding war going on in the main compound.  Other screens, arrayed to either side, showed other aspects of the Double D’s operations, going on simultaneously.

Another screen, to the right, showed the interior of a large barn.  There several more of the Brothers’ gang members, standing in a line, were gasping with pleasure as a fresh batch of captives learned their trade under the watchful tutelage of another of the already-conquered cop girls.  The new batch was a full set of college cheerleaders who had been taken en masse – from one of the Brothers’ personally most-hated teams.  “C’mon girls,” the impatient cop-girl said.  She wore her uniform cap and a skimpy thong similar to the Lieutenant’s, though hers was bright red and had Double D Ranch printed across its tiny surface.  “Bob those heads more vigorously,” the former officer chastised, smacking a few of her charges on their buttocks with her crop.  “If you sucked this bad for your boyfriends, they must have had the bluest balls on Earth!”

Eyes blinking up in wide awe at their hung criminal captors the kneeling cheer-leaders, to a busty woman, dutifully obeyed.  Between their shapely legs their naked pussies were already leaking fluid, which would be quite helpful for the next training session that would follow an hour later.

Another screen showed the Milking House, in which disobedient slaves whimpered and moaned as they received their punishment:  the ample udders for which the ranch was named being slowly drained of their nutritious milk to help feed their masters.  Few girls needed more than a few turns at the milker to learn their docile and domesticated place.  Each super-heroine had required only two – each for failing to labor hard enough for her masters’ benefit rather than for outright disobedience.  Upon another screen intermediate slaves, watched over by yet another cap-and-thong-clad, riding-crop-bearing former cop, fucked themselves silly upon a series of training dummies – prostrate male mannequins with dildos attached.  The Double D Ranch had far more pussies than cocks and needed such measures to keep its newest girls learning.

Grinning, holding a remote, Jab enjoyed the view.  Then he switched channels.  The new one showed yet another girl – a huge-breasted bikini model they had lured out with an offer of a ‘shoot’ only to chloroform her – bumping and grinding within a cage.  The gorgeous model had been dancing for two hours, and would dance for three more.  She never knew when she was being watched.  Jab noted with satisfaction that, though he had not had to chastise her for some time, the aching lusts with which she moved her body before the camera had not diminished in the slightest since the last time he had checked on her.  He lapped his chops, knowing she was almost ripe.  Then he hit the clicker again.

“Hey, sluts!” Hook called out, impatiently, as Jab clicked from scene to profitable and delicious scene of their shapely livestock in training, enjoying each one.  “Where you at?”

“C-coming, masters!” a high and trembling voice promptly called out, from behind them.

“Well, come quick, or its back on the milker for you!” Hook said.

Gasping desperately, Ms. Americana and Green Specter burst from the kitchens behind them and hustled towards their master’s side… each carrying a full tray of food beneath her gigantic, bouncing rack.  Being wealthy heiresses, neither beauty had known a single thing about cooking a few months ago.  But the whacks of riding crops to their ultra-buxom derrieres and the ever-present threat of the milker cups keeping their large tender nipples full and tingling with peril had both proven strong motivators, and they had learned quickly.  Now as they bent low, gasping, their ample buxom asses jiggling naked behind them, the trays they laid between their masters were overflowing with a gourmet feast.  Grinning, Hook and Jab each reached down to select a morsel and popped it into their mouths.  Gasping nervously the two superhumanly buxom beauties backed up and stood nervously at attention to either side of their chairs… their swooping hourglass curves carefully positioned, also in squirming memory of several riding-crop-delivered punishments, so as not to block the TVs.

“Are… are you pleased, masters?” Green Specter asked, softly.

Operating on the same principle as giving the police-lady trainers their caps and thongs, each heroine still wore her mask, gloves, and boots.  Despite the masks the two villains were of course well aware by now who their captives were – they had learned in mid-coitus on their very first night on the Ranch.  Even now, a variety of illicit channels were being used to steadily drain Brenda Wade and Axanna Morgan’s immense bank accounts into the criminals’ own coffers.  The Double D was no longer a source of significant income for them – not that they were about to stop.

Beneath their gorgeous masked faces, the two captured heroines’ chokers, however, had been replaced with silver collars embossed with the word SLAVE, and containing tracking devices – just in case.  Beneath their collars, each heroine wore only a brief white apron, like a dutiful housewife.  The bibs of the aprons were barely enough to cover their massive swaying racks – not quite enough in the case of Green Specter, one of whose large erect nipples was sticking out on one side – while the skirts just barely covered their drooling pussies below.

Savoring their juicy morsels, the two Boxer Brothers briefly looked at each other, and smirked.

“It’s good, bitches,” Jab said.

“Your best yet, babes,” Hook added.

Both captured heroines gasped softly, faces lighting up in awe.

“R-really?” Ms. Americana asked, softly.  Her beautiful eyes blinked in delighted, girlish awe.  Folding her hands beside her and gasping softly, Green Specter did likewise.

“Yep,” Hook said.  “In fact, it’s so good, as a reward we’ll give you girls anything you want.  Isn’t that right, Jab?”

“Yep,” Jab said, smirking.  “That’s right.”

The two captives gasped with pleasure, and licked their licks with delight.

“You… you really mean it?” Green Specter asked, softly.

“Anything?” Ms. Americana said, eyes wide.

“Yep,” Jab said, “Anything.”

The two former hostage negotiators whimpered softly with delight, their luscious bodies squirming behind their aprons.  Their rotund bottoms, well-chastised, quivered back and forth in delight.  Their gorgeous faces exchanged glances, while their huge bare breasts heaved delicately beneath their wiggling aprons.

“May we…”  Ms. Americana said.

“Suck your dicks?” Green Specter finished, breathlessly.  She licked her lips and then added, softly, “Please?”

“Yes,” Ms. Americana sighed softly, huge bare breasts shaking dramatically behind her apron as her body squirmed with anticipation.  “Please?”

Hook smirked.  “Hmmm…” he said, slowly, tapping his cheek thoughtfully.

Green Specter gasped, her breath quickening.  “We… we promise to swallow every drop, masters,” she added, hastily.

“Yes!” Americana agreed, her buxom body squirming with her need.  “And… and we won’t interrupt your viewing pleasure in the slightest!”

“Hmm,” Jab said slowly.  “Alright,” he said, accepting the two busty negotiators’ offer.

Gasping with grateful awe, the two heroines promptly fell to their knees and crawled up in between their masters’ legs, Ms. Americana in between Hook’s, Green Specter between Jab’s.  Sighing with delight, they pulled out the thugs’ giant penises and, lovely eyes flickering with adoration, used their luscious lips to press kiss after quivering and worshipful kiss up and down their massive meat.  Soon the two thugs’ giant dicks were once more fully hardened.  The two heroines stroked their former foes’ massive hanging nut-sacks with loving tenderness, even as, after all their practice, with great difficulty they managed to wrap their straining and trembling lips around their ruinous girth.  Then, finally having gotten their taut-stretched mouths all the way around their conqueror’s colossal cocks, they began, furiously and reverently, to suck.

The two criminals’ heads sank backwards, and they sighed with pleasure.

“Ahhhh…” Jab hissed, as Green Specter’s lovely blonde head bobbed worshipfully up and down his dick.

“Shiiit…” Hook said.  Even after all this time, the slurping of super-lips up and down his massive member was the most heavenly thing he had ever experienced.

Then, looking up, the two criminals shared smirking looks over the bobbing heads beneath them.

“Another hundo for the jar, buddy?” Hook asked, fishing into his pocket and pulling out a crisply rolled note.

“Suuure,” Jab said, also reaching down and extracting a Benjamin.

Upon the table between them, behind the stacked plates of heroine-cooked food, lay a large glass jar with a slit cut in its lid.  It was packed with bills.  Upon it, read the words “Super Slut Spawn Wager.”

As they slurped and slurped and worshipfully slurped, beneath their little aprons, beneath their enormous bulging breasts, the two heroines’ once-pristine and perfectly flat bellies had just started to swell outwards.  Each just starting to show signs of the criminal spawn, growing within.  Neither heroine and neither villain knew which criminal had successfully planted his seed in each heroine’s belly.  Both of the buxom beauties had been pounded into oblivion by each villain’s gigantic cock far too many times to ever count.

Grinning, the two thugs slammed the fresh hundreds into the jar, to join the massive fund already crammed within.  If either of them turned out to have knocked up both heroines’ wombs, he would keep the whole pot.  Otherwise, they would split it.  Then, snickering, the two thugs sat back and, clutching tight to their chairs, hissed with pleasure as the two heroines sucked, and sucked, and sucked.  Grinning, Jab picked up the remote, and went back to switching from channel to channel of female domination.  Hook, meanwhile, began to sample the succulent treats they had made for them.

“Mmmm, mmmm…” Hook said, after downing a particularly tasty morsel.  “You sluts keep sucking and serving so well, we might not get around to selling you!”

“But don’t count on it!” Jab said.  Laughing, they exchanged high fives.

Beneath them, the two heroines whimpered with humiliation.  But, mouths quivering in awe, they never once ceased to worshipfully suck their conqueror’s cocks.  Their mouths moved with plaintive urgency up and down the thugs’ huge dicks, each pretty heroine using every ounce of persuasive power her lips and tongue possessed to silently beg her master of the hour to keep her as his slave for just a little longer.  Within her belly, each blushing heroine knew, lay a hostage with which she could never negotiate.  But, not knowing who the father was, she had no choice but to suck and suck and suck…  a one-sided negotiation that would never ever end.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SUMMARY:  in front of some cops, Green Specter confronts two thugs who have holed up in a bulletproof store with her sidekick as hostage.  In an attempt to negotiate a solution she strips off most of her costume, dances for them, and even plays with herself before them – but each concession she gives only increases their demands of her.  Finally, after fucking herself with a dildo they tossed out to her she is allowed in, and smugly confronts the thugs.  She tells them to surrender as they now have no chance against her reflexes… only to gasp in dismay as her body and vision begin to wobble.  The lube of the dildo was drugged and now so is she, through her own pussy. She attempts to resist but is effortlessly taken prisoner.  Before the eyes of the horrified cops the thugs fuck her brains out while continuing to ‘negotiate’ and Green Specter finally screams forth an offer of her own total slavery, just before blacking out… as the rumble of another car approaching appears.  Waking up periodically from her drugs she gets to witness Ms. Americana being walked through the exact same sequence she was, and soon both heroines are captured.  But, though they have both promised slavery while under duress the two heroinely negotiators remain defiant, assuming the DCPD will rescue them… until they are led to the window and shown that, while distracted by the heroine’s show the cops were themselves taken by surprise by the thugs’ henchmen and are now also prisoners.  The male cops get locked into their cars’ trunks, and the heroines and female cops are all convinced to offer slavery once more and then loaded into a repurposed paddy wagon for transport.  In a coda in their hideout, the Double D Ranch, the slavers use the more obedient of the conquered female cops to train their less dutiful comrades and other captured beauties for sale, while enjoying the services of their heroinely slaves.