Ms. Americana & Got Gal get

Taken to the Showers

By Violator

Author’s Note – Got Gal, Ms. Americana, and the Aberration are all Mr. X characters. Wing Girl is my own creation. She gets a fairly thorough introduction here, but the basic concept is, quite literally, “body of an angel, soul of a demon.”

For those not aware a Wing Girl (or Wing Woman) is P.U.A. slang for the rare and coveted female version of a Wing Man. In other words, it means a woman who actively assists a man in the seduction of other women, usually without the targeted babe having any idea that the fellow woman she just befriended is in cahoots with the man she is being steadily talked into fucking. Sometimes the female wing is paid for her service, or is bi and will participate in the resulting sex – other times, she just wants to see another hot bitch get taken down off her pedestal and screwed.

Inspiration for some of the later sequences came from the Milk Junkies series of hentai games. Though not super-heroine related at all I recommend looking them up if you have interest in big-breasted women serving in the shower, as some of the images are pretty sweet. As usual with my stuff, hit END for a short summary.

Her buxom scantily-clad ass wiggling upon a bench in the Thunder Eagles’ locker room, Ms. Americana sighed with relief as she slowly slipped off her boots one by one. Depositing them in her locker alongside her belt, she wiggled her toes with pleasure. Then, standing, she turned and strutted towards the showers, her curvaceous body jiggling pneumatically in her tiny bikini. She could hear the water running already, making her sigh with soft anticipation. She couldn’t wait to scrub the night’s filth off of her aching body, and rinse clean the fabric of her costume. She stepped through the door to the shower room… and stopped dead, so suddenly her huge breasts were left violently jiggling within their enormous yet straining bra cups.

“Ohh…” she said, bitterly. She glared. “It’s… you.”

Surprised within the shower, Got Gal looked up at her and gasped. She had just finished taking off her gloves, and had been caught with her hands on her breasts, moments before beginning to remove her own massively overloaded bra. Her fingers froze, their tips pressed to the glowing jewel nestled between her giant breasts. Then her face also twisted into a scowl.

“Ms. Americana…” she hissed back, frostily.

No one, save the two beauties themselves, knew what had started their little spat. Some cat-fighting and bickering was to be expected when enough super-heroines tried to live and work together in the same base. With nothing to do but wait until they kissed and made up, most of the other costume-clad ladies on the team just rolled their eyes and tried to give the catty pair a wide berth.

Most – but not all.

Just outside in the dressing room a young heroine who called herself the Wing Girl had just finished grabbing something from her locker, and, turning, her angelic wings trailing behind her, darted past the showers on her way out. A shapely twenty year old blonde with white swan-like wings she wore a very short white dress and white go-go boots. As she passed the shower she took a casual glance inside. She intended just to give a friendly wave to Got Gal, who she had passed on her way out of the showers. But when she saw what was going down within she gasped and immediately ducked back behind the wall. Slowly, eyes blinking wide, she leaned back out and cautiously peeked around the corner.

Within, Ms. Americana and Got Gal still stood close together, so close the tips of their huge ponderously swaying breasts nearly brushed on each heavy yet pneumatic pass. Their eyes were locked to one another, glaring defiantly. Their hands quivered upon their wide fertile hips, like gunslingers in the Old West, each daring the other to move first. Their buxom bodies, still clad in their trademark bikinis but little else, were half-concealed by roiling clouds of steam.

‘Tsk… tsk… tsk…’ Wing Girl thought to herself. An evil smirk slowly spread across her pretty young lips. ‘It’s unseemly for two heroines to fight like this…’

Although Wing Girl had won a sterling reputation as an up-and-coming heroine with an unbroken string of successes against minor criminals, unbeknownst to her new comrades the dark heart of a villainess beat within her ample chest. In secret she was carrying on illicit trysts with half the well-hung villains in the city… and most of her arrests were doing their dirty work for them, often with their secret assistance. But, though they made her gasp and moan with pleasure, the mere pumping of huge evil schlong in her pussy could not entirely satisfy the horny false-hearted super-heroine. Instead, what she truly craved, the only thing that truly gave the wicked young blonde release, was to see her own fellow heroines get humiliated, defeated, and taken down. As she watched the two warring best friends confront each other, the seed of an evil scheme suddenly hatched from nothing within her heart.

‘Fortunately,’ she thought, as she studied the two nobly glaring heroines slyly, ‘I have just the thing to improve their nasty dispositions. Courtesy of Dr. Pervo.’ Reaching down between her ample breasts, Wing Girl plucked away a tiny capsule from where it had lain hidden, beside a few others, deep within her ample jigging cleavage. Crouching down she slipped a single hand cautiously around the corner and stealthily laid the capsule on the floor just behind the heel of Ms. Americana’s little bare foot. It immediately dissolved in the rushing water. Tendrils of foul yellow vapor spiraled up from its vanishing husk to wrap round the voluptuous bodies of both of the un-suspecting heroines, chemicals leeching through their vast expanses of silkily smooth bare skin to corrupt the lusciously curvaceous super-flesh below.

‘That should do nicely,’ Wing Girl thought. Peeking back out to observe her handiwork, she rubbed a thumb against her lip and smiled with glee. She took a long, satisfied moment to savor the sight of the fertile round hips of the two buxom heroines, which swayed slowly back and forth before her in the shower, oblivious to the insidious aphrodisiac slowly seeping into them. ‘Now…for part two!’ she thought, grinning evilly. Rising, the false-hearted heroine turned and rapidly fled back through the dressing room. A dark chuckle emerged from her luscious pink lips as she contemplated the rest of a swiftly growing plan.

Back within the steaming showers, the two heroines remained entirely oblivious to their brief and dark-hearted observer. They were too busy glaring into one another’s gorgeous eyes to notice the interloper’s peeking looks, too deafened by the roaring shower to hear her soft departing footfalls, and too distracted by one another’s bodies to notice the strange tingling sensation that had already started spreading through their silky, curvaceous flesh.

“Well?” Ms. Americana asked at last, tilting her head back imperiously. “Why are you hesitating? Aren’t you going to show me how padded out your bra is, you tramp?”

“Only if you show me too, slut!” Got Gal snapped back.

Both heroines’ gazes briefly dropped down to take in one another’s wobbling, bra-straining racks… and lingered. For several long seconds the two heroines stood close, their lips open, and gaped down in awe into one another’s enormously oversized cleavage. Then, her face still staring, Ms. Americana’s lips slowly twisted into a snarl.

“Fine,” she hissed, lifting up one hand and sliding a single finger deep down in between her straining, jiggling jugs. Sneering, Got Gal did likewise.

Both heroines hands’ simultaneously clutched hold of their respective bra catches. They hesitated momentarily, lips gasping. Then, again simultaneously, they opened them. Their huge breasts spilled forth to jiggle naked in the steamy air. So close had the two heroines stood, that their protruding nipples collided, bounced… and then rubbed delicately together in mid-air. Both heroines gasped in shock to feel their tender tips touch… but it took a few seconds for either to pull away. Finally Ms. Americana stepped back. Pulling off her gloves, her gaze angrily went from first Got Gal’s jugs, then her own, and back again. “Mine are clearly bigger!” she said, viciously.

“Nonsense!” Got Gal said. Slipping off her bra, without turning she hung it up from one of the gushing shower heads and then put her hands on her hips, letting her massive bare rack sway proudly back and forth directly before its rival. “I have at least a cup size on you, if not more.”

“In your dreams!” Ms. Americana scoffed. She too took off her bra and hung it up from an opposing shower fixture.

Turning, the two heroines faced each other and, briefly, paused to study one another’s bodies again. Both were now clad in little but their masks and their skimpy bikini panties. Under the roar of the shadows, bodies and panties were both sopping wet. Studying Got Gal’s moistened crotch, Ms. Americana licked her lips.

“Turn around,” she suddenly commanded.

“Why should I?” Got Gal asked, petulantly.

“Just do it!” Americana said, impatiently.

Got Gal raised an eyebrow. Then, tossing her head indignantly, she nevertheless obeyed. “Fine,” she said, as she turned. She put her hands on her hips. Ms. Americana knelt down behind her and glared. Her eyes slid up and down the contours of Got Gal’s panty-sculpted bottom, from her svelte thighs to her narrow waist, and the little pure-white mound peeking out from between her ample cheeks. “What are you going to do?” Got Gal asked, looking over her shoulder. “Apologize by kissing my ass?” She wiggled her well-rounded pear-shaped buttocks back and forth, almost but not quite rubbing them in Ms. Americana’s face.

“No,” the Queen of Justice snarled. Reaching up, she slid both fingers into the hips of Got Gal’s panties and, with a single powerful jerk of her arms, yanked them all the way down the blonde’s long and muscular legs. Got Gal gasped as she suddenly found her panties around her ankles, leaving her completely naked but for her mask. “I just want to see how fat it is!” Americana said, and, smiling with glee, gave the helpless wiggle Got-ass a sharp, flesh-protruding pinch.

“Oh! You BITCH!” Got Gal cried. She whirled around in fury. Laughing, Ms. Americana let go and lunged swiftly backwards. But Got Gal pursued her, diving down towards the startled brunette’s wasp-like waist.

“Same to you, tramp!” the naked blonde cried. Seizing hold of her one-time friend’s tiny star-spangled panties, she jerked them away with all her strength. Ms. Americana’s hands opened in shock to either side of her panties as the tiny garment streeetched and then, reaching its breaking point, suddenly tore away with a loud “RIP!”

Got Gal stumbled back, Ms. Americana’s torn panties in hand. “Look what I got, slut!” she laughed. She waved the tattered little panty back and forth tauntingly before Ms. Americana’s shocked, gasping face.

“Give those back, you tramp!” Ms. Americana screamed. She lunged after the smirking blonde. Got Gal attempted to leap away only for her mouth to fall open in a startled gasp as her own intact bottoms yanked tight about her ankles, hobbling her in place. Americana collided into the gaping buxom blonde like a charging tackle into a cheerleader and the two went head over heels to land on top of each other, halfway down the white tile floor.

Their buxom bodies struggling and wiggling together in a vicious tangle, Ms. Americana managed to get up on her knees first and yank Got Gal up over her knee.

“You like this, slut?” Ms. Americana cried, bringing her hand down hard upon the blonde heroine’s wiggling ass. Got Gal jerked and squealed in shock as she got spanked. “You like this?” Americana snarled, hand slapping down on buxom wiggling ass again. Then she cried out as she was thrown backwards. Got Gal surged up and then lunged down on top of her, mighty buxom body jiggling spectacularly the whole time. Catching Ms. Americana still dazed and wiggling on her back, Got Gal slammed her thighs down to either side of her head and shoved her blonde muff into the stunned, gaping brunette’s face.

“C’mon, whore, you know you want to!” Got Gal snarled as, straddling her head, one hand in her sopping black hair, she smashed her cunt into Americana’s face. “Eat me out, bitch!” But Americana, though gaping up into Got Gal's dripping pussy in awe, twisted her face from side to side to avoid getting her luscious red lips trapped by the blonde's repeatedly descending bush, instead taking the dripping slit on first one and then the other of her masked cheeks, followed by her nose.

Americana finally managed to get an arm around Got Gal and threw her onto her back to one side. Surging up and then coming back down on top of her she wrapped her hands around Got Gal’s shoulders and slammed her hard onto the floor. But Got Gal’s arms shot up between hers and, seizing her shoulders as well, yanked hard to one side. The two tumbled over and over across the floor, shower water washing over them, until they came to rest with Ms. Americana again on top. Wet buxom bodies pressed together, huge breasts interlocked and heaving silkily between one another, the two heroines’ faces drew close together. They hissed in fury at one another, their quivering lips pulled back into sultry snarls.

“You… you shouldn’t have stolen the Aberration from me, bitch!” Ms. Americana said, hands wrapped around Got Gal’s arms.

“Oh, don’t even!” Got Gal said, indignantly, clawing at Americana’s wrists. “You needed my help! I can’t help it if the press gave me the credit!”

“You are the press!” Americana cried. As they struggled, her huge breasts rubbed and pressed tight against Got Gal’s, their big delicate pink tips caressing and dancing delightfully amidst their valiant struggles. “And I… I… I was handling him!”

“Yeah, you were handling him real well on your knees, slut!” Got Gal hissed. Giving up on the Queen of Justice’s surging arms, she reached back behind the brunette’s head, seized her wet hair, and yanked. Hard.

Screeching in pain, Americana released Got Gal’s throat and reared back up, still straddling over her. “Ooh! Not like you did much better, whore!” she cried. Seizing Got Gal’s hands she tore them from her hair and slammed them hard against to the sopping floor to either side of the blonde’s head. She leaned her face down close and snarled into Got Gal’s face. “He got away!”

“That… that’s not my fault, you giant tramp!” Got Gal said.

“Whore!” Ms. Americana hissed.

“Slut!” Got Gal growled.

Finally, they could resist no longer. With a gasp, both superheroines suddenly grabbed each other’s heads and, yanking each other close, pressed their luscious full lips into one another and shared a sopping, passionate, quivering kiss. Their tongues caressed sensually back and forth between one another’s lovely mouths, their breath coming in desperate sighs through their sculpted noses. Then, with twin loud gasps, the two heroines’ sultrily half-lidded eyes suddenly spread wide and stared into one another in shock. With twin startled-schoolgirl screams they broke their kiss and shoved each other apart.

“I’m… I’m sorry!” Ms. Americana gasped. She came to land with a wet thud upon her ass, thighs spread and splayed, huge breasts rising and falling heavily with her ragged breath. Tossing her head, she blushed and pulled back her drenched hair behind her shoulder. “I… I don’t know what came over me.”

“No, no,” Got Gal said, sprawled likewise in front of her with her thighs spread and her huge breasts bouncing and rubbing heavily against one another. “It… it was all my fault.”

For a moment, both heroines’ eyes dropped, and they stared in unspeaking silence at each other’s pussies, exposed between their respective luscious, mighty, and delicately parted thighs. Ms. Americana’s dark bush and Got Gal’s blonde muff glistened with a moisture that had nothing to do with the roaring shower. At the tips of their heavy, ponderously wobbling breasts the delicate pink nipples that tipped their huge jugs were erect and noticeably aroused. Each heroine slowly licked her lips. Still panting silently, their eyes slowly returned to one another’s gorgeous faces. Each blushed slightly behind her mask.

“This is silly,” Ms. Americana said, at last.

She stood, and Got Gal did likewise, opposite each other. “We shouldn’t be fighting,” Americana continued. Reaching up, she took a washcloth down from where it hung over a showerhead. “Come, let me make it up to you by…" She glanced downwards, and licked her lips. "By cleaning all that filth off of your body…”

Got Gal’s body was indeed filthy, her immaculate silky curves caked with the grime and grease of a long and hard night on the streets of Delta City. But so was Ms. Americana’s.

“Of course,” Got Gal said, reaching up and plucking away the other washcloth. “As long as you let me do the same.”

Coming together, the two heroines began to dutifully scrub one another’s dirty flesh. They started with one another’s faces, shoulders, and arms… standing so close, their breasts jiggled and caressed delicately together as they worked. Then they stepped back slightly to scrub the breasts themselves. Their twin pairs of gigantic jugs shimmied delightfully under one another’s scrubbing hands, wobbling back and forth ponderously each time a cloth withdrew to rinse. They concluded by cleaning one another’s nipples with slow strokes, staring around the base of their broad pink areolae and sliding slowly outward to squeeze delicately around the big protruding tips, drawing soft gasps from each other’s lips as they did so.

Then, having exhausted what they could easily do simultaneously, they took turns going lower. Got Gal went first, kneeling down at Ms. Americana’s feet in order to scrub diligently over her long svelte legs, buxom jutting ass, and her flat belly… ending of course with a descent down into the space between her thighs. Americana visibly struggled to hold it together through her cleaning, especially the final part. Then Got Gal rose and Americana knelt, and returned every scrubbing, curve-cleaning favor with interest. Except for the last one.

Scrubbing back and forth across Got Gal’s belly, Ms. Americana gave her crotch a long look… and then paused. Withdrawing her cloth, she slowly stood up, and gave it a good rinse. Then, reaching into the soap tray, she withdrew the bar. Slowly she worked up a thick lather upon the cloth, looking the waiting blonde in the eye the whole time. Got Gal squirmed slightly, unable to hold herself still, and whimpered softly in anticipation.

“Only one place left…” Ms. Americana cooed.

“I know…” Got Gal whispered, softly.

Ms. Americana reached out and took Got Gal by the shoulder. The buxom blonde gasped as she was slammed back against the wall of the shower. Then, a devious smirk upon her lips, Americana reached between Got Gal’s legs and started rubbing, hard. Got Gal’s head tilted back with a gasp, her whole body quivering under the attention. Biting her lip and closing her eyes, her head rolled kittenishly, as little ululations of pleasure sounded from her delicate throat.

Finally, having scrubbed her thoroughly, Ms. Americana withdrew the washcloth from Got Gal’s crotch. Got Gal gasped slightly in disappointment. But instead of backing away, the gorgeous brunette, her eyes half-lidded, kept a firm grip on Got Gal’s bare creamy shoulder.

“There… all clean…” Brenda cooed, softly. Her hand squeezed Got Gal’s shoulder repeatedly, massaging it, and then slid up to cup the back of her neck. Smirking, the brunette raised her free hand, let the filthy washcloth dangle from a single finger… and then let it drop. “Oh!” she said, leaning in closer and closer. “But I think I missed a spot.” Her eyes studied Got Gal’s parted lips. “And my washcloth is all filthy…”

“Whatever will you do?” Got Gal asked.

“I have an idea,” Ms. Americana said. Dropping all pretense, she put both hands around her squirming shower-mate and pulled her close. Their huge breasts slid in between one another, rubbing and caressing deliciously. Slowly, ever so slowly, their full luscious lips drew closer and closer to one another, opening up in preparation to share a tender and adoring kiss.

“UH-OH!” Wing Girl’s brash young voice suddenly called. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?”

With loud gasps both heroines’ faces whirled, their jaws dropping open in shock. The winged blonde heroine stood in the entrance with her hands upon her hips, giving them a coy knowing smile. But that’s not what truly caused the heroines’ eyes to widen in stunned disbelief. For from her hand dangled a thin metal chain, at the other end of which trailed none other than the Aberration himself.

The huge green villain had his hands cuffed behind him with heavy iron manacles. He was in every other respect naked. He leered openly up and down the sight of his two would-be nemeses caught naked in one another’s arms. His green flesh was covered, from the top of his horned head to the points of his clawed toes, and the tip of his giant dangling penis, in smears of dirty nasty-looking grease.

“I caught this big bad boy after he tried to flee through a fast food waste treatment center,” Wing Girl said. She wrinkled her nose and pointed up and down the filthy super-villain. “Since you girls are already set up for it, could you be dears and clean him off for me? I CAN’T take him before a judge like this, and I have a LOT of paperwork to file, stat!”

With twin gasps, the two super-heroines shoved each other’s jiggly bodies away and whirled to face the new arrivals. The sudden motion set their mammoth bare breasts to swaying and jostling, violently. Their awesome nude curves squirmed guiltily, flat sexy belly beside flat sexy belly and huge swaying breasts beside huge swaying breasts, as, hands tracing across their flesh, their tingling bodies remembered in detail each and every caress of the others’ curves.

“But… but Wing Girl,” Ms. Americana said, squirming before the intruders like a schoolgirl surprised naked in her bath. “We can’t do that!”

“Don’t worry, it’s just food waste” the young blonde cooed. “It’s icky and stinky, but not toxic.” And, to demonstrate, she scooped some off his hip with her own fingertip. And then, making a face, spent the next few seconds hastily flicking it back off. “According to the MSDS you can even eat it if you really want to,” she added, and smiled deviously.

“That’s… that’s not…” Ms. Americana said, head slowly tilting up and down as she stared at the towering villain in shock. Her hands were clutched, protectively yet completely inadequately, over her massive naked breasts and delicate unprotected snatch. “Wing Girl, we’re NAKED!” she said, finally managing to get out the obvious point.

“And so is he!” Got Gal added, gaping down in awe at the Aberration’s tremendous, greasy green cock. Though she managed to keep her face up, Ms. Americana’s eyes repeatedly did likewise.

“So?” Wing Girl asked, tilting her pretty head and appearing puzzled. “What’s the big deal? We’re super-heroines, are we not? Do we let a little nudity defeat us?”

“Wing Girl, you’re… you’re…” Americana said. Her throat dry, eyes wide, she slowly ran her eyes up and down the villain’s massive, muscular body once more. She swallowed. Then she lifted her head high. “Wing Girl,” she said, her voice suddenly cleansed of shock, “you’re absolutely right.” Shamed into action by the younger heroine’s idealism, she dropped her protective hands from her body, placed them firmly and defiantly upon her hips and, tearing her eyes from the villain’s impressive body, looked the young blonde in the eye and gave her a firm and confident smile. “A little indignity is no obstacle for a super-heroine - especially when one of our sisters is in need. Isn’t that right, Got Gal?”

“Right!” Got Gal said. She too tore her wide blue eyes away from the villain’s massive, swaying cock. But her hands trembled slightly as they slid down onto her body to mirror Americana’s pose, and also turned her head to face Wing Girl. “Don’t worry, Wing Girl,” she said, “We’ll help you out. Neither our nakedness nor his dampens our zeal for justice!”

Eyes glancing momentarily together as the two heroines’ head briefly lifted high and looked boldly up wards, Wing Girl and the Aberration could not resist sharing a brief, devious smirk. Based on the tenting of their big swaying nipples, and the creamy glistening down between their mighty thighs, zeal was not the only heroinely urge that remained undampened in the steamy little shower.

“Thanks, ladies!” Wing Girl said, face whirling back forward and beaming. “You’re the best!”

Reaching up, she released the Aberration from his collar, leaving him bound only by his manacles. Putting a hand on the villain’s back she shoved him forward into the shower. Despite their earlier confidence and bravado, the two heroines immediately leaped apart as he stumbled forward into their midst. Standing to either side of him they gaped up and down his towering body in awe, looking more like horny cheerleaders standing in naked worship before a towering linebacker than super-heroines standing proud and free before their captured foe.

“He’s all yours girls!” Wing Girl said. “Now, sorry, gotta run! I left his gang tied to a lamp post!” Whirling, the lovely young heroine waved good bye over her shoulder and darted quickly out. “I’ll be back soon!” she called behind her. “Take good care of him in the meantime for me, ladies!” Then with a parting wiggle of her short-skirted hips she was through the door and gone. Left alone with the silent, towering, slightly smirking villain, the confident expressions upon Ms. Americana and Got Gal’s faces quivered slightly. They swallowed, gulping audibly. Then, kneeling down, they slowly retrieved their washcloths from the floor, stood, and then came forward to do their task, their naked bodies jiggling beautifully.

“Let’s start with his back,” Ms. Americana said, as she finished soaping up her wash-cloth.

“Agreed,” Got Gal said. Both set their soap aside.

Starting with the villains’ back the two heroines raised their cloths and began, with twin soft gasps, to slowly and dutifully scrub his filthy muscular flesh. Their huge breasts wobbled wet and naked just inches from his inhuman green skin as they diligently scrubbed his shoulder blades. As they worked higher up onto his shoulders their tender pink nipples, delicately extended, repeatedly brushed lightly against his flesh despite their best attempts to prevent it. Gasping at the stimulating contact, the quivering heavenly-shaped beauties bit their lips and, wash-cloths slowly sliding back and forth across his massive shoulders and around his neck, did their best to press on. Finally, having finished with his upper back, they slowly squatted down and, gasping, rubbed their hands up and down the villain’s ass and then, slowly, worked their way down the backs of his massive thighs and calves to his heels.

Finally, having finished the entirety of the villain’s backside the two heroines stood up. The villain’s back was now completely clean. But the same could not be said of their washcloths, which were now black and dripping with grease. Lovely noses wrinkling in disgust, the buxom naked beauties strutted over to two different shower heads, held them up under the streaming water, and attempted to rinse them off. But their lovely mouths promptly gasped in shock as absolutely none of the disgusting, greasy mixture was dislodged by the rushing waters.

“Oh, Goddess!” Ms. Americana said, eyes wide and shimmering as she pulled back her still-filthy cloth and stared at it in horror. “It’s not coming off!”

“Mine either!” Got Gal moaned as, removed from the rushing waters, her once-pure-white cloth stubbornly remained every bit as filthy as when she’d finally removed it from the Aberration’s back.

Behind them, unseen, the huge villain’s smug smirk slowly and silently broadened. Unbeknownst to the two huge-breasted, bare-pussied super-heroines, Wing Girl and her grinning green accomplice had specifically chosen the foul mixture for being almost impossible to remove from cloth. Oblivious, with gasps of frustration the two heroines tossed the ruined rags aside. Then, slowly, side by side, they turned to regard their remaining work. Arms slowly coiling defensively around their ample moist curves, the two buxom heroines shivered as they beheld the filth that still covered the entire front of the villain’s body, despite the warm waters that trickled continuously down their flesh.

“There… there are more wash cloths in the laundry room…” Got Gal softly noted, as her eyes traced in awe over the villain’s greasy abs and did their best to keep off the massive dangling monster that lurked just below.

“T-true…” Ms. Americana said. “But that’s all the way down on level two.” A squirm slowly shivered through her well-rounded, buxom ass, as her eyes traced slowly across the villain’s vast filthy chest. She licked her lips, and nervously tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. “I… I do not wish to leave you alone with him for so long…” she finally admitted.

“Nor I you,” Got Gal said.

“Then I guess, like heroines always do…” Ms. Americana said. Detaching an arm from where it had wrapped tightly, protectively over her massive breasts, she slowly reached upwards. “We must improvise…”

With a trembling hand, Ms. Americana delicately plucked her massive dangling bra from the shower spigot upon which it hung. Her own hand trembling as well, Got Gal silently did the same. Holding their huge floppy-cupped bras before the colossal jiggling jugs they once had so delicately and inadequately covered, the two heroines tried to keep their eyes down and their gorgeous faces business-like as they slowly lathered up the massive trademark cups with soap. Watching, the Aberration remained silent, but the smirk upon his face slowly broadened. Between his legs his dick twitched in anticipation.

Finally, unable to delay any longer, the quivering heroines reluctantly deposited their soap back into its holders and then slowly, hesitantly strutted forward. Breathing hard and unable to meet his gaze, each heroine raised her huge soapy bra up to either side of the villain’s massive chest and began, gently and delicately, to scrub. The villain’s smirk broadened steadily as his enemies’ delicate hands gently caressed back and forth across his pecs, one through an unmistakable star-spangled bra cup, the other through a cup of pure white silk. Going up on tiptoe, Ms. Americana tried her best to ignore the Aberration’s leering grin as she used the unsoiled striped cup of her bra to wipe his neck, cheeks and chin… almost as if the buxom heroine were a nursemaid wiping him up with a bra-shaped bib. As she did so her gigantic breasts rubbed and caressed softly against his appreciative and now-pristine chest, as if trying to give it a final delicate buffing. Meanwhile, Got Gal knelt down and used her remaining pristine cup to gently scrub his abs. She gasped, her fertile buxom hindquarters squirming just above the floor, as her fingers helplessly caressed the villain’s massive and impressive six-pack with nothing but the extremely thin and sheer silk of her own bra separating her bare skin from his. Then, rising up, each heroine used what clean patches she had left to work their way down his massive mighty arms. Bent over, their buxom bare asses jiggling back and forth as they labored, licking their lips as they meticulously slid their fingers down each bulging and impressive crevice, they looked more like awed high-school girls studiously scrubbing a studly boy’s muscle car than proud and mighty super-heroines.

Finally, having completely cleaned the villain’s entire head, arms, and torso, the two heroines took a step back, put their hands on their hips, and surveyed his now pristine upper body in satisfaction.

“A job well done, if I do say so myself!” Ms. Americana said proudly.

“Yes,” Got Gal said. Then slowly she raised her arm, her huge bra dangling daintily from a single outstretched finger, and grimaced in revulsion. “But not without cost.” The massive proud cups of her bra dripped and dribbled with dark greasy slime. Slowly, Ms. Americana did likewise, letting her own proud patriotic bra dangle back and forth just beside Got Gal’s, the immeasurable filth and grime she had scrubbed off onto it oozing down its proud white stars and ruining its bold red stripes.

Observing the sight, the Aberration’s grin broadened even further, until a few pointy teeth peeked out beneath his sneering lip.

With twin gasps of shame and revulsion, the two heroines turned their heads and, red-faced, tossed their ruined bras aside. The slime-covered garments landed with wet thuds in the corners of the shower, spraying filth and muck briefly up onto the walls before coming to rest in proud, thoroughly-soiled heaps.

Turning back to their charge, hands once more wrapping tightly and protectively around their naked bodies, the two heroines regarded their remaining work with dread. There was now nothing they could do. The villain was now completely caked in filth only from the waist down – and so, as their gaze slid slowly up and down their remaining work the two naked, open-mouthed, huge-breasted heroines had no choice but to feast their eyes upon his penis. The tremendous green schlong dangled straight down between his massive thighs, reaching nearly to his knees. Though not erect it had still grown quite swollen with blood… imparting a pussy-ruining thickness that made both astonished heroines gasp in lip-quivering horror. Worst of all the gigantic penis was caked with a massive amount of the slick, evil fluid. Wing Girl had personally taken much pleasure in applying more of the slime to her partner-in-grime’s appreciatively-twitching penis than she had smeared across the entire rest of his body.

“Only a little bit more remains…” Got Gal said, softly.

“Yes,” Ms. Americana said, eyes glued to the massive filthy penis.

“Then… then I suppose we have only one choice…” Got Gal said. Her eyes were slowly sliding up and down the exact same giant, twitching thing.

“Yes…” Ms. Americana whispered.

Slowly, ever so slowly, eyes never leaving the massive dangling penis, the two heroines sank to their knees. Hands dipping down to the floor, they slowly came back up… each heroine’s skimpy, trademark super-heroine panty dangling daintily from a single pair of pinched, out-stretched fingers.

The two heroines gasped and breathed deep, eyes flicking back and forth between the villain’s cock and their delicately dangling panties. Blushes slowly spread across their gorgeous cheeks, and their full red lips briefly trembled in humiliation. But they had no choice. Averting their eyes downwards, the two beauties gasped softly as they snatched up the soap with their free hands and set to rapidly and vigorously lathering up their panties. Deprived of any tightly-clutched protection, their huge shapely bare breasts swayed and wobbled delightfully just behind their laboring soap-stroking hands, affording the smirking villain a spectacular combined show. His penis twitched, and began slowly to rise. Eyes darting up accompanied by soft gasps from their lips, the heroines did not fail to notice. But their labors never ceased, and soon suds dripped in white streamers and thick bubbly drifts down the scantily-cut, swooping curvatures of the very super-panties they had once proudly worn, arcing in skimpy defiance, across their fertile shapely loins.

Finally, panties fully lathered, the two heroines set the soap daintily aside. Then, with twin soft gasps, their buxom nude bodies slowly rose up onto their knees and hobbled slowly forward, ample curves quivering and jiggling in their spectacular nakedness, until they knelt side by side at the villain’s feet. Spreading their panties across their open palms, with deep red blushes upon their cheeks the two heroines slowly raised them up and began, once more, to scrub the villain’s body.

They started on his upper thighs, lips hanging open as they gently worked the fronts of their little panties back and forth in the crevices of his giant muscles. Meanwhile between them, and framed by the suds-dripping super-heroine bottoms, his huge dick lolled like an evil waiting monster. Neither heroine proved ready to move on to it just yet. Instead, licking their lips, they slowly sank lower, rubbing their little panties over the villain’s knees and calves. Finally, bent prostrate almost as if they were worshipping their chained, towering foe, the two heroines used their now badly soiled bottoms to wash his feet. They ended by using what few pristine corners of panty they had left to gently buff clean his claws, gasping like buxom shoe-shine girls desperate for a good tip.

Finally, lifting back up onto their haunches, the two heroines gasped in pride at what they had accomplished. Then, simultaneously, they lifted up their panties and grimaced. Dangling side by side from their little outstretched fingers, both skimpy panties dripped and drooled with a massive load of greasy filth. With twin gasps of revulsion, the two heroines turned and tossed them aside. By chance the two panties landed in a little collective heap, their skimpy soiled fabrics lying atop one another… directly between the Aberration’s gleamingly clean, clawed toes.

Turning back, the two heroines licked their lips and, squirming, regarded the last remaining part of the Aberration’s body that had yet to be cleaned.

“Only… only one thing remains, Got Gal,” Ms. Americana said, eyes sliding slowly up and down in awe over the Aberration’s enormous, rock-hard, filth-drooling penis.

“Yes, Ms. Americana,” Got Gal softly agreed. She bit her lip, squirming, her eyes glued to it. “But it is quite a big… big thing.”

“Th… that’s true,” Ms. Americana said, gasping softly, her buxom fertile hips squirming atop her heels. “And… and we have no more cloth at all,” she added, eyes tracing slowly down the villain’s immense slime-festooned length to his giant, grease-slathered balls.

“None,” Got Gal agreed.

“I suppose we have no choice, then,” Ms. Americana said, slowly licking her open, quivering lips.

“Yes,” Got Gal whispered. “No choice at all.”

Finally, the two heroines could restrain themselves no longer. Lifting up upon their knees, they hobbled forward. Bowing their gorgeous heads, they extended their long glistening tongues and, quivering, used them to simultaneously give both sides of the Aberration’s huge penis a pair of long, rising licks. Eyes closed, their tongues trembled and rippled as they slid against his penis… but kept going, inch after inch after veiny seemingly endless inch. Finally, reaching his enormous bulbous tip, each tongue slid back to take another few rolling licks around the underside of his massive bulbous head before finally, with soft twin gasps, they withdrew.

Mouths hanging open and eyes wide, both heroines gaped down in disbelief at what they had just done. The Aberration’s huge penis loomed before them, twin streaks of saliva cutting through the caked grease along either side. It twitched, in lingering delight, before their stunned eyes. Their glistening tongues stuck out between their open gaping lips … huge dollops of greasy filthy riding delicately atop their quivering pink curves. Then, with soft sighs, the heroines blushed and closed their eyes. Withdrawing their filth-laden tongues back inside their mouths, they slowly closed their full red gorgeous lips and, blushing slightly, with some difficulty, swallowed.

Their eyes promptly flew back open, and their mouths opened into little O’s of lovely surprise.

“Oh… oh my goodness!” Ms. Americana gasped, shocked. “He’s… tasty!”

“Yes!” Got Gal said, eyes blinking wide in awe and gaping down at her own luscious lips in wonder. “He tastes so… sweet. I… I never would have guessed!”

“Well then… what are we waiting for?” Ms. Americana asked, squirming.

“Nothing,” Got Gal said. “Nothing at all!”

With twin gasps, both heroines suddenly surged forwards again, their lovely hungry mouths questing for and promptly finding the Aberration’s greasy, delicious dick. Wrapping their lips around him, they began, with succulent and worshipful enthusiasm, to slurp glop after glop of filth off his enormous, rock-hard, and eagerly twitching penis. Between slurping kisses their luscious tongues batted and swirled, seeking desperately to lap away every little bit of his filth… and giving him enormous sexual pleasure in the process.

“Oh, yeah!” the Aberration gasped at last, breaking his silence for the first time. His head tilted back involuntarily, his toothy mouth dropping open and quivering in awe, as eager heroine lips and tongues swarmed across his dick. The heroines, however, heads bowed and tongues moving with purpose, seemed not even to notice. Their sweet full mouths kissed their way up and down the length of the villain’s cock, glistening tongues slurping in and out between kisses to lick and quiver hungrily against his flesh.

After about a minute of sweet and gentle suckling Ms. Americana gasped and suddenly sat back onto her naked, jiggling haunches. She gazed down at the huge penis and, lips dropping in shock, blushed.

“Oh, Goddess…” she gasped, in dismay. For, despite her best efforts, vast quantities of hanging drooling filth still coated the Aberration’s appreciative, lip-swaddled penis.

But time waits for no heroine. Oblivious to her comrade’s horrified retreat, Got Gal whimpered as the Aberration’s penis retreated before her slurping lips. Beautiful head craning forth desperately, her flawless shapely body shambling pneumatically forward upon her knees, she hungrily pursued it. Shoved by her own friend’s luscious slurping mouth, the Aberration’s giant penis promptly slammed straight over and thudded into place directly between Americana’s open, shocked, quivering lips. Eyes wide, she looked down upon it in stunned awe. Then, as a fresh dollop of moisture oozed into her bare pussy, she closed her eyes and moaned, her gorgeous head rolling slightly around the massive penis. Having finally found a favorable angle, with another soft moan Ms. Americana accepted the divine signal and, shoving her head forward, began obsequiously to suck.

“Oh, Goddess!” Got Gal gasped, as Americana’s wide-stretched, shuttling lips suddenly hurtled up to collide with hers. Now it was her turn to sink back suddenly onto her buxom, jiggling haunches. She gasped in disbelief at the sight of her valiant partner’s proud, beautiful, nobly masked face, blushing deeply, shuttling furiously up and down their foe’s penis. And yet, no sooner had she beheld the sight than a tiny moan burst from her own delicate throat. Her tongue slid out and, as she gaped at her slurping partner in awe, briefly moistened her full quivering red lips. Then, she could resist no more. Diving back down, blushing furiously to match her partner, she stayed clear of Americana’s shuttling lips and returned once more to slurping and smooching worshipfully along the lower several inches of the Aberration’s mammoth shaft.

The Aberration couldn’t hold it any longer. “Oh… oh, fuck YES!” he cried, head shooting back and quivering in awe, as pure heroinely delight swarmed continuously up and down his warm slurp-swaddled dick.

At his feet, both heroines’ blushes deepened, and tiny moans of humiliation burst from their throats, to hear their foe’s exultant gasps of pleasure. But, lips quivering and gorgeous heads bobbing, they continued mindlessly to serve him. Finally, head shuddering as it thrust halfway down his huge penis, Ms. Americana could take no more. With a deep and forlorn moan she suddenly jerked back down her foe’s giant cock. It twisted and bent enormously as she sought, fruitlessly, to dislodge it from her puffy overloaded lips. Finally, she burst free, and knelt at his feet, gasping for breath and blushing in out-matched defeat.

Got Gal needed only an instant to notice her opportunity. Still trailing a streamer of saliva that connected them to his huge filthy penis, her full red lips pulled back and quivered as she gaped at the newly exposed, swaying tip of the Aberration’s penis. Left clean by Ms. Americana’s own sucking, it glistened with a thick layer of her spittle. Got Gal licked her lips, staring. An instant later, practically shoving her gasping her shoving friend aside, she dove in and wrapped her lips around him in turn. Lifting her gorgeous head with difficulty she too began, furiously, to suck.

Shoved to one side by Got Gal’s hand upon her shoulder, Ms. Americana gasped in shock. But she could not resist for long, either. Sighing, she allowed Got Gal’s quivering hand to shove her down. On all fours, she lifted her gorgeous head with a soft gasp and, delicately, applied her quivering lips to his huge hanging balls. As Got Gal’s wide-stretched lips slurped furiously up and down his giant penis, Ms. Americana set to tenderly lapping and kissing clean, one by one, each of his gigantic dangling cum-swollen balls.

“God Damn!” the Aberration said, head back and toes wiggling with pleasure, as his entire schlong and nutsack got the ultimate in cleaning delicacy. “You heroines give GREAT service!”

With twin gasps, the outraged heroines slurped their mouths back off his giant wobbling genitalia and settled back angrily upon their fertile, buxom, wiggling haunches.

“Don’t… don’t think we’re doing this because we want to, villain!” Ms. Americana snapped, lifting her head high… her drool-dripping lips twisting into a sultry and imperious snarl.

“That’s right!” Got Gal insisted, stridently, from her knees. “Sucking your penis,” she insisted, “does nothing but further ignite our passion for justice. No… no matter how huge and thick it might be…” Squirming upon her haunches, the busty heroine could not resist dipping her eyes down and getting a quick, gasping taste. Beside her, Americana did likewise. Then, getting a hold of themselves again, both mighty heroines lifted their gorgeous masked heads high and glared up at him, defiantly.

Looking down upon the two furious heroines, the Aberration merely smirked. “Well, then, ladies,” he cooed, nodding downwards, “You better get back to work. ‘Cuz you got a long way to go.”

“Oh!” Got Gal gasped. Head dropping back down her eyes widened as they gazed a second time, openly, upon his penis. “He’s right,” she whispered, wiggling in horror. Beside her, Americana did likewise.

Though streaked and glistening with heroine spittle, the massive cock looming before the two gaping heroines was still festooned with innumerable globs, smears, and tendrils of filthy grease. All the best efforts of their lips and tongues had seemed to accomplish was to slide it around.

“D…don’t worry, Got Gal,” Americana whispered, staring at the tip of the huge penis in awe. “Working together we will take him. Even… even if we both have to suck him down all the way to his base.”

Squirming beside her, Got Gal bit her lip and nodded. “Of… of course,” she said, and delicately licked her full quivering lips with her tongue.

Without further ado, both heroines fell back onto their knees and, hobbling forward, wrapped their lips back around his penis. This time they didn’t mess around. Taking turns, each heroine wrapped her quivering, outmatched lips worshipfully around him and, moaning, slammed her gorgeous head as far and fast up his dick as she could. Meanwhile the other, cooing in encouragement, pressed kisses to the sides of the villain’s massive penis as it became briefly available between shuttling surges of her partner’s lips, or occasionally, ducking low, to his balls. Every once in a while, to encourage one another, they even pressed kisses onto one another’s own quivering over-stuffed cheeks, as their slurping partner whimpered and struggled to handle what she was doing to herself. Despite this delicate encouragement from her sister, neither heroine managed to sustain more than a few strokes before, whimpering and overwhelmed, she slid back off the villain’s huge cock and, defeated, let him slip from her abused and trembling lips. But always the other was ready and waiting, leaning her own gorgeous head in swiftly, questing and finding him with her own hungrily quivering lips… and, with a tiny moan, slamming him deep down her own throat in turn.

In this fashion, minute after minute, the two heroines serviced their enemy’s giant penis. “Oh, yes,” the Aberration groaned, face lost in steamy heaven as he got sucked and sucked, slurped and slurped. “This is the best shit ever!”

The comment caused both heroines to blush and gasp softly with outrage… but, other than a brief humiliated quiver, their full luscious lips never for a moment ceased their worshipful service upon the exultant villains’ schlong. Finally, after many minutes of deep-throating and tongue-lapping pleasure, the two heroines both withdrew their lips, gave the huge penis one last delicate lap of their tongues and then, sighing softly, slowly settled back onto their buxom haunches. They regarded the huge penis in awe, as it glistened before them… completely and utterly spotless from his enormous balls all the way up to his massive flaring tip.

“By the Goddess!” Got Gal exclaimed, gazing out upon his vast spotless penis in pride. “He’s clean!”

“Yes, he is!” Ms. Americana said, sighing in joy. “And we couldn’t have done it without working together – like friends should!”

Turning their heads before the villain’s huge penis, the two heroines looked rapturously into each others’ eyes. Lifting their tongues in celebration they ran them over and over around the undersides of his immense cock-head, savoring the pristine and slime-free feel and taste of his cock-flesh as a sign of their mutual teamwork and success.

“Yes, you did ladies!” the Abberration agreed, leering down at them. His head tilted back and moaned with pleasure. “And now…to celebrate...” He groaned, his dick twitching wildly. “Here come the fireworks!”

The two heroines turned their eyes down and gaped down in shock as the huge penis began to twitch and shake. But, though their eyes widened, their delicate tongues could not resist giving it a few more swirling laps. Finally realizing what was about to happen, shock spreading across their faces, the two beauties gasped in horror and finally withdrew their tongues. But by then it was too late. The massive penis trembled excitedly before them even without their delicate stimulation.

“Oh, shit…” they both said, pretty eyes blinking wide in horror as they stared straight into the dilating glans of the wildly twitching penis.

Moments later the Aberration, head back and screaming with furious and animalistic pleasure, unleashed his massive load all over their faces. Screams rang out from their stunned faces and were promptly silenced into chocked gurgles as massive gouts of cum splattered across them and plunged in shooting spurts through their open lips. Torrents of cum poured into their hair and splashed across their beautiful faces. Their eyes blinked wide with bewilderment as they were sealed and blinded with his seed. Meanwhile, rivers and waterfalls of cum poured down off their inundated faces to dribble in soiling streamers down every quivering shaking inch of the huge breasts, mighty legs, and jutting asses they had both worked so hard and so lovingly to clean.

Finally, sinking down with dying pleasure his huge penis drooped and its torrential flow slackened. A last few lazy spurts shot out to splatter against the delicate tips of their enormous swaying breasts. Groaning, with broad blinks of their lovely cum-laden lashes the two ladies finally managed to clean their eyes of seed, and gaped out in horrified awe at his thick, swaying, dangling penis. Then, lips hanging open and drooling out streamers of cum, they turned their faces down and gazed with equal, wide-eyed horror upon one another’s gorgeous, semen-soiled bodies.

“Oh, my Goddess!” Got Gal moaned, her soiled lips drooling in horror. “Our careful cleaning… it’s been absolutely ruined!”

“You’re right, Got Gal,” Americana groaned, gaping down at her partner’s dripping tits and cum-streaked ass in disbelief. “We… we’re completely filthy!”

“You certainly are, ladies,” the Aberration said. And, grinning broadly, he slowly brought his hands out from behind his back. Shattered chains hung from each of his manacled wrists. Eyes going wide, the two gorgeous naked heroines gaped up at the broken bonds in shock.

“Oh… oh shit…” both said, eyes wide and lips quivering in stunned disbelief.

Laughing in triumph, before the lovely ladies could react the Aberration seized both sides of their gorgeous noggins and savagely slammed them together. Both ladies cried out in shock, cum splattering away from the impact, as their heads audibly clunked together. When he withdrew his hands, both heroines were left quivering upon their knees, masked heads wobbling on their shoulders, their gorgeous eyes blinking and seeing stars. Then with twin groans, the mighty buxom crime-fighters sank backwards to lie, prostrate and naked, at the feet of their foe and, with shudders and quivers of defeat, lost consciousness before him.

A short time later, the two heroines woke back up. They could tell it was still a short time because the tips of their giant breasts were still almost painfully engorged, and the pussies between their legs drooled with a sopping moisture that had nothing to do with the still-raging showers.

They were both bound. The heroines chocked and grimaced in disgust as they felt and tasted their own soiled panties wadded up in their mouths, silencing their tongues and ensuring that even in the midst of their very own fortress they could not call for help. Eyes turning down and blinking in humiliated shock, they blushed to see that their panties had been sealed inside by tied shoulder straps ripped from their own bras. What remained of the bras themselves had been used to tie their ankles together, ensuring they could not run.

This left their hands free, but that was scant consolation. Both heroines knew they were barely a match for the Aberration when free and with their items of power on. Even two against one they had no chance against him while hobbled and depowered. The only thing resistance would buy them was further punishment.

On the plus side, the rushing waters had washed much, but not all, of his cum off their deeply soiled bodies.

Groaning, blinking their eyes against the last bits of cum and the rushing water, they slowly sat up… and moaned. They lay side by side, bound… staring right at the Aberration’s feet. He towered over them, completely free, and grinning. His penis, as their wide and shocked eyes could not help but take in fully, was already hard and erect again.

“Morning, ladies,” he purred. “That was a very nice service you gave me.” Smirking, he stroked a hand across his pristine, super-bikini-polished chest. “But I’m afraid you ladies have only gotten started. You see a body like mine is sort of like a vintage muscle car – you don’t just throw some soap around and call it a day. You got a buff and wax that shit. And for a body this fine, only one thing will do for a buff-rag.” His smirk broadened. “Silky super-heroine slut-flesh.”

Eyes flashing wide, both heroines moaned in shock into their drooling gags. Their bodies squirmed in horror before him. But in the end they were helpless, and that was all they could do.

“So ladies,” he purred, after their loud moans and spectacular jiggles had died down. “Are you willing to set your bodies to the ultimate task? Or do you need… encouragement?”

The heroines blinked wide up at him, quivering with shock. Turning their gorgeous gagged heads they looked one another silently in the eye. Their blushes deepened. They were trapped. They could do nothing else. Slowly, they turned their heads back up to him. Eyes wide and shining, slowly, one by one, they nodded.

“Going to need something better than that, ladies,” the Aberration cooed. His dick twitched in anticipation which, despite their predicament, immediately drew the wide-eyed gazes and helpless squirms of the recumbent heroines. His evil smirk broadened. “Show me beyond doubt you’re ready to give a proper cleaning to my body…especially my penis.”

The last word in particular set both heroines to another round of terrified moans and helpless, breast-sloshing squirms… their wide eyes never once leaving the huge dangling throbbing organ in question. But they had no choice. Red blushes upon their gorgeous masked and gagged cheeks, both heroines slowly spread their long and mighty legs apart, silently presenting their dripping tender pussies helplessly before him, offering them for his exploitation and enjoyment.

“Excellent!” the Aberration purred.

At random, he chose Got Gal to fuck first. The blonde heroine gaped up in shock as he thumped down in between her spread legs. Instinctively, they started to close, but by then it was too late, so all her reflex accomplished was to caress her silky muscular thighs deliciously up the sides of his body. Got Gal moaned into her panty-shaped gag, her eyes spreading wide and gaping up at his toothy grinning face, as the villain’s massive, well-cleaned penis spread her pussy lips wider than they’d ever been spread before with nothing but his tip.

“That’s it, bitch,” the mighty villain purred, as he took his time settling into place atop the heroine’s moist, buxom curves. “Now, get ready… here it comes.”

With no other warning, his huge penis suddenly surged up into her pussy. Got Gal’s head promptly slammed backwards into the tile floor, her eyes getting huge. ‘Oh, my GODDESS!!!!’ her thoughts screamed, as her entire body, and her mind, suddenly seemed to fill up with a telephone pole’s worth of cock.

Meanwhile, lying helpless upon her side before her friend’s ass, Ms. Americana stared in awe as she was afforded a front-row seat of the Got-pussy getting deeply and utterly violated. She whimpered and squirmed, her huge breasts shaking and sliding across the slick tile… but her big disbelieving eyes remained utterly fixed upon the sight of the Aberration’s giant penis shuttling swiftly and brutally in and out of her friend’s helplessly quivering, squirting pussy. In no time the blonde heroine’s oozing juices had coated the massive shaft so its powerfully shuttling length was festooned from one end to the other with wiggling tendrils of her deep-harvested cream.

“Hey, bitch!” the Aberration called back to her, without looking, as, with head back and hands perched in glee upon her mammoth shaking tits, he eagerly rode naked squirming Got Gal straight into oblivion. “Don’t just lie there enjoying the show. Get your ass over here and put those big fat tits to good use, scrubbing my back!”

Ms. Americana moaned and blushed into her panty-shaped gag… but, helplessly, she obeyed. Getting up onto her knees she found and lifted her soap and began slowly, awkwardly, sudsing up her mammoth breasts. All the time, as she ran the soap over the vast undersides of her tits and the delicate extended tips of her nipples, her eyes never left the huge dick pounding her best friend’s pussy. Finally, when her breasts were fully soaped up she put the bar down, hobbled forward and, with a soft moan, gently applied them to the Aberration’s pounding rutting back.

“Hahaha!” the Aberration laughed. He exulted in pure pleasure as Got Gal’s shuddering buxom body rubbed and squirmed helplessly up against him as he fucked it, while Ms. Americana’s huge breasts rubbed and caressed heavily yet silkily back and forth across his back. “Oh, fuck yeah, bitches, this is awesome!” he cackled, with triumphant, evil glee.

Ms. Americana blushed deeply… but kept right on scrubbing him with her breasts.

Meanwhile, beneath the Aberration’s furiously rutting body Got Gal blinked and whimpered in awe. She glanced over in disbelief at the sight of Ms. Americana’s naked kneeling legs, sidling back and forth, her sable bush drenched and dripping, as she gave their mutual rapist a delicious breast-scrub. But just one more thrust from the Aberration’s penis sent her head spinning back the other way, rocking and rolling upon the tiles and her wide eyes reeling. Slowly her thighs lifted, trembled and then, as much as her binding bra allowed, spread.

“Mmmgh!” Got Gal moaned. Her whole body shook, and her eyes blinked wildly above her gag. Finally, she could hold it back no more. With an explosion of shining moisture from her pussy and a deafening squeal of pleasure from her throat, the gorgeous super-heroine helplessly came upon her enemy’s pumping penis. But her first orgasm would not be her last. Grinning with glee, and sighing with the magnificent pleasure provided by Got Gal’s shuddering squirting pussy below and Americana’s heavy swirling breasts above, the Aberration redoubled his exultant plowing up Got Gal’s furrow. Before she could even entirely recover from her first orgasm moaning helpless Got Gal was driven up into a second, making her head thrash and her body shake. Then a third. Then a fourth.

“Oh, yeah!” the Aberration howled, as he slammed in furiously and ecstatically within Got Gal’s tight, worshipful, dripping pussy. “Oh, yeah! Take this you bitch! Ha ha ha!” And, with the hardest and most devastating thrust he’d made yet, he slammed in her to the hilt and, groaning with intensely satisfying release, unleashed his mammoth load of cum up into her pussy. Got Gal wiggled, moaned, and squirmed, eyes blinking in horrified awe over her gag. But she could do nothing… save submit to one last final, humiliating, curve-quivering orgasm as gout after gout of his potent hot cum erupted up into her supernaturally buxom and fertile womb.

“Ahhh…” the Aberration sighed, as he finished dribbling his seed up into Got Gal’s channel. Then, slowly, exultantly, he pulled out. Got Gal wiggled and whimpered as his huge limpening penis extracted from her, almost as helplessly as when he’d been fucking her. “Thanks, slut,” he said, climbing off of her. “But don’t just lie there – you still got service to give!” With a swat to her jiggling ass, he forced the exhausted, cum-leaking blonde heroine to get back onto her knees beside her horrified gagged partner.

The Aberration lay down upon his back in the shower, before the two captured heroines. Folding his arms behind his head, he propped it up as if sunbathing and, leering at them, pointed down at his chest. “Scrub,” he told them. Ms. Americana and Got Gal whimpered slightly, blushing. But, kneeling side by side, they did as they were told. Their buxom bodies crawled forward to kneel on either side of him, and then slowly lifted up high onto their knees. Hobbling pneumatically back and forth, delicately, around his reclining body, they dutifully used their huge breasts in cooperative tandem to systematically scrub every inch of his massive appreciative chest a second time. Still festooned with traces of soapy suds, Ms. Americana’s gigantic jugs led the way, scrubbing in delicate squishing circles over each new sliver of the villains’ evil green flesh. Got Gal moved in her wake, moaning softly as her huge squishy tits stroked gently against the Aberration’s chest, giving him the final buff. Between her kneeling hobbling thighs her ravaged pussy continuously leaked rivers of his seed as she dutifully scrubbed and scrubbed with her breasts. Meanwhile, up above, both heroines’ gorgeous faces quivered side by side, blushes spreading behind their masks and moans whimpering softly from their panty-strap-leaking mouths, but nevertheless looked down in helpless awe at the sight of all four of their enormous glorious breast-tips swirling in unison across their enemy’s chest.

The Aberration sneered with glee as he watched the glorious sight. In no time the play of super-heroine breasts against his chest had its effect upon his member. It twitched… and began steadily to grow. It’s huge tip lolled lazily back and forth as it grew, brushing first Got Gal’s belly, then Ms. Americana’s. Each heroine whimpered and squirmed softly as it brushed by… but rather than back off, both heroines leaned in a little further, rubbed their huge squishy breasts a little harder against the villain’s flesh. Slowly, like a submarine surfacing from beneath the waves, his massive penis rose up directly between them. Eyes drawn to it as if by magnetism, both heroines turned and gaped at the huge dick, eyes awash in a mixture of fear and awe, as their breasts continued to blindly rub his chest.

They weren’t able to resist its power long. With soft sighs and tiny shudders they slowly turned, and began to rub their breasts against his cock, as they also scrubbed his abs. It started with just the sides of each pair of titanic twins. Ms. Americana’s giant globes and Got Gal’s huge shapely jugs squeezed and buffeted the huge half-hardened penis almost playfully between them. But with each rub he grew harder and longer. As it grew higher and they could no longer resist. Turning, first one pair of huge breasts and then the other rubbed and caressed delicately up and down the massive, appreciatively-twitching penis itself, fighting to encase him. Ms. Americana’s delicate jiggling boobies warred with Got Gal’s rubbing and jostling continuously, as each sought helplessly to take more of his massive, steadily-swelling penis between their silky-soft and delicately jiggling cleavage.

Head propped up on his arms, the Aberration watched their little war with glee, while enjoying every moment of how it felt to be trapped between them. Soon his penis was once more completely, painfully, diamond-cuttingly hard. When he felt he had reached his peak he suddenly reached up to the two still-engrossed heroines and grabbed them by their shoulders. He shoved Got Gal aside, her mouth gasping and her buxom body shaking as she toppled back onto her back. Then he gestured to Ms. Americana.

“Climb on, bitch,” he said, pointing at his cock.

Ms. Americana whimpered, eyes wide and glued to his enormous, waiting, throbbing cock. But, juices dripping from her pussy, she had no choice but to obey. Clambering up onto him she straddled him in her glorious thighs and, reaching down with her bare hand, gently guided him up into her cunt. Her eyes, over her panty-plugged lips, went wide as she felt him slip inside her. A bright red blush exploded across her masked cheeks. But she could not resist. Reaching down, she gripped her hands tight to his reclining body. She squirmed about for a few seconds on top of him, seeking a slightly more stable position. Then, able to delay no longer, she breathed deep, closed her eyes, and then suddenly slammed her buxom jiggling hips down hard along his massive unyielding schlong.

Ms. Americana’s head promptly shot backwards, and, eyes flying open, a titanic moan of disbelief burst from her gagged quivering lips as his huge cock filled her. But though they trembled beside him her mighty shapely thighs could not stop forcing themselves down until, finally, with a wet squelch, she slammed her snatch down against his body. Fully impaled upon him she wiggled and squirmed in awe.

“Aww, don’t take it so hard, bitch,” the Aberration laughed. “You know you love it.”

Ms. Americana whimpered, and her gorgeous head bobbed and thrashed. But, no matter how much she tried, she could not help herself. Her luscious buxom hips slammed furiously up and down her foe’s massive penis, fucking herself with it. Her huge tits, still bearing a few residual traces of suds from her long humiliating service, bounced and swayed dramatically directly in front of the smirking villain’s face. He enjoyed. Leering, he leaned in and, toothy lips twisted into a cruel smirk, gave each of her big helplessly bouncing nipples a long, slow, cruelly tormenting lick. Americana gasped, quivering… and began to pound her quivering hips up and down him even faster.

“Don’t just lie their bitch,” the Aberration said, briefly turning his head away from Americana’s staggering bouncing titties to sneer at the stunned, staring blonde over his shoulder. “Get over here and get those titties on my face too!”

Got Gal whimpered in horror. But, like Americana, she was in no position, and, increasingly, no state to resist. She clambered with an awkward sigh back onto her knees, shambled forward and, with a soft gasp, draped her jiggling titties all over the smirking villains’ face. Bathed in mammoth amounts of staggeringly flawless shimmying super-boobs, only the Aberration’s gigantic toothy grin was visible beneath the pillowy sea of rubbing, caressing, heavenly heroine jugs.

Meanwhile, up top, head thrashing back and forth and moaning desperately into her panty-shaped gag, Ms. Americana shook with passion as the self-inflicted slamming of her enemy’s giant cock up and down her massively overstretched channel drove her over the edge. Her eyes rolled back, and her gorgeous masked face quivered like she had been struck by a thunderbolt as a mind melting climax plowed through what little was left of her brain. But, as Got Gal sighed and gasped and slowly fed her helpless tender breasts into the Aberration’s eagerly slurping mouth, her efforts did not stop, but only increased. Increasingly and instinctively desperate to feel the explosion of his seed inside her, her broad and fertile hips slammed with an almost animal frenzy upon his cock.

On and on, the heroines fucked and scrubbed and served. Steadily the servile actions of their mouths and bodied began to blur together within their beautiful bleary-eyed heads. Gradually they entered a trance-like state, doing anything and everything their smirking master asked, serving him hand and foot, and mouth, and breast. As they labored their ill-tied bonds slowly loosened, and then broke. But, lost in service to their horrid but incredibly well hung master, lips slurping at his body and breasts rubbing at his flesh, the two heroines either failed to notice or were beyond caring. Cackling with glee, the Aberration did notice… but carried right on happily fucking them.

He fucked them each twice more, once more in their pussies and then once each in the ass. Each heroine quivered and screamed as she got done up her tight tailpipe… even as her oblivious counterpart, moaning in soft awe, clutched tight to their rudely rutting conqueror and continued to delicately worship him with her breasts. Then, having thoroughly soiled his penis once more with the contents of their own asses, the Aberration made both heroines kneel at his feet and, grinning, forced them to suck it clean once more. Moaning, blushing, whimpering, the heroines nevertheless mindlessly obeyed, their luscious lips quivering in horror as they slowly slurped streak after streak of their own foulness off their foe’s cock until it was once more spotlessly clean again. Then, without being asked they stood and, pressing more unasked-for kisses onto his belly, toweled him dry with their breasts. Finally, filthy tongues rolling delectably back into their quivering mouths, the two heroines stumbled backwards. Humiliated and tired, they wobbled naked before their smirking lord. Then, with twin heavy sighs, they sank back and plopped heavily onto their squishy, bubble-shaped asses. The hours of servitude and sex had finally utterly exhausted them.

“Thanks, bitches!” the Abberation said, pumping his hand up and down his once more long and rock-hard cock. With his other hand he reached up, and turned off the water. The thunderous flow of the shower heads slackened, and turned into a mere slow drip. “Now… never let it be said I don’t leave a good tip!”

Lying sprawled, squirming and twitching upon their backs, the two gorgeous heroines had no clue what he meant… until, back arching powerfully, with a roar of release the Aberration yanked his pumping hand down hard and unleashed onto their helplessly prostrate bodies a massive fire-hose-like geyser of cum. The two heroines cried out, squirming and squealing, as his hot sticky semen splattered down across their exposed bodies. But, utterly spent and exhausted, there was nothing they could do. Whimpering and wiggling, they could only lie there, buxom bodies jiggling, as they were subjected to rain after rain after rippling rain of his seed. By the time his flow slackened to a shower-like drip and his huge penis drooped in triumphant exhaustion, the horrified heroines lifted their heads and gazed with horrified shimmering eyes downwards to find that every inch of their bodies, from their mighty thighs to their flat bellies and from their gorgeous masked faces to their mountainous bare breasts, was covered in his seed. Every inch of the bodies they had labored so hard and delicately to clean was now utterly soiled by pools, splattered tendrils, and oozing streamers of his sticky, slimy semen.

“Ahhhhh,” the Aberration sighed, with infinite pleasure, and shook out the last few droplets of his final climax down across their soiled, quivering bodies. His huge balls were at long last completely and definitively drained. “There we go.” Opening his eyes, he put his hands on his hips and admired his handiwork. A huge smile slowly spread across his toothy maw. “Well, ladies,” he purred, down into the super-heroines’ gorgeous, cum-splattered, forlornly trembling faces, “it’s been fun. You should take this up full time – you’d have plenty of customers!” He laughed. “But now, I’m afraid I’ve got to run girls. You know how it is. More crimes to commit, more sluts to fuck. Ta ta!”

Snickering with glee, he turned and made good his escape.

Lying side by side, naked and covered in seed, Ms. Americana and Got Gal could only let out tiny, forlorn whimpers in response. Heads reeling and bodies utterly exhausted by what seemed like hours of sex with the mighty villain, the world span and slowly faded around them. With two last pathetic little moans the soiled stripped heroines’ lovely eyes blinked closed, and the sunk down into a comforting and cradling world of slumber.

Several minutes later, while they still lay sprawled and helpless, and silent save for their soft unconscious breaths, voices began to echo down and into the shower to roll across their delicate and defenseless bodies.

“I’m telling you, Wing Girl!” an irate Green Spectre snapped, “he was in my room! Pawing through my panty drawer! And all my jewelry is missing! I know by the time I got you and the others he was gone, but I swear, I saw him clear as day.”

Four of Delta City’s mightiest heroines, accompanied by Wing Girl, strutted through the locker rooms and towards the showers.

“I don’t know what to say,” Wing Girl said, innocently. “I left him in the custody of the two mightiest heroines in Delta City. There’s no way he could have…” They rounded the corner into the showers, and all five skidded to a sudden, gasping, and huge-breast-jostling halt. “Oh, my GOD!” Wing Girl cried, in mock shock… while, standing in front and therefore unseen, her pretty eyes glittered with glee as they took in the view.

Before them the tiny shower was a scene of utter super-heroine conquest. Ms. Americana and Got Gal lay side by side, arms and thighs sprawled wide… cum leaking in buckets from their gaping pussies. They were splattered with cum, and worse. The Aberration had paused on the way out to hang up their costumes decoratively around them, so that their huge empty bras and tiny panties hung, swaying delicately, from shower nozzles and knobs all around them… still oozing and dripping with soiling filth. Virtually every surface that hadn’t been covered in dirt, or buxom unconscious heroine flesh, had been splattered with the Aberration’s cum. Even as she stood before the four huge-breasted and oblivious older heroines, and had to feign dismay, a thrill of delight shot up Wing Girl’s body… followed moments later by a river of creamy moisture beginning to flow into her cunt.

“Oh, my Goodness!” Lady Midnight gasped. She and her three adult comrades stood in a row just behind Wing Girl, their huge breasts jiggling back and forth just behind her head, their mouths agape and their masked eyes wide with shock. “What… what happened here?”

“Oh, my God!” Wing Girl whimpered, clutching a hand to her mouth… even as her evil eyes continued to glitter. “He must have overpowered them! Oh, oh this is all my fault!”

She was fishing for denial, and Wolf Woman took the bait.

“There, there,” the Mexican heroine cooed, reaching out to pat the trembling blonde newbie reassuringly on her sculpted white shoulder. “It’s not your fault. There’s no way the Aberration should have been able to defeat both of them at once. Especially when he was firmly manacled, as the security video proved.”

“Oh,” Wing Girl said, sounding reassured… while enjoying the slight caresses the buxom Latina’s massive breasts were making against her back, as she bent forward to comfort her. Down low, unseen by any of her allies, a glistening streamer of moisture trickled out from under her little white skirt and began to run down her athletic thigh. Blushing, she put one curious finger on her full lower lip. “But then… then that means…” she whispered.

“That means,” Green Spectre growled, her brow darkening and her hands sliding down to perch imperiously upon her voluptuous hips as she followed Wing Girl’s dangling train of thought, “that he didn’t. Their lusts got the better of them. And then…”

Her own voice trailed off, leaving the thread dropping. Head tilting back, and eyes widening in horror, Omega Woman obediently picked it up in turn. “And then…” the short haired blonde gasped in dismay, “he took advantage of their weakness, and… they let him.” Her luscious lip quivered together into a gasp of horror, unable to continue.

Still standing before the four unsuspecting adult heroines, Wing Girl let a glittering evil smile slowly spread across her face as she felt, one by one, each of their brains fall into the rhetorical trap she had laid for them. One by one, each heroine folded her arms beneath their gigantic quivering breasts. Their gorgeous faces one by one tilted back and gaped down at the recumbent heroines… their expressions, which once had been filled with sympathy, slowly darkening with anger, dismay, and disgust. One by one their full, luscious lips fell open and quivered, on the edge of speech. Finally, as one, the words came to them.

“What filthy, filthy, FILTHY SLUTS!” the four adult heroines said as one, their words washing down to their feet before which, sprawled and obliviously unconscious before them, continued to leak cum.

Summary: Ms. Americana and Got Gal have a fight in their team showers but, though they eventually reconcile, their make-up make-out session is interrupted by the arrival of a false heroine, Wing Girl, with a naked Aberration in tow. Wing Girl convinces the pair to clean the villain for her and leaves. The heroines do so, using first their washcloths then, when those run out, their bras; then their panties; and finally their mouths. Just as they finish cleaning his penis the villain cums all over them then reveals he is not bound and knocks them out. After they wake he has his fun fucking the shit out of them and then escapes. Exhausted, the two pass out. Wing Girl leads a group of their fellow heroines to discover the pair’s soiled and semen-splattered bodies while they are still unconscious and, via a couple insinuations, is able to convince the disgusted heroines that the whole affair was the slumbering pair’s fault.