Miss Americana vs the Boarman Chapter 9 - The Showdown

• By Violator

Author’s Note:  FYI, real life just got very busy for me and as a result my output is likely to suffer for a while.  I will try to hold things to one update every two weeks until the end of the current storyline; but in a worst-case scenario it may slip to one in every three.

Our Story Thus Far:  The gang of villainesses known as the Dark Prizm have taken both the Boarman and Miss Americana as their prisoners.  But they allowed themselves to become distracted, giving the Boarman the opportunity to break free and then take them out one by one.  Only their leader, Rude Ruby, remains.  However, at the last second, Rude Ruby looked up from her work eagerly tormenting Miss Americana’s pussy, to find the Boarman’s long penis dangling in her face.  Recovering swiftly from her shock, the villainess has reached out and seized said gigantic organ, and now apparently has her enemy’s most proud and vulnerable body part clutched helplessly in her fingers…

“Hahahaha!” the triumphant villainess cackled.

Standing helplessly to one side, Miss Americana bleated in shock, her blue eyes going wide in horror, to see the Boarman so effortlessly out-maneuvered.

“You stupid pig!” Rudy Ruby shrieked, giggling gleefully.  Nails slamming into his tender flesh over and over, she seized a tight grip and yanked down cruelly at his huge tool, as if she was trying to unroot weeds from her garden.  “I wanted to take it at its absolute peak,” the sneering villainess admitted, “but in a pinch, I’m quite happy to just rip your pride and joy off and throw it to my fucking worm!”

And, her sleek but superhumanly mighty muscles surging again and again, Rude Ruby proceeded to try do just that - putting all her effort, from her perfect position seated right before his feet, to tear the Boarman’s huge member out right at the base and leave him a gelded bleeding wreck.

But despite her best efforts, the huge tool remained firmly attached.  Her titanic tugs, delivered with the force of a hydraulic winch, caused his long erect shaft to jerk about at its hairy base - but it remained as connected to the rest of him as ever.  Gasping with effort, Rude Ruby left one hand wrapped around his tip and, reaching the other up behind him, seized hold of his enormous balls. Then, squeezing them in so deep it looked like the giant tender nut-sack should burst like over-filled water-balloons, she attempted to rip his bull-like scrotum clean off by the apparently paper-thin skin that connected it to the rest of his muscular body.  And yet this too failed.

“Wh-what the fuck?!” Rude Ruby gasped.  She had put so much effort into trying to detach the Boarman’s genitals, that sweat was dripping down her face - and yet he remained as seemingly still and unconcerned as a statue before her.  “This… this is the thing that puts the ‘fragile’ in ‘fragile masculinity’!” the appalled villainess whimpered - her face staring in disbelief as for the umpteenth time she slammed her scarlet nails directly down into his erect veiny shaft - with seemingly no effect save to make his huge penis pulse and throb in her would-be abusive grip.  “Wh-what gives?!”  Turning her face up towards his, she desperately searched his square-jawed cowled visage for signs she was inflicting at least some torment - and gasped in shock when she saw his taciturn face staring down at her just as implacable as ever.  “E-everyone knows the Boarman doesn’t have any powers…” she whimpered.  “H-how is this possible?”

Looking down, the Boarman smiled at the frustrated villaines.  “Didn’t have any powers,” he corrected her, his deep voice rumbling.  

Lifting up a finger, he wagged it in her shocked sweaty face as he lectured her - even as she continued, desperately but uselessly, to tug at his apparently helpless penis.  

“Way back, just a few years into my career, when she was still my main nemesis,” the Boarman exposited for her, “The Starlet had me tied up and tried to hit me with a ray she’d conned some sad-sack scientist into building for her.  It was supposed to turn my entire cock and balls into one gigantic diamond - which, she kindly informed me she would keep on the mantlepiece of her future mansion, to remind her of her final victory over me.  Unfortunately for her, it didn’t work quite like she expected.”  In actuality, a little tampering of his own just prior had ensured that - not that he had ever told the wicked beauty that before or since.  “Instead of turning my dick into diamond, it just made it as invulnerable as one - while leaving it functional in every other way.  A fact the Starlet herself discovered, the hard way, just a little bit later that same evening…”

Rude Ruby gasped, in horror.  As he had told his tale her strong slender fingers, gradually realizing it was useless, had ceased trying to puncture his cock… but, mysteriously, her slender hand continued to stroke rapidly up and down him, almost as if she was still trying to rip it off - although she wasn’t squeezing nearly hard enough to even attempt that any more.  As he finished his explanation, her hand finally froze - and turning her head Rude Ruby gaped at his enormous penis in shock.  Her surprise gambit having failed utterly, the gulping villainess was gradually realizing that she sat directly between his feet, on the floor, with her hand wrapped around what she was the least vulnerable point on his body instead of the most.  In other words, she had managed to put herself in just about the worst defensive position imaginable.  

Looking down, the Boarman grinned.  “Sorry,” he cooed.  “But your little plan was never going to work.  Turns out, as always… I’m just too much man for you gals to handle.”

She swallowed, and slowly shook her head.  “But… but that isn’t fair!” she whimpered, her hand still clutched limply around his cock.

The Boarman chuckled.  “Fair has nothing to do with anything, slut,” he informed her.  “But since you care about it so much…”  Suddenly, reaching down, he forced her hand off his cock, and seized hold of it himself.  “Since you tried to rip it off, I think it’s only ‘fair’ that you get taught your lesson by this - bitch.”

“Wh-what the?” Rude Ruby gasped.  Then her eyes went wide as saucers as the Boarman suddenly stepped forward, and slammed her across the face with his cock.  “Gluh!” the wicked villainess wittly said, spittle bursting from her lips as, with the battering force of a baseball bat, the Boarman’s enormous veiny cock slammed her face to one side.

“You want more, babe?” the Boarman asked, pulling back for another strike.

Trembling upon her ass, Rude Ruby was still visibly trying to process what had just happened to her - as she felt an enormous pink welt, veins and all, imprinted upon her cheek.  “No!” she gasped, stunned.  “You… you can’t do this to me!  It’s… it’s impossi-GLAAAAH!”

Her voice rose again to a shriek, and her eyes blinked in stunned disbelief as, not waiting for her to shut up, the Boarman struck her back across with his veiny cudgel - blasting her stunned face back the other way with impact of his gargantuan rock-hard cock-head.

“Oh… oh Great Justice!” Miss Americana moaned.  But shivering in her bonds, she could only tremble and watch as, right in front of her naked curves, the Boarman stepped forward again.  Planting both feet to either side of Rude Ruby’s curvy hips, he seized hold of her whimpering face and then proceeded to beat it senseless with his cock.  

Wielding his gigantic tool like an overzealous cop might wield his nightstick he slammed it down onto her pretty helpless face again and again and again - striking her from the left and the right, from above and below.  Shivering in devastation between his legs, the voluptuous villainess could only shriek and whimper and moan as she got thoroughly beaten and battered by the very same oversized phallus she had thought to feed to her predatory worm.  Her attempts to escape were thwarted at every turn by the combination of the Boarman’s firm grip upon her head, and the psychological devastation he inflicted with every brutal phallic strike.  Then at last, the Boarman twisted his hips wide and delivered a last thundering wallop.  LIfted up off her ass, Rude Ruby went flying, tongue lolling from her battered lips and eyes bugged out in utter disbelief - and landed in a sprawled dazed wreck some distance down the floor.

“G-Great Justice!” Miss Americana moaned, shivering in her bonds - as she beheld the Boarman, and the tremendous weapon he had just used to batter their mutual enemy senseless, swaying back and forth… right in front of her own helpless naked pussy.

Rude Ruby was left groaning and shivering, sprawled across the floor - her face showing signs that her stunned mind was still trying to come to terms with exactly how and with what she had been beaten.  But, the triumphant Boarman was not able to focus entirely upon her.  At that instant his first two victims, to whose lips he had yet to affix a drug-laced pad, let out tiny moans and then began to stir.  Lying side by side, the naked bodies of Jaded Jade and Savage Sapphire squirmed, their sleek thighs lifting up and then falling slightly back down to either side of their exposed pussies.

Glancing back and forth between Rude Ruby and her allies, the Boarman had to make a snap decision.  Estimating that Rude Ruby was beaten down enough to not be an immediate threat, he judged that permanently eliminating any chance of her comrades coming to her aid was more important.  Stepping swiftly back he seized up two more of the pre-prepared pads and, lunging over, slammed them down with one hand each onto Jaded Jade and Savage Sapphire’s faces.  The two voluptuous villainesses whimpered slightly, their tear-filled eyes blinking - having risen up until they were just on the groggy edge of consciousness.  Then, slumping back down, they sank safely back into conquered slumber once more.  Moving hurriedly, the Boarman slid the straps of each pad back behind their pretty pacified heads, to make sure they stayed that way.

But for once the Boarman’s tactical judgment proved slightly off.  Rude Ruby had not been put down quite so thoroughly as he imagined.  Suddenly her head snapped up - and a furious growl seethed upon her lips, at the center of a penis-shaped-welt-covered face.  “You… you fucking fascist patriarchal PRICK!” she thundered.

The Boarman whirled back quickly, to face her - but by the time he did so, with a fierce snarl Rude Ruby had already shot back up to tower atop her long, powerful legs.  She glared at him, her crimson-framed face quivering in rage.  “So… your dick may be invulnerable,” she growled.  “And my master plan may be in ruins,” she admitted.  “But that doesn’t mean I can’t kill you, and then release the worms anyway!  It may not be a perfect victory - but a few dozen super-cocks transformed into worm-poop are still a damn sight better than none!  Starting with your own fucking sidekicks!”

And, whipping her hand down to one of several cases of equipment the Prizm had stashed pre-emptively in their hideout, she brought it back up - brandishing a large and fearsome knife.

Seeing the glint of the blade, the Boarman put his hands up warily, and then entered a fighting stance.  Then, he shook his head.

“You are engaging me head on - one on one?” the Boarman asked.  “Are you that mad?  Just give up, ,before I have to get really rough.”

Rude Ruby took a deep breath, and glared.  But it was clear from the expression on her face, she got his point.  Skilled as she was, superior as her physique might be, the Boarman was legendary.  He had beaten a war goddess that same day, not to mention countless threats far greater than her over the years.  But then her eyes glanced briefly over to one side, and then back to him… and a sly smirk spread across her lips.

“It may be true that I’m not a match for you in a fair fight,” she admitted - her naked curvy hips wiggling slowly back and forth as she began to weave slightly - trying to reduce his ability to predict just where she would go next.  “But,” she cooed, nodding towards Miss Americana’s naked, helpless, busty form, “as little as you may respect that big pile of tits and ass over there, I’m going to guess your archaic superhero morals will not let you stand by while I cut her fertile womb out right in front of you… and that gives me the advantage.”

The Boarman followed her gaze - taking in Americana’s wiggling, top-heavy body.  Then, he took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.  “Well… fuck,” he said, acknowleding she was right.

Quivering in her bonds, Americana whimpered.  “Wh-what?” she asked - barely able to follow the mental battle going on around and over her.

Then, with a loud cackle, Rude Ruby announced that the time for talking was over.  A vicious smile on her face, she lunged forward to strike - right towards Miss Americana’s silky and voluptuous form.  Darting forward, the Boarman obediently moved into her path to intercept, even as Miss Americana’s jaw dropped, and she shrieked in horror as she saw the razor-sharp blade hurtling straight at her curvy, unprotected flank.

What followed - a knife-fight at extremely close range - was so quick and brutal, even Miss Americana’s honed and experienced super-heroine mind had difficulty following it.  Darting into the path of her blade, the Boarman put himself in peril, interposing his own naked abs in front of Americana’s fertile flesh.  In the meantime, with a triumphant cackle, Rude Ruby started to twist her blade - though whether it was to divert it into the Boarman’s freshly exposed ribs or to slip around him in order to gut his helpless distaff counterpart, neither valiant crime-fighter would ever be able to know for certain.  At the last possible second, the Boarman intercepted, seizing her hand - though his grip was tenuous and his control imperfect.  For a fraction of a second the shining blade whipped around in a wild series of S-curves as the two combatants fought for control of it, its tip repeatedly threatening to plunge into one or another expanse of helpless flesh before being diverted aside at the last moment.  Then at last, with a reckless lunge of her thigh Rude Ruby managed to drive it forward - and the Boarman pushed it away from him at the same time.

Since it occurred at great speed and on the other side of the Boarmans’ body, Americana was barely able to follow the tornado-like war over the blade.  But she did see it suddenly lunge straight to her.  She shrieked, and struggled wildly in her bonds - but it was useless and all she accomplished was to make her huge breasts slosh violently, and her round buns to rub wildly back against the pole to which she was tied.  Then a moment later, her lips hanging open in horror, the masked heroine gaped in dismay as the knife, still clutched in Rude Ruby’s red-gloved hand, hurtled out to extend well past her narrow waist.

However, the shining blade was free of gore.  The Boarman had diverted it just enough that it had missed her flesh, by inches.  Instead the razor sharp edge had sliced clean through the cord binding her cuffed wrists to the pillar.

A moment later, seizing hold of Rude Ruby’s wrist with one hand, the Boarman struck it hard with another - forcing it open.  With a clatter, the knife fell to the floor at Miss Americana’s feet.  Gasping in pain as her pinned hand was struck, Rude Ruby still possessed her other, free hand - and the wherewithal to use it.  A vicious snarl appearing on her beautiful face, she lashed out with a brutal uppercut, into the Boarman’s undefended jaw.  “GLUH!” the Boarman said, splittle flying from his mouth as his head was knocked up and back by her blow.  Dazed, the broad-shouldered hero stumbled backwards.  Yanking her arm free of his grip, Rude Ruby growled like a she-tiger.  Then she sprang forward again to press her advantage, while the Boarman struggled to get his guard back up to block her.

And as the two well-matched combatants fought, Miss Americana could but wiggle back and forth, gasping and squirming.  Though free from the pole, her arms were still bound.  With a lurch she stumbled forward from the pole.  Wobbling back and forth, she struggled to maintain her balance - but, thanks mostly to her enormous top-heavy tits, she failed.  With a wail, she lost her footing and toppled forward.  Falling straight through the space through which the fiercely dueling opponents were trading punches and kicks, Miss Americana managed, by sheer dumb luck, not to be hit by any of them.  A moment later, with a loud squeal, she landed ingloriously upon her breasts and belly on the filthy metal floor, and then lay there, squirming about helplessly, as the two foes continued to fight brutally just above her.

“Oh… G-Great Justice!” Miss Americana moaned.  Her eyes blinked and rolled about in her head, as she squirmed about, dazed by her sudden fall and hard landing.  She wiggled and groaned - her enormous breasts rubbing hard into the filthy floor of the hideout.  Then, she lifted up her head - and her jaw promptly dropped in horror.  “AIIIEEEE!” the brave Queen of Justice squealed.  Inches in front of her horrified face a seemingly enormous worm, its mouth a cuisinart-like ring of vicious razor-sharp teeth seemed on the verge of lunging straight at and boring right through her pretty masked face into her skull.  It lunged at her again and again, and although it was stopped every time by the bulletproof-glass plate her face was pressed up against, in her dazed state Miss Americana did not realize this.  Her buxom body flopping around wildly upon its belly, she screamed and screamed like a Victorian maiden at the sight of a rat, every time the vicious ring of teeth came lunging forward to stop less than an inch from her face.

“Oh, my fucking God…” the Boarman growled, as the screams of the valiant superheroine squirming at his feet echoed up so loudly he could barely think.

“Would you please SHUT the fuck UP?!” Rude Ruby hissed - for once agreeing with her male-chauvinist nemesis.

But the mighty heroine would not shut up.  Enduring her screams, the two unbound combatants fought on, their feet stepping and shifting over her flailing legs and squirming rounded ass.

Locked in close combat the hero and villainess traded blows, while doing their best to ignore the squeals of the heroine at their feet.  Twice, Rude Ruby managed to slip free of attempts by the Boarman to grab her, and a smile started to spread across her lips as she gained confidence.

“What’s the matter, old man?” the scarlet-haired villainess cooed, as she evaded another punch.  She slammed a fierce counter into his chest, sending him stumbling back, and smirked.  “Have you met your match?” she asked.  “Is a woman about to beat the Boarman at his own-”

But Rude Ruby had not even realized the level of game she was being played at.  Every move he had made so far, even letting her strike his chest, had been a calculated one on the Boarman’s part - mapping her reflexes, and setting her up.  Now, sensing a hole in the overconfident villainess’s defenses, like a lightning viper he struck - and Rude Ruby’s mocking sentence was cut short, her tongue lolling out and her eyes spreading wide, as the Boarman’s fist suddenly raced straight in past her guard to slam deep into her gut.

“GLUUURGH!” the shapely beauty gurgled wittily, as she doubled up around his fist.  But before she could recover, the Boarman followed up with a lightning series of strikes.  Rude Ruby’s head rocketed back first one way and then the other, as she took a brain-scrambling storm of unanswered strikes right to her face.  In the wake of them she wobbled back and forth drunkenly before her foe, her gaze wobbling and her eyes wide yet obviously seeing nothing.  Then, with a contemptuous backhand the Boarman sent her flying back, squealing, through the air, to land with a loud thump several meters away.  Striking head-first, Rude Ruby came to lie sprawled out, legs and arms spread wide, and gaped up at the ceiling - stunned and dazed.

Looking down, the Boarman shook his head.  “Oh, for fucks sake,” he said, as Miss Americana continued to scream at his feet.  Reaching down, he pushed a button on the top of the incubator.  Given the sorts of things that could come out of impregnated villainesses, it was a necessary precaution.  There was a brief hum from the roof of the incubator, as the annihilation coils heated up, and then with a dull roar a blast of white-hot flame suddenly shot down into the interior of the sealed case.  Before Miss Americana’s eyes, in mid-hiss, the Emasculator Worm broke into pieces, dissolved into vapor upon the scorching heat, and was gone.

“Oh… oh Goddess…” Rude Ruby moaned.  Lifting her head, she gaped down in horror - just in time to see the precious key to her plan get vaporized before her eyes.  “N-no!” she moaned.  But it was too late.  She tried to rise, but after the beating she had already taken she was nowhere near fast or agile enough.  The Boarman stalked over and seized her by her hair before she was even halfway up.

“My baby!” Rude Ruby moaned, in distraught horror.  “You killed my baby!”

“Shut the fuck up, bitch,” the Boarman growled.

Then, going down onto one knee, he put Rude Ruby’s flat belly over it and then, swinging his arm back wide and high, brought it down fiercely - and began putting the errant slut in her place the way he thought her kind deserved.

“Oh!” Rude Ruby gasped, her head shooting up and gaping in shock, as she took the first terrific wallop of the Boarman’s palm against her bare ass.  But he did not let up.  Slamming his hand down again and again, he proceeded to wail upon her svelte rounded bottom over and over again.  “N-NO!” Rude Ruby moaned - tears leaking from her eyes, as much from the pure humiliation of his takedown-tactic as from the pain it was inflicting on her.  “Y-you can’t do this.  N-not to mEEEEE!”

Her voice rose up to an ear-piercing shriek as the Boarman delivered a terrific swat down low upon her ass - so hard, his fingertips sank in within a fraction of an inch of her tender undefended pussy.

The Boarman just growled, and shook his head.  “You will take this, and you will like it - like the fucking bad little girl you are,” the Boarman informed her.  Then he proceeded to spank Rude Ruby over and over and over again - covering her helplessly wiggling and stunningly rounded bottom in pink hand-shaped welts to match the penis-shaped ones spread out all over her otherwise flawless ravishing face.

“Oh!” Rude Ruby squealed - bucking under his strikes like a freshman girl with a lifted skirt getting seen to by her teacher’s ruler.  “Ooh!  Oh!  OOH!” she cried.

 But at last the Boarman’s arm started to get tired.  So, his free hand darted over, to the nearby table - and seized up the very last of the pre-prepared pads.  The pads the Prizm themselves had left there, to tame himself or his sidekicks.  Reaching out, he held it out in front of her face - so that the beautiful villainess could start to feel the numbing chemicals tickling at the inside of her nose, as she gaped down into the presented pad in sudden horror.

“Any last words?” the Boarman asked her - as he prepared to deliver the attack that would assuredly end with the last, proudest, and greatest of all the Dark Prizm firmly in his custody, along with her once-ferocious sisters.  

Gaping into the pad - her body squirming helplessly as his hand, resting on her stinging ass, naturally gave it a deep and possessive squeeze - Rude Ruby took a deep breath… and then, even in her current hopeless situation, her gorgeous features gradually twisted into a sultry, defiant snarl.  “Y-yes!” she hissed.  “You… you may have won this round, Boarman.  B-but rest assured.  You will never be able to tame the irrepressible spirit of the superior feminine se-”

“Oh, for pity’s sake!” the Boarman groaned, rolling his eyes.  And before, she could finish, he slammed the pad up and onto her mouth.

Thrashing and whimpering, Rude Ruby was unable to escape the pad.  But glaring in fury over it, her face quivering and turning pink and then red to match the rest of her color-theming, she did visibly resist breathing any of the will-taming gas in.  Fortunately, the Boarman knew how to deal with that.  Shaking his head, using one hand to keep the pad pinned onto her face, he sent the other around and down, up underneath the toned yet generous swell of her ass, towards a different target.

“Mmm!” Rude Ruby whimpered.  Her eyes suddenly widened from fury to shock, and then blinked a couple times in horrified astonishment - as she suddenly felt the Boarman’s fingers stroke her between her legs.

“Oh, God damn…” the Boarman said.  Lifting his hand out, he observed how utterly coated it was in shining goo.  Then he stuck it back down, and began stroking her some more.  “I don’t think I’ve ever encountered a villainess this wet before,” he commented, shaking his head in disbelief - and then, peeling her open, slid first one and then two thick gloved boar-fingers deep up inside her cunt.

“Mmmblm!” Rude Ruby replied, wittily.  A new shade of pink suddenly spread across her cheeks - as a tinge of humiliation joined the fury and the simple lack of oxygen that were already turning her bright red.  Her eyes flickered drunkenly over the pad, as the Boarman continued to pump and pump into her.

“C’mon,” the Boarman cooed.  “Give in.  You know you want to…”

Mouth covered by the pad, Rude Ruby shook her head furiously.  Her large breasts shook against his thigh, as she convulsed continuously with the effort to hold her breath.  Such was the energy required to maintain that state, she had none left over for anything else.  She was, for all intents and purposes, helpless - even though she was not yet bound.  However, despite the fact it was obvious at this point that her victory would be a Pyrrhic one at best, Rude Ruby still refused to breathe in.  She seemed to regard it as a moral victory - the only kind she still had any hope of obtaining - if she successfully resisted doing as she was told.

But the Boarman was not going to allow her even that.  Looking down at her, he smirked.  Then, sliding a third finger inside her, he began to change the pattern of strokes inside her pussy.  One finger sunk deep, and instinctively found a very tender spot along the front wall of her pussy.  Another stroked up and began to tease the sensitive flesh around the base of her clitoris - slowly working up towards the main event.

Immediately, a helpless spasm ran through Rude Ruby’s flesh.  Her head, still struggling not to breathe, suddenly lifted up higher - and her eyes spread wide in sudden astonishment.

The Boarman just smirked back.

“You’re welcome…” he cooed.  He shifted how his fingers were moving, ever so slightly, within her helplessly penetrated pussy.

In an instant, it was obvious that the villainess was done for.  Her flesh suddenly wiggling helplessly, her eyes got very wide.  Then a moment later, her head shot as far back as it could go.  Grinding against her shoulder-blades, her pretty head twisted back and forth, her eyes rolling about wildly as she struggled to deal with what she was feeling.  Whimpers burst from her throat - and given how very little breath she had left, every last tiny noise was a sacrifice as precious as life itself.  Soon, she didn’t have even that, and a series of rasping chokes echoed up through the pad and the Boarman’s tightly clamped fingers.

At last, Rude Ruby could resist no longer.  Opening up her throat, with a huge heave of her jiggling chest she sucked in a breath like a tornado down her gullet - gulping down a tremendous quantity of spirit-annihilating chemicals with it.  And at the very instant she did so, a powerful spasm running through her body, fluids started to splatter out of her Boarman-penetrated pussy.  The moment she had a full lungful, even as a devastating quantity of her own drugs were flooding out into her shapely flesh, the mighty villainess bucked wildly atop the Boarman’s lap, blinked her eyes wide in stunned confusion - and let out an ear-piercing squeal as she climaxed upon his pumping fingers.

Throwing his head back - his hands not showing Rude Ruby the slightest mercy at either end - the Boarman roared with laughter.  His laugh, unlike the made cackle of a villain, was the booming stentorian roar of a traditional hero.  This seemed to do nothing to calm Rude Ruby’s nerves as, squealing helplessly and bucking back uncontrollably into his fingering thrusts, she came and came and came explosively upon his penetrating digits.

Then, even as she continued to whimper and squirt in climax, the effects of the fast-acting drug pouring through her started to overwhelm Rude Ruby.  In a moment, snickering down at her, the Boarman was treated to the unexpected sight of a woman shivering in the throes of a truly explosive orgasm, while simultaneously blinking her heavy eye-lids languidly like she had not slept in a thousand years.  The two forces warred within her, visibly, for a few seconds - and at last the sleepy faction won.  Head slumping, even as fluids continued to pour like a waterfall from her finger-stroked pussy, Rude Ruby let out one more whimper and then lay still, her body draped like the proverbial ragdoll across the Boarman’s lap.

Despite this fact, the Boarman continued to pump merrily away within Rude Ruby’s pussy for another minute or so.  Then, observing that even stimulating both her g-spot and her clitoris simultaneously was producing no effect, he pulled out.  The feeling of his thick fingers exiting her did cause one last shiver to run through Rude Ruby’s naked body, and a little regretful whimper to rise from her throat - but other than that she once more lay still, the only motion of her body the rise and fall of her heavy slow breaths as she continued to suck in gas through the pad.

At last, the Boarman judged Rude Ruby out.  Reaching up with his juice-covered hand, he slipped the strap of the mask around the back of her head, sealing it in place over her mouth.  Then without further ado he rose up.  With a loud ‘THUMP!” Rude Ruby rolled off his lap and landed in an inglorious heap at his feet.

Slowly, the Boarman stood up.  He surveyed what was left of his foes.  Rude Ruby lay at his feet.  Violent Violet lay sprawled at the far end of the room, where he had casually dumped her from his arms.  The rest of her compatriots were lined up upon the table where he had once been bound.  The only conscious woman in the entire room was Miss Americana - but she lay upon her belly on the floor, her wrists and ankles shackled, and a leash trailing away from the collar on her throat.  Her head turned around, the gorgeous heroine was panting softly, gaping up at the Boarman from beneath a spill of her lustrous sable hair.

The Boarman stood in triumph over a room filled up with six beautiful busty women - not a single one of which had a stitch on in between her neck, her wrists, and her knees.  He could not help himself.  As he surveyed the sight, he chuckled softly.  And, dangling down between his legs, his immense penis twitched with delighted pleasure.

Miss Americana could not help herself either.  Her eyes darted down and, with a soft gasp, she took in the pulsing of his cock.  Then she lifted her eyes back up to his face.  As best as she could given her situation, she drove a defiant glare back upon her gorgeous, half-concealed features.

“I… I suppose…” the mighty heroine hissed, lying on her belly before him with her hands and legs both bound, “that you are not going to release me right away this time, either?”

The Boarman cracked a smirk.  “Well, look at that!” he said.  “The superheroine learned something!”  He shook his head.  “I didn’t think it was possible.”

Miss Americana growled.  But, pure fury was not going to get her released.  So despite the enraged quiver that ran through her full red lips, she did her best to concentrate on making a cogent argument.

“Look, I’m a champion of justice, just like you!” she protested.  “I tried to save your life!  The… the least you could do is show me the respect of helping me stand up!”

The Boarman’s face grew more serious.  “Even if I wanted to,” he told her, “you’re not the priority right now.”  He nodded towards the row of unconscious villainesses sprawled across the table above her.  “They are.”

Americana glanced up, then looked at him again, and shook her head.  “The Dark Prizm?” she asked.  “They’re neutralized!”

“For now,” the Boarman growled.  “Let’s make sure it stays that way.  Then I’ll worry about you.”

And, ignoring the buxom fallen superheroine for the moment, the Boarman dutifully went around the room to begin securing their mutual foes.  First he picked up Violent Violet and laid her at the far end of the table.  Then he picked up Rude Ruby, and laid her down on the table in the only appropriate place, which also happened to be the only location where there was still enough space - at the center, where he himself had once been bound, between Jaded Jade and Savage Sapphire.  

Then he walked over to the edge of the room.  There, in a corner, the Prizm had discarded his utility belt, having relieved him of it after capturing him.  Retrieving it, the Boarman once more secured it around his waist.  Reaching into one compartment he drew out several tiny zip-cuffs made of some shiny gray-blue material.  Moving down the line, he began to roll over the unconscious Prizms one by one, cross their wrists and bind them tight together with the cuffs, and then let them roll back over onto their now-bound wrists.  This had the lucky side effect of leaving their svelte hourglass-shaped torsos arched upwards, so that the slumbering she-criminals were doing an even better job than before of showing off their breasts and pussies.  Which was an unintended consequence, surely.

Meanwhile, Miss Americana had managed to leverage herself back up onto her knees.  She watched from a kneeling position, a glower on her face, as the Boarman cuffed Jaded Jade, having already done Ghoulish Goldie.

“Do you really think those flimsy things are going to hold villainesses that powerful?” she asked - her body shifting back and forth within its bonds as she seethed at his behavior.

The Boarman smirked - as, reaching the center, he took great delight in zipping up the wrists of Rude Ruby herself.  “Actually,” he said, “they’re made from the hull of that Zellerian ship that tried to invade Broodhaven a few years back.  I assume you remember that.  It was kind of in the news.”

“I don’t pay much attention to things happening in your scummy little city,” Miss Americana lied.  She turned her head to one side, and glared off into the distance, then turned back.  “Who are the Zellerians, again?” she asked, in a snarling hiss.  “Some group of ancient beings that just happen to conveniently all look like sixteen year old girls?”

“No, those are the Verisians, and that was a year earlier,” the Boarman corrected her.  “The Zellerians are… well, let’s just say, in human terms, if you wanted to start selling bras to them, you would go out of business if you made any smaller than G-cups…”

Miss Americana growled at this, and rolled her eyes - but could not keep her own enormous breasts from sloshing back and forth before him, as if in response to his comment.

But the Boarman had no eyes for them, regardless of how well she presented them.  Finishing up cuffing the Prizms, he moved on to his next step.  Reaching down into his belt, he drew forth a shining rod.  He pulled at either end, and it rapidly telescoped out until it was almost a meter in length, at which point with a slight ‘click!’ the individual segments locked in place.  There were tiny rings at either end of the bar.  Pulling out two more of the ultra-strong zip-ties, the Boarman inserted them through the tiny rings at either end of the bar.  The bar was clearly made of the same ultra-strong material - rendering it unbreakable despite its apparently flimsy construction.  Then, pulling Violent Violet’s ankles open until her sleek legs were spread wide apart, he put the bar between them and began to pull the ties around each of her ankles.

“What… what are you doing?!” Miss Americana asked, shocked.

“I’m making sure she has to keep her legs open,” the Boarman said, simply, as he sealed one zip-cuff around Violent Violet’s left ankle.  Then he shifted over and did the same to her right.

Miss Americana was left in gaping in horror at the results.  Violent Violet’s long and athletic legs were left spread helplessly wide apart.  Even though she was an evil murderer, she was still a fellow woman, and the Queen of Justice could not help but stare in shock at the results… especially as he moved on to continue the process.

"But… but you’re making them expose their vaginas!" she objected… squirming as Savage Sapphire’s legs were spread in turn.

Looking down at the second delicate wicked vagina to glint defenselessly before him, the Boarman smirked.

"And what’s wrong with that?" he asked.  "It will help speed along their rehabilitation."  So saying, he began to bind a second spreader bar between Savage Sapphire's legs.

Miss Americana gasped at this, in shock.  And yet she elected not to call him on this, or say anything to argue.  For as he spoke,  turning her head her eyes had widened to see, lying in a box nearby, the keys to her cuffs - as well as her belt. The Prizm had discarded them there unthinkingly, when they had thought all their foes helplessly bound.

Creeping over quietly, Miss Americana put her ass over the edge of the box.  Then, reaching down she fumbled for and managed to retrieve the keys.  While the Boarman was distracted, carefully spreading and binding open one set of long shapely legs after another, Miss Americana quietly unlocked her ankles and then her wrists.  Dropping the keys, she fished around until she located her belt.  Then, with the Boarman still facing away, she slowly rose to her feet.  

The Boarman at that moment was just binding a spreader bar between the wide-opened ankles of Ghoulish Goldie, the last of the Prizm not yet so restrained.  Holding her belt ready around her narrow waist, Miss Americana regarded him warily.  She knew that as soon as she buckled her belt it would make a loud crackling sound as her powers returned.  She elected to wait until the right moment.

But as it turned out, the right moment was at hand.  While Americana was still racking her pretty head for the perfect sly remark or leading question to hit him with, while he still thought her helpless, the Boarman - having finished sealing the last Prizm into her restraints - finally turned around.

His eyes instantly widened slightly to see Miss Americana’s buxom form, rather than kneeling in chains at his feet, standing tall and free before him… and holding her belt.  It wasn't much, just the slightest of reactions.  But it was still by far the greatest expression of dismay she had ever forced the Boarman to make - and she reveled in it deeply.

Gazing back into the Boarman’s face, a huge smirk slowly spread across Miss Americana's full and opulent lips.  Then, still not saying a word, with a slight jerk of her hands she brought the ends of her golden belt together.  She wasn't sure, but she thought she saw the Boarman flinch, ever so slightly, as the crackle of lightning announced that the Queen of Justice was back in the full flush of her glory once more.

"Well then," Miss Americana said.  She wiggled her buxom hips back and forth eagerly, and stroked her fingertips with relish up and down the broad flat flesh around her navel, as she felt her invincible strength flowing back up into her once more.  "I don't know what sort of 'rehabilitation' you had planned that required their pussies to be on display," she said - pointing to the row of wide-open villainess thighs he had just worked so hard to create, "but it isn’t happening.  I am taking them back to Delta City to face Justice - a superheroine's justice!"

But at this reaction the Boarman simply snorted.  "How stupid are you, woman?  After all they have done here tonight?  That is ridiculous."

"It was my case that Rude Ruby stole!" Miss Americana said, hotly.  Stamping her foot for emphasis, she turned a gloved hand around and poked one finger deep into her own giant naked breast.  "Not to mention two Delta City cops she murdered.  My case has precedence, so they go with me!"

The Boarman shook his head.  "She stole from you, sure," he admitted.  "But are you somehow under the delusion this is the Prizm's first crime spree?  They have dozens of warrants outstanding in Broodhaven alone.  Even by your meager excuse for 'logic' Delta City is nowhere near the first city in line."

Miss Americana put a hand to her lips and gasped at this.  But she was not about to give in so easily.   Recovering quickly, she put her hands on her hips and glared.

"Well… whether that is true or not," she said, hotly, "it is also irrelevant!  Because I cannot allow fellow ladies, no matter how wicked, to stay and be subject to whatever the vile perverts in the Broodhaven PD call 'justice'."

“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that!” the Boarman said.  He  laughed.  "If I gave these sluts to the BDP, then five minutes and fifty dead cops later they would be on the rampage again.  No matter how many indestructible manacles they got delivered in.  Even a mere superheroine like you should know that!”  He shook his head, as she stared at him, her plush lips hanging open.  “No,” he purred, into her gorgeous but shocked face, “these ladies are coming back to the Boar Lair.  I will deal with them… personally.  And then, and only then, once I have been satisfied as to their immediate pacification, will they go directly to Hyboria for the… less critical aspects of their ongoing rehabilitation.”

Miss Americana stared at him in disbelief for a second.  Then she shook her head, furiously.  “No!” she said.  “No!  I cannot allow that!”

Folding his arms, the Boarman sneered.  “And what is your alternate proposal, Queen of Justice?” he asked her.  He looked down at her hips, where her hands were shaking with fury - and had formed into fists - and then back up to her face.  He shook his head derisively.  “Even if you can get past me, and my Royals, and the Broodhaven police - all without them escaping,” he said, nodding back to the still-sleeping Prizm, “what is your plan?  Shove them all into that busted wreck you call a super-car and push it all the way home?”

“If… if I have to!” Ameriana declared.

“I see,” the Boarman said.  “And how far do you think you will get before they get loose?  Or before a half-dozen villains swoop down upon you, and the tempting collection of naked hyper-voluptuous flesh you will have assembled, and proceed to-”

“Oh… oh FINE!” Miss Americana spat.  Her face red and shivering, she could no longer keep up the facade.  In truth, the thought of trying to push the Prizm home had been so absurd, her declaration that she would do it had been like the tantrum of a spoiled little girl - and she knew it.  But, the more he had rubbed it in, the more the reality of her position had come crashing down, until she could no longer deny the truth.  Unable to look at him, the mighty heroine whirled her gorgeous head and looked away, furious - a few shining droplets gathering in the corners of her mask-framed eyes as she did so.

“You win!” she hissed, her eyes shining and moist.  “Just… take them!  I… I don’t even care, any more!” she added, shaking her head in fury.

The Boarman studied her carefully.  Then, slowly, he began to step up closer to her naked, shivering curves.

“The much more salient question,” his deep voice rumbled, as it slowly drew closer, “is what is going to happen to you.”

“M-me?!” Miss Americana gasped.

Her head, which had looked away petulantly, promptly whirled back around to face him.  Her eyes widened and turned to stare up into his dark cowled face in shock, as he came to loom right above her.  Even though she was unbound and had her belt, the Queen of Justice’s breath quickened to find herself standing beneath the Boarman, naked.  He stood so close, she was almost sure he would reach out and touch her, and her pulse started racing at the thought.

“Yes, you, Miss Americana,” he said, his voice rumbling down around her beautiful, startled, panting face.  "I would not normally do this, but you clearly have no choice.  So I will give you one chance and one chance only.”  He gestured a dark hand, magnanimously, beside her beautiful head.  “You may come with me and spend the night enjoying my hospitality,” he assured her.  “But... only if you promise that you will behave yourself, and show that you have learned your proper place."

Miss Americana shivered and stared at him - her blue eyes blinking wide in disbelief.  "Did… did I really just hear correctly?" she asked.  "After all you have done to me tonight… after all the insults… after all your belittling comments you are… you are just straight up, out of the blue… asking me back to your base?!"  

She shook her head, quivering as if stunned.

"What… what kind of superheroine do you think I am?!" she asked at last, her voice shivering with emotion.

The Boarman smirked.  "I would say ‘the smart kind’ but we both know that is ridiculous,” he replied.  “But the truth is, I don’t care what you tell yourself.  If you want to come with me you need to give me an answer, now - or you will not get a second chance.”

Americana gasped.  Then, unable to look him in the eye any longer, she spun around, until her big naked buns faced back to him.  But she didn’t go farther.  Turning her beautiful head until he could see it in profile, she took a couple of deep breaths.  Her gigantic voluptuous buns wiggled back and forth, before his long naked cock, while she gathered her thoughts.  Then, at last, she spoke back over her shoulder - while her lovely blue eyes, cast down over her bare shoulder, still refused to actually meet his gaze.

“And… and I suppose…” the mighty heroine whispered, softly.  “I suppose that in order to accept your offer, I will need to take off my belt, and agree to enter your base in… in chains.  Is… is that right?!”

The Boarman smiled.  “Absolutely not,” he informed her.  

He shook his giant cowled head.

“I am a hero and you are a heroine,” he told her.  “And as little respect as I have for you, there are still certain standards to be upheld.  So, I am not going to force you to do anything, Miss Americana.  If you come it will be of your own free will.”

The Queen of Justice took a deep breath, and then another.  Her gaze looked distant, as if her pretty masked head was slowly digesting what he had just fed it.  Then, suddenly, a quiver of pure rage broke out across her face.  Whirling, she stomped her foot and glared at him in fury.  “Pig!” she said.  Lashing out, she poked a finger into his massive pectoral and shoved hard enough that he stumbled back, gasping.  “You… you insolent sexist prick!” she said.

Whirling, Miss Americana stomped away for several strides, towards the nearest and most convenient exit back into the sewers.  When she was almost there, she spun back around to face him..

“You!” she hissed.  “You are the most disgusting, perverted excuse for a hero there has ever been!”  Her eyes darted downwards, then back up to his face, and her passion intensified, shivering across her sculpted features.  “I… I hope your big thing rots and falls off!” she spat at him, her full lips quivering with fury.  “I would never go with you in a million years!  I am going to leave here, march back up to the surface, and tell every reporter who will listen what a worthless man you really are.  I’m going to tell every last one of them that you are just a pervert… and a bigot… and a coward!”

Then, spinning around again, she resumed her march towards the exit - her hands down at her side and formed into fists.

“Miss Americana,” the Boarman said.  Having recovered from her belt-empowered shove, he held out a hand towards her.  “Wait!  Stop!  You are-”

But Miss Americana was in no mood to listen.  Whirling one last time, right in the doorway, she gave him a triumphant smile on her lips - as if nothing had ever pleased her more in her life than to have the Boarman begging for her not to leave.  “Sorry, you sexist pig,” she purred.  Her gloved fists coming to rest upon either side of her curvy wide hips, she swayed slowly back and forth upon her long bare legs, and gave him a giant and mockingly sultry smile.  “But this one woman has no need of you.  Maybe you should call me up if you ever do realize that superheroines are too superior for your-”

But she didn’t get a chance to finish.  Without thinking, in mid-sentence her booted heel took another half-step back - and a bolt of purple light suddenly fired straight down and into the top of her lovely masked head.  The Queen of Justice quivered and shook, her eyes swirling and then crossing, as the beam poured down into her.   Her entire body shivered while her luscious lips, instantly going silent, curled into a little ‘o’ shape and then puckered up.

Across the room from her, the Boarman stood with his hand outstretched, and then dropped it with a shrug.  “I was saying ‘watch out for that tripwire’” he said, referring to the near-invisible wire that now lay broken around the heel of Miss Americana’s gleaming red boot.  

The beam cut out.  It had been only been on for a few seconds, but it seemed like an eternity to MIss Americana’s discombobulated consciousness.  Her mighty buxom body was left swaying back and forth drunkenly, before the watching hero.  Then, with a groan, her eyes rolled up and she collapsed.  Her busty body plummeting down like a discarded doll, she landed upon both generous ass-cheeks with a tiny yip.  Then, having arrived ass-first, she toppled back and soon ended up sprawled out, flat on her back.  Her arms and legs stretched out limp, but her head ended up propped up against the edge of the door, so that she was left looking down the length of her naked helpless body.

Across the room, the Boarman let out a long sigh.  Before her stunned and unmoving gaze, his dark boots stalked over, until he stood right over her.  Lifting up on tiptoe, he examined the stolen weapon that had lain hidden at the top of the door, and then turned back down and looked at her.  

“It’s just a stun beam,” he told her.  “If you’re lucky, once you wake up, you may even still have all your brains.”   His eyes flicked up and down her, from her huge tits back up to her head, and he let out a low chuckle.  “For what little that might be worth,” he added.

Lying at his feet, Miss Americana let out a tiny moan, and a blush spread across her cheeks - the only reply she managed to make.  Her eyes blinked slowly, her pupils wavering about, neither focused in the same direction.  Her lips hung open and let out a series of slurring chirps and warbles that sounded vaguely like the mating calls of a drunken songbird.  Deep inside, the Queen of Justice was still conscious, but had lost all control of her body.  The conscious part was fading fast, as well, and her eyes slowly started to blink drowsily over her gaping lips.

As she started to lose consciousness, one of the few things Miss Americana could see was the tip of the Boarman’s long penis.  Despite herself her eyes fixed to it, and tracked it perfectly, as it swayed back and forth.

And the proud superheroine simply could not help herself.  As she lay naked and helpless at his feet, her eyes glued to his penis, a thick stream of goo suddenly surged up into her pussy.  In seconds, it was overflowing, little tendrils of tell-tale moisture were running out of her exposed nether lips, and dribbling down onto her ass.  Miss Americana moaned softly, as she heard the Boarman let out another dark chuckle - louder than before - and knew instantly, deep down, that he had seen exactly how wet her pussy had become.  He had a perfect view of it, after all, between her spread thighs.

With an almost impossible effort of will, Americana tore her eyes off his dangling penis and turned them up his body until she saw his cowled face, looming high over her.  His head was slowly shaking back and forth, as he looked down on her.

“Fucking superheroines…” she heard him mutter, his voice filled with a well of contempt nearly as bottomless as the ooze flowing up out of her defenseless pussy.

Miss Americana groaned, and the blush on her cheeks grew bright pink.  Then, with a last shiver, her eyes rolled up.  She let out a sigh - and then passed out.

Standing over her, the Boarman regarded Miss Americana for a few seconds.  She looked out.  But still, it was good to be sure.

“Every superheroine on Earth deserves to line up on her knees, and beg to suck my dick,” he informed her.

There was no reaction, so he tried again.

“Your sidekick was an easy slut, who got the one birthday present she really needed,” he told the slumbering Miss Americana.  

Again, there was no reaction.  So he bent down.

“I’m going to check for tracking devices,” he lied, just in case.  Then, he slid his finger up into her cunt.

“God-damn!” the Boarman said.  He shook his head, as he felt how gooey she was, and how the tight lips of her pussy squeezed hard around him.  “Maybe there is something to be said for you superheroines,” he admitted, pumping away gently inside her.  “Just as superhuman down here, but not quite as stretched out as the bad girls.”  He made another few thrusts inside her, and then withdrew.  Her pussy made an audible ‘smack!’, as its taut quivering lips reluctantly let him go.  He whistled.  “Hot damn…” he said.

He looked back over his shoulder.  Behind him, the Prizm were still out.  He shrugged, and then smirked.

“Might as well have a little fun,” he allowed himself.

But his fun didn’t involve going back to her pussy - at least, not yet.  Instead, coming down, he straddled his midsection - and flopped his cock down, in between her immense tits.  His long shaft bounced back and forth joyously, off her tremendous, jiggling interior cleavage.  Then, pushing his thighs together, he pressed the two spheres together until they enveloped his cock down between them.

“Just a little insurance… in case she tries to get uppity,” the Boarman assured himself of his intentions - as he seized Miss Americana’s lovely noggin and hoisted it forward, until her plush slumbering lips pressed up against his dick.  The Queen of Justice whimpered softly, and her lips quivered - unknowingly pressing a series of soft kisses up against her hated enemy’s glans as she slept.  His cowled head tilted downwards, several clicks sounded as the Boarman used a particular contortion of his jaw to take a series of pictures using a camera secreted within his cowl - careful to keep his hand hidden behind her hair, so it appeared that the regard his self-proclaimed chief feminine rival was paying to his penis was driven by nothing but her own fervent adoration.

“There,” the Boarman said, as he made her press one last kiss to his cock, while filming.  “That ought to be enough to put you on your fucking knees, if you talk back,” he ruminated - while her soft puffy lips trembled sweetly around his glans.

However, the combined effect of her lips and being squeezed between her giant shimmying breasts had had a predictable effect.  Extending up through her titanic cleavage, the Boarman’s penis was diamond-hard once again, pulsing eagerly.  Looking down, the Boarman briefly considered the slumbering superheroine.  Then he glanced back, at the five villainesses that lay sprawled behind him - and shook his be-tusked head.

“No,” he said, reluctantly.  “They’re more important.”  He pondered Americana for a moment.  “But first… one last thing,” he added.

Reaching down, with the hand not holding her head up in kissing position, the Boarman seized her mask.  He peeled it out and then, leaning forward, peeked down inside.  He nodded.  “Thought so,” he said.  Then he pushed the mask back into position, upon her lovely features.  Lifting her head, he pressed her lips up against his penis one last time.  Then, reluctantly, he let her go, extracted his cock up and out from between her breasts, and stood up.

At that moment, a microphone in the Boarman’s hood started to buzz.  Raising his hand up to the side of his cowl, the well-hung lawman accepted the call.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Royal Seer’s voice said over the line, once he’d answered.  “I just got through their interference,” she apologized.  “Hold tight so I can get a position, and I’ll send some Royals right to you.  What few are operational…”

“No need,” the Boarman growled back.  He raised up a gloved finger and shook it.  “In fact - keep them away for awhile,” he said.  Turning away from Miss Americana, he faced the row of conquered Prizms lying sprawled across the broad table in front of him.  “Have them form a security perimeter and then hold position.  I have a… situation that needs to be dealt with… before anyone else intrudes,” he said, gazing down at five well-presented villainess pussies.

“Un-understood,” Royal Seer’s voice said.  Well used to such commands she did not argue, but instantly cut the feed and set herself to the task of carrying out his will.

Having bought himself some time, the Boarman didn’t waste it but got right to work.  First, stalking over, he picked up the last of the pre-prepared pads the Prizm had kept ready for his sidekicks - to their own ultimate downfall.  Bringing it back over, he affixed it to Miss Americana’s head.  Any hope of returning to the waking world to catch him in the act vanishing, the Queen of Justice let out a soft whimper, her pretty half-smothered head quivering… as she succumbed to the gas, and sank into an even deeper slumber.

Afterwards, the Boarman went back around and re-arranged the Prizms.  First he removed their chemical-laced pads and, in their place, inserted a ballgag between each of their luscious lips - taking the necessary instruments from the ample stockpiles the villainesses themselves had had ready.  Hoisting Rude Ruby up so that her naked haunches dangled down over his broad shoulder, the Boarman carried her over and affixed her to the pole in the center of their base.  As if returning a favor with interest, she was soon in almost the exact same position she and her girls had left Miss Americana in for him in the chemical plant, way back at the start of the night’s misadventures.

Such were their superhuman serum-enhanced constitutions that, by the time he was done arranging their leader, all five of them were already starting to wake up.  Their pretty multi-colored eyes slowly opened and blinked groggily a few times - and then suddenly snapped wide, as they let out loud bleats of shock.

Having observed their waking state, the Boarman was ready for them.  He stood over them, in between them and Miss Americana, and their eyes promptly turned and stared up at them.  Their voices bleated in a cacophonous chorus, combining impressions of outrage and defiance and shock - but their exact meanings were left a mystery due to the way their luscious painted lips quivered around the gags that firmly sealed them.  Not that the Boarman seemed to regard the lack of actual words from his beautiful but annoyingly outspoken opponents as anything but a blessed relief.

“Well, hello there,” the Boarman said down to them.  He cocked his cowled head.  “The Dark… Prizm was it?” he said.  He shrugged his massive shoulders.  “There have been so many of you easy sluts over the years, I’m afraid you’ll just have to understand if I call you by the wrong name or whatever.”

Gorgeous faces trembling with rage, the five beauties contorted wildly.  But, as the Boarman had assured Miss Americana, their star-forged bonds held.  All they accomplished was to make their sleek shapely bodies writhe and wriggle athletically, while five pairs of ample bare breasts sloshed and swayed before him.  Based on the sudden twitching of his penis, the Boarman was hardly unmoved by the lovely show they were presenting - but this did nothing whatsoever to derail the train of his speech.

“Well, whatever you call yourselves,” he told them.  “I’m afraid one thing is true.”  He shook his cowled head.  “You’ve been very, very, very bad girls,” the Boarman informed them.

They grunted and glared, sending a series of muffled moans his way.  But though their words were as unintelligible as always, from the fire burning in their gorgeous eyes it was quite obvious that if they had been able to speak, they would have have been agreeing with him - in the most fierce and defiant terms they could muster.

The Boarman nodded, and waited for them to calm down.

“I have a lot of experience with bad girls,” the Boarman understated, after the five voluptuous villainesses finally quieted down again.  “And I have learned one thing.  While you misguided bimbos each somehow manage to come up with your own unique excuses for your naughty misbehavior, deep down there’s only one thing that makes a bad girl bad.  Or rather… the absence of one thing, which she should have gotten, but was shamefully denied.”

And so saying, he swung his hips slightly back and forth - making his mammoth penis sway back and forth between his muscular legs - as if to clue them in as to what that was.

Despite how obvious his hint was, it took a few seconds for his meaning to sink in - despite, or perhaps because of, the way their pretty eyes all dropped down simultaneously to stare at his mammoth swaying tool.  But then, as it finally clicked for them, despite the immense veiny distraction filling up their brains, their eyes widened.  As one, their voices rose, for once, into a simultaneous moan of what was clearly desperate denial… even as, between their wide-spread legs, all five of their pussies dripped helplessly before him.

The Boarman merely shrugged.

“If you deny my theory” he said, “you have one way to prove it.”

And, with no further ado, he strutted forward to the table.  Choosing almost at random, he elected to take Savage Sapphire first - mostly because of all of their well-presented pussies, hers looked just slightly juicier than the rest.  Which, admittedly, was a bit like choosing the Pacific Ocean over the Atlantic, because you were afraid it would run out of water.  The naturally-blonde villainess blinked her electric-blue eyes up at him in shock, as he assumed the position over her sleek, shivering, yet utterly helpless body.

“Prepare yourself, my dear,” the Boarman advised her.  Then, without further ado, he pressed his diamond-hard tip up to her entrance - and then thrust home up inside her.

As one, all the Prizm’s bleated loudly into their gags - Savage Sapphire loudest of all.  Lifting up their heads, their eyes stared wide at him.  Even though they should have known it was coming, in the actual moment of truth it seemed to shock them.  Then, without any further ado, the Boarman slammed his hips downwards - driving his immense penis up into Savage Sapphire’s waiting slit.

“Oh… yessss…” the Boarman sighed, as inch by inch the villainess’s helpless vagina slowly slimed its way up his long pulsing shaft.  “This is the fucking shit…” he said, as her squeezing gooey folds steadily enveloped him.  Meanwhile, the blue-haired villainess’s voluptuous body shook and shivered uncontrollably, as it got helplessly impaled.  Soon enough, he was embedded into her all the way to the hilt, only his enormous balls hanging down between her silky evil thighs.  “God-damn,” the Boarman said, pleased by how tight he was finding the pussy of what was, at least by her own proud designation, by far the biggest slut on her team.  Then, without further ado, he slid back up - and began hammering down into her with brutal and relentless power.

Despite her own aforementioned reputation, Savage Sapphire seemed utterly unprepared for what the Boarman was dishing into her.  Her sleek body lifted up and wiggled and thrashed desperately, as if seeking to struggle or escape - but could do neither.  Instead, all she accomplished was to lift her large bare breasts and broad sleek belly up and caress them almost worshipfully against the Boarman’s mighty body, as his triumphant shaft continued to slam and pound mercilessly into her defenseless cunt.  Meanwhile up top, in front of his implacably looming cowled head, Sapphire’s blonde noggin exploded into a storm of squeals and screams, thrashing continuously back and forth while her blue eyes rolled within her skull - as she struggled and quite obviously failed utterly to comprehend the scale and power of the immense heroic penis being pounded down into and through her.

The Boarman did not engage in much complex maneuvers, or really even vary his technique at all.  Quite obviously, that was not what this was about.  This was about showing his defeated enemies who was boss - and this he did to Savage Sapphire very effectively, perched atop her and ravaging her tender pussy without pause.  Nor did he hold back - he slammed his mammoth veiny tool down into her over and over and over as if trying to break her in two - and based on the way her long legs flailed out to either side and trembled, and the vast distances her poor pussy was spread around his thick shaft each time he thrust balls-deep into her, he nearly succeeded.  Finally, with a roar of release the Boarman slammed into her to the hilt, held it, and then erupted deep inside her, filling her serum-enhanced womb up with his seed.

And in that moment, Savage Sapphire could not seem to help herself either.  With a loud squeal, from between her wide-spread thighs a shower of moisture exploded out around his thick pulsing shaft, as she climaxed too.  Eyes blinking wide and staring in horror within their lifted heads, the other gagged Prizms could only watch as a shower of shining fluids dripped down from their comrade’s pussy.  From the blushes that spread one by one across their cheeks, they knew exactly what it meant.  

Once he was done, the Boarman pulled unceremoniously back out of the well-used villainess, and lifted up off her.  Bereft of the support provided by his long rail-hard cock inside her, Savage Sapphire promptly collapsed back to lie sprawled out and flat upon her back on the table - her sweaty silken curves shivering with the aftermath of what he had just done to her.  Whistling softly, the Boarman walked around the table until he stood over her head, and then reached down and pulled out her gag.

“Well?” he asked her.  With the hand not holding her dangling gag, he hoisted up his giant limp cock, and flopped it down onto the table beside her.  “Are you a good girl now, or still a bad girl - you filthy fucking slut?” he asked her.

For a moment, her eyes still blinking up past him in shock, Savage Sapphire did not reply.  Her newly-liberated lips, open and quivering, panted softly as she gasped desperately for breath, in the wake of her heart-stopping lesson.  Meanwhile, between her long spread legs, a thick dollop of the Boarman’s semen oozed up out of her gaping ravaged pussy, and began to dribble slowly down out of her - a tiny tributary from the gigantic lake that lay sloshing beneath her broad flat belly.  When the little trickle reached her taut yet bubble-shaped buns, squished tight against the table, it seemed finally to wake her from her stupor.  Savage Sapphire blinked and gasped, as if the feeling of his cum running down her buns had delivered a firm slap across her face.

With a yelp, her eyes lifted up, and finally focused on his face.  They wavered there for a second, gaping up at his cowled visage with the expression of an ignorant barbarian girl dragged into the imperial capital and gazing up in wonder at her first towering bronze statue.  Then, as if pulled by a magnetic force, her eyes slid down to his enormous pecs, and then his heroic abs - before finally turning, and arriving at his penis.  

And there Savage Sapphire’s blue-eyed gaze remained for several seconds, until it began to look like whatever brains were still left inside her naturally-blonde head had completely shut down.  Chuckling softly, the Boarman reached down and ran his hand, indulgently, through her electric-blue hair.  “Well?” he prompted her.  “I do not often ask a woman for her irrelevant opinion,” the Boarman reminded her.  “And when I do, I do not brook failure to answer lightly.  So, tell me.  Do you have anything to say for yourself, after you tried to kill me and feed that thing you’re staring at to your worm?” he asked her.

Her eyes, still glued to his big penis, widened - and her lips let out a gasp.  Her gaze never wavering, repeatedly Savage Sapphire opened her luscious blue-painted lips, and seemed to try to make some sort of explanation for herself - though whether what she wanted to say was apology, or more defiance, or simply to beg abjectly for mercy, was impossible to say - for all her pretty but sex-emptied head manage to produce was a series of wordless, warbling, and completely unintelligible sounds.

Then, at last, the criminal bombshell seemed to give up on her words, and decided to express herself another way.  Diving her head down towards his penis, she instead responded to his question by extending out her tongue and lapping it delicately along the side of his gigantic veiny shaft.  Then, bowing her head further, her full lips quivering, she pressed a kiss to him - then another, and another.  Spreading her full blue lips out, she wrapped them around him and began to slurp away, hungrily.  She whimpered softly, and a blush spread across her high pale cheeks, as she felt him start to harden up again, already, after delivering his load deep up inside her cunt.  But lifting her gorgeous head back up, she lapped her tongue against him in continuously swirling circles - craning her head up and down as best she could, so she could express herself to a steadily greater length of his long, thick, and appreciatively-twitching penis.

Tied to her pole, Rude Ruby blinked her eyes and stared in shock and horror, at what her supposed comrade-in-crime was doing.  LIfting their heads high, shivering in shock, the rest of the Prizm did likewise, their multi-colored eyes blinking in disbelief at the sight of their friend lapping lovely at the Boarman’s penis.

But looking down, the Boarman merely smiled - and for the moment only seemed to have eyes for Sapphire.

“There, there,” he said, stroking her blue-dyed hair fondly, as she continued to press kiss after kiss to his penis - even as a steady trickle of the thick load it had forcibly delivered into her continued to leak up out of her delicate ravaged cunt.  “You’re hardly alone,” he assured her, as her pretty head continued to crane out and slurp within his cupped palm.  “Misguided beauties, like you, often have this reaction when they realize what they always could have had - if only they had been proper and subservient, like they should.”

At his waist, Savage Sapphire’s head froze.  She let out a tiny moan, and seemed to shiver - as the words he’d just said to her seemed to sink in.  But, regardless of her opinion of her brain, her body could not seem to resist.  A moment later, with a sigh, her head bowed back in - and resumed suckling and slurping obsequiously at his long heroic cock.

The Boarman grinned.  In short order, under another few laps of her tongue, he was completely hard again.  “Okay,” he said, “this is very nice - but I’m afraid I’m a very busy man, so I’m going to have to leave you now.  But don’t worry.  Before you start getting too uppity, I’m going to give you exactly what you need - another reminder of your place.”

Pulling up, he slid over his now rock-hard penis, and pressed it up against her lips.  Savage Sapphire bleated, her eyes going wide, as she realized his intent.  But before she could do anything else, he had shoved through them.  And then he slid deeper and deeper, pouring himself through her, as her lips were forcibly spread wider and wider around his mammoth shaft.  Soon Savage Sapphire’s eyes started to roll up, and blink in mind-wiped disbelief, as a huge bulge spread down her whimpering neck.

“Now, now,” the Boarman cooed down at her, as he felt her convulse helplessly around him.  “You’ve done this before.  Show the rest of them how it’s done - because they’re getting their turns soon, too.”  Then he shoved through, until her stunned quivering lips were pressed up all the way around his base, caressed by his gigantic swaying balls.

And, though her sleek body shivered and wiggled in panic before him, and a series of gurgles rose from her throat, Savage Sapphire did indeed show her comrades how it was done.  Even as the light started to fade out of her eyes, and she began to lose consciousness, her lips kept on slurping loudly and she kept on sucking - right up to the end.

At last, having choked out Savage Sapphire a second time, the Boarman sighed - and then pulled out.  Her sprawled body lay still before him, save for the rise and fall of her large breasts - and the steady dribble of his semen from her cunt.  He slipped the gag back through her slack pillaged lips, and sealed it up - although it would be some time before the cock-clobbered she-criminal would have need of it.  Then, he strolled back around the table, and took up position beside Rude Ruby.

“I would say that’s one confirmation to my thesis - wouldn’t you?” he asked her - as he stood beside her, as if they were both casually observing the wrecked cum-leaking body of her comrade.  Turning, he smirked at her stunned, wide-blinking face.  “I know what you’re thinking,” he said.  “She was the team slut anyways.  Maybe the rest will prove harder?”  He shrugged.  “We’ll see.”

Then, reaching down between her legs, he put his fingers onto her pussy.  Rude Ruby squirmed, and squealed into her gag - but could do nothing, as his fingertips rubbed rudely back and forth across her nether lips.  Then he pulled his hand out from between her legs, and held it up to her.

“But I doubt it,” he said, showing her her own dripping ooze, running down his fingers.

Then, without further ado, he strutted back out towards the table to resume his instruction.

And resume it he did.  The Boarman proceeded to work his way steadily through the entirety of the Dark Prizm.  And, as he predicted, none of them proved any more resistant in the end than the naturally-blonde she-criminal who he had first conquered.

The Boarman did not take each of them in the same way as he had taken Sapphire.  With Ghoulish Goldie, having already had her ass, he lifted her up, propped said magnificent buns up against the table, and took her face-to-face.  With Jaded Jade he twisted her around until her hips faced skyward, and then looming over her fucked her down into the table while her pretty head lay propped against the table, gaping up at him as she got railed.  And when it came time to take his second turn inside Violent Violet he did so from behind, crushing her head down onto the table while he ravaged her anus, while her distraught face thrashed and wailed.

But, regardless of the position and manner in which he took them, two things did not change.  First, regardless of the directness of his approach, none of the stunned villainesses proved at all ready for him.  From the stunned looks that appeared upon their pretty painted faces, and the helpless shivers that ran through their sleek impaled bodies, not a one of them had ever had anything that had remotely prepared her for her first time in the Boarman’s arch-chauvinist arms.

Second, by the time he had finished with them, none of them could keep themselves from following Savage Sapphire’s final lead.  When his penis was presented before them, their lips opened up obediently.  Although their pretty faces soon gurgled and shivered, at the deep assault that followed, still they obediently and reverently sucked, and sucked, and sucked.  And the Boarman’s mammoth penis proved superhumanly resilient in more ways than one - never failing to get diamond-hard again quickly within their ravaged throats, no matter how many wicked pussies it demolished with its relentless length and power.  Even Violent Violet’s sharp teeth proved useless, her pretty face unable to do anything but gurgle and choke helplessly, as he spread her wide and ravaged it.

At last, once he had gotten done porking his way through her entire team, the Boarman strutted back up to Rude Ruby.  Behind him, her once-proud criminal squad lay sprawled and wrecked, each one with a thick waterfall of the Boarman’s semen flowing out of her formerly-disobedient cunt.  Reaching down between Rude Ruby’s legs, the Boarman put his hand on her pussy.  The scarlet-haired villainess let out a yelp, her sleek body shivering, as he slid two rough fingers deep inside her.  He stirred them around briefly, and then drew them back out.  They emerged glistening, coated from one end to the other in a thick layer of her slime.

Observing how staggeringly wet the Prizm’s leader had become, the Boarman shook his cowled head.  Then, without further ado, he reached out and seized her by her curvy svelte hips.  Swinging his own hips forward, he pressed the tip of his big dick up against her entrance.

“Any last words?” he asked her - caressing her silky curves with relish, as he waited to enter her.

Bound up, standing face-to-face with him, Rude Ruby took a deep breath.  Then she slowly shook her head.

“Yes,” she whispered up to him, softly.  “You may have won this round.  But… but rest assured.  We will be back.  We will come for you.  And we will have our re-”

Without warning, the Boarman suddenly tightened his grip, and then slammed up into her.

“UNGH!” Rude Ruby moaned.  Unable to complete her last thought, her head shot back and she let out a warbling squeal as her tender pussy was wrenched wide apart and forced to admit an absurd length of his throbbing veiny shaft.

Hissing with pleasure himself, the Boarman sank into her until he was embedded up to the hilt inside his self-proclaimed nemesis.  “Ooooh!” he cooed, with delight, as he felt her tight wicked pussy quivering and clamping wildly up and down him.  Then he sank in until her gorgeous shivering face was hovering just below and before his.

“I said, any last words?” he repeated.  Then, he began thrusting up into her.

“NNNnng!” Rude Ruby whimpered.  She panted and gasped, her sleek body shivering uncontrollably up against him, as he railed her.  She let out a high-pitched little yip, each time his mammoth tip slammed home perfectly into her weakest points, all the way up inside her.  Then with a groan, she took a deep breath, and then slowly shook her head.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.  Her lips quivered for another few seconds, whimpering as she took thrust after thrust - before, after one particularly violent slam of his tip up inside her, she let out a stunned wail and could no longer hold back.  “Oh… y-you… you’re just such a fucking STUD!” she finally admitted to the Boarman - her voice warbling up and down as if in mourning for her holy crusade.

Then, without further ado, the gorgeous villainess thrust her head forward - and pressing her full and luscious lips finding his, began to kiss her foe passionately.  Her voluptuous and athletic body suddenly pressed up into his.  Her broad flat belly began to push down into his strokes, as if desperate to take his already overwhelming penis even deeper and harder inside her.  Her big breasts jiggled violently back and forth across his vast pecs, as if trying to buff his big Boar-logo clean with her delicate and fully-engorged tips.

As her lips pressed up into his, the Boarman’s slowly twisted up into a smirk.  He let out a low chuckle.  Hearing that, Rude Ruby moaned, and her cheeks blushed bright pink.  But, she kept right kissing him back.

The entire time, to one side, lay the sprawled body of Miss Americana.  The pad affixed over her face ensured she knew nothing of what was going on right over her.  But she had fallen in such a way that her long legs were spread out, to either side of the tableau.  Between her sleek thighs, her naked pussy glistened softly, as if were a silent spectator to the ongoing villainess conquest going on right in front of it.  

Before her virtuous good-girl pussy, four bad-girl ones lay gaping open and gutted, the Boarman’s thick semen pouring steadily out of them.  A fifth shivered and vomited moisture, as his mammoth shaft slammed brutally up into it.  Before that scene of utter super-feminine devastation, Miss Americana’s virtuous pussy quivered, and then oozed out a thick streamer of moisture.  But, unseen and unnoticed, it had no choice but to patiently wait its turn, along with the rest of Miss Americana’s sprawled buxom body, as the moans of sighs of Rude Ruby’s rehabilitation washed out to flow over her busty slumbering form.

Whew!  Well, it’s been a long road, but we are almost there, dear readers.  There’s now just one more chapter to go before we get to the final confrontation between our leads, and the (multiple) endings.  So join us next time, as Miss Americana finally comes face to face with her hated rival himself, with no-one else in the way, when she wakes up deep… in the Boarman’s Lair!