Victorious Valiant Valkyrie #001

• By Violator

Author’s Note:  this story is a bit of a departure from most of my previous work, in that (as the name implies) it focuses on the heroine being successful for once.  Though, rest assured, she still has a ton of sex.  (The #001 bit isn’t intended to be literal, but a comic book numbering pastiche, and a way to differentiate these stories from my more typical fare if I end up doing several of them).

Acknowledgements:  thanks to fellow author Nocomeuppance for serving as a beta-reader and general advisor on a few aspects of this work.  Any remaining errors are, obviously, entirely my own.

All characters appearing in this work are over the age of eighteen.

Please send any comments or feedback to violatoremail@protonmail.com.

The early morning sun shone down from a fresh and clear blue sky, across the picturesque beauty of Founder's Park in downtown Beachport.  It shone down upon the trees, and ponds, and flowers.  It shone upon the police, crouched behind their scorched cars, clutching their weapons in shaking hands.  It shone upon the army of mind-wiped citizens, entrenched behind improvised barriers, their mass-produced laser rifles pointed back out but, for the moment, silent.  And it gleamed upon the rocket-ship Relentless that stood, tall and proud and menacing, jutting up from the very center of the park.

"BWAHAHAHA!" Mind Prime cackled.

The supervillain stood on the circular main deck of the rocket as if it were a penthouse office atop a skyscraper.  He was clad in light blue spandex, with golden yellow boots, gloves and speedo - but while traditional, given his actual physique, these choices were rather unfortunate.  Looking down, he had a clear view of the standoff in the park on all sides below through the several tall windows that stretched down the sides of the rocket.  But, the deadly confrontation far below did not seem to concern him.  The mind-wiped civilians' status as both hostage and minions was keeping the police at bay… but even if they advanced it was too late.  The launch of his nigh-invulnerable rocket was virtually assured.

"Yes!" Mind Prime purred.  "My victory is all but complete..."

Around him upon the deck of the rocket were arrayed three upright acceleration couches - necessary to survive the extreme G-forces of his experimental rocket's launch.  Two were empty, but one was already occupied.  Stalking over, Mind Prime leered down at his current wiggling prisoner: the raven-haired young super-sidekick known as Vestal.

"You tried to stop me, dear," he purred.  "But you failed… and now you are my prize!"

Refusing to speak, the athletic eighteen-year-old just glared back up at him menacingly, her lips quivering.  But with her hands cuffed behind her, and her feet chained to a spreader bar, she was pinned in place even before the restraints that kept her attached to the upright single-person couch.  She squirmed and thrashed - but it was useless, since the villain had already taken her magic belt.

“Yes, struggle,” Mind Prime gloated, watching her lithe body wriggle against its bonds to no avail - clad in its trademark pink-and-gold bikini costume and little else.  “With you in my custody, my master plan is almost complete!  Soon we will launch!  Only one person can stop me now…”

A sly smile spread across his lips.  Reaching back, he drew a strange weapon from his belt, and then whirled, pointing it at the door - just before it slid open to reveal a tall, athletic, and gorgeous bikini-clad blonde standing in the passageway just behind.

“Valiant Valkyrie!” Mind Prime cackled, delighted.  And, before the shocked superheroine could react, he leveled his sleek ray-gun down menacingly, to point at the exact center between her enormous bra-cup-straining breasts.

“Oh!” Valiant Valkyrie yelped.  Only halfway into the door, one foot still back on the launch gantry, she gasped and froze - her blue eyes going wide behind her mask.

“Sorry, my dear,” Mind Prime purred.  His eyes ran with relish up and down her stunning immortal body, clad as it was in little but a blue and gold bikini, matching boots and gloves, and of course her magic golden belt.  “My sensors detected you minutes ago,” he informed her snidely.  “I let you on board anyways, because… well, what’s better than one hot super-body to help me celebrate my triumph, if not two?”  He cackled.  Then he motioned her towards one of the empty acceleration couches.  “Now be a good girl, and come on in.”

Valkyrie swallowed, still staring at his gun.  She knew from unfortunate past experience his D-Ray would cut right through the defenses of even her belt.  She had no way to know what it would do to her, without knowing what sort of crystal was loaded - whether it would shrink her down, swell her up, or transform her body in any number of other fiendish and horrifying ways… but whatever it was, she couldn’t afford to take the risk.

“Alright,” she said.

Moving slowly at gunpoint, she sidled over until she stood upon two circles indicated on the floor in front of the upright couch.  Then she gasped, as suddenly mechanical arms darted out, seized her wrists and ankles, and jerked them back, pinning her in place within the acceleration couch.  The villain had apparently been expecting her:  the foam cutout she was pulled back into was already perfectly proportioned for her stunning super-human curves.

“Yes!  YES!” Mind Prime laughed.  Moving back and forth he admired each of his gorgeous prizes in turn, supple young raven-haired Vestal, and stupendously buxom blonde Valkyrie, and rubbed his hands with glee.  “Once I am ruler of this world, I can think of no two finer brides with which to begin breeding my bevy of princelings!”  He looked down at Valkyrie and grinned with relish.  “You even came appropriately dressed to be my new adoring Queen!” he said, referring to his own light blue spandex, and unfortunate speedo - which almost matched her own defiantly skimpy and glorious blue-and-gold costume.

“That will never happen!” Valkyrie promised, shaking her masked head.

“That’s what you think!” Mind Prime cackled.  “Now, with you here, I am no longer waiting on any more deliveries.  We can begin!”

Stepping back, Mind Prime settled into the third and final acceleration couch.  All three faced the center, giving him a pair of lovely views to enjoy throughout his moment of triumph.  He hastily stashed his gun in his belt, then lifted his hands into place.  Somewhat less hostile restraints zipped up, and sealed him into position for the ascent.  Despite his bravado, the longer he delayed, the greater risk some other superhuman might come and try to stop him.  Now that he had a full cargo of beautiful busty prisoners to service him on the flight, there was no point in delaying a second longer.

“Rocket - launch!” he announced, eagerly.

“Rocket launch acknowledged…” a cool computerized voice answered back.  Moments later the floor beneath them began to shake.  Smoke billowed up through the viewports… and then the ground began to drop away rapidly as their weight correspondingly began to increase.

“Yes!  YES!  IT WORKS!” Mind Prime cackled, as his greatest creation began to soar up into the sky.  In front of and to either side of him, each at most two meters away, the two captured superheroines whimpered and squirmed - as the increasing G-forces did nasty things to the ponderous weights each kept on her chest.  Valkyrie’s bra creaked and shivered, heroically, under the steadily mounting strain.

“Now, soon, we will have my ultimate triumph!” Mind Prime cackled.  His eyes darted back and forth eagerly - enjoying the heavy lurching of the heroines’ breasts, and seemingly oblivious to the identical and unflattering effect the same forces were having on his spandex-clad gut.  “Once we are in orbit, my rocket will begin releasing my Mindwipe Virus!” he sneered.  “Once it has been spread over the entire Earth, we will come back down to a world where I am the natural ruler.  And then, you, Valkyrie, will have no choice but to acknowledge yourself as my loving and servile wife… with your lovely sidekick as my first concubine-on-the-side!”

“I… I see,” Valiant Valkyrie whimpered.  She glanced down and then up.  “Is this as strong as the G-forces get?” she asked, groaning.  She wiggled as if agony upon her couch.  “I… I don’t know if… if my bra can take any more!”

Lapping his chops, Mind Prime eyed her heaving rack eagerly.  “Oh, no!” he purred.  “We are just entering the period of maximum acceleration.  So strong, no mortal being could even walk.  And then, I expect, if it is already at its limit, I will get a little preview of what I deserve.”

“Sounds about right,” Valkyrie said.

Then, bracing herself against the acceleration, she suddenly sent her mighty hands lunging forward - and effortlessly burst her restraints.

Mind Prime’s jaw fell open in horror.  “What… what are you doing, you fool woman?” he yelped, shocked.

“Breaking free,” she said.  Clutching tight to the couch with her liberated hands, she kicked one boot and then the other, snapping the rings that had seemed to pin her ankles into place.

“But… but… you need the support of the couch… to survive!” he said.

Valkyrie rolled her eyes.  “Jesus, when will you figure out, we don’t technically need that much support, it just helps.  Have you ever even had a girlfriend?  I usually take mine off within, like, five minutes of getting home.”

She stepped out of the couch.  At exactly that instant, with a loud ‘PLOING!’ her bra did indeed give way.  It burst open, leaving her titanic tits to heave and jiggle naked - somewhere down near her waist.  A moment later, not having quite so ponderous a force on them as Valkyrie’s - but still pretty ponderous - Vestal’s did the same.

Turning, Valkyrie started to stomp over towards Mind Prime.  Even with her belt she had to do so one awkward lumbering waddle at a time, like she was wading through jello.  And as she walked, no longer kept in place, after her bra, her panties started to slowly peel themselves up and over her ass, pulled down by their own unnatural weight.  But, hands formed into fists and grimly-set face focused on Mind Prime, she barely seemed to notice.  By the time she arrived right in front of them, they were already halfway down her thighs.

But if she barely seemed to notice, the supervillain definitely did.  Trapped in his couch, as the mighty  heroine approached, he could not help himself.  His gaping face swept back and forth between her exposed pussy and her slowly descending little bottoms.  He was still looking down at them, eyes wide, even when she arrived before him.

“You can’t even move from that thing without getting turned to goo, can you?” she asked Mind Prime.

Whimpering under the tremendous forces acting on him even with the couch, Mind Prime nodded slightly, his eyes wide.

“Good,” Valkyrie said, and swung.

"Gluuuh!" Mind Prime said, as her mighty right fist slammed his gaping bald head to one side.

"Guuurg!" he added, eyes bulging, as her left pounded into his spandex-clad gut.

"Ooogh!" he whimpered wittily, eyes rolling and seeing stars as the mighty superheroine worked him over with her fists over and over and over again. But even as she punched him, her bikini bottom continued to creep lower.  It oozed down past her knees, and curled past the cuffs of her boots and slid down them too, until they came to rest, draped across her boots and otherwise resting on the floor - all while she continued to wail mercilessly on the gurgling arch-criminal.

Finally, Valkyrie raised up a fist - and saw that Mind Prime was blinking back at her with a dazed and mindless expression, his face bruised and battered.  He groaned and shivered, having had the arrogance and domination beaten out of him by her fists, at least for now.  Valkyrie nodded, and lowered her fist.  Then, seeing a lever marked 'manual restraint' she reached out and pulled it.  With a thunk Mind Prime’s restraints were sealed in place… not that there was much danger of him going anywhere at the moment anyways.

With the villain neutralized, Valkyrie turned away from Mind Prime.  The G-forces were starting to let up slightly, but still intense.  Knowing she didn’t have much time, Valkyrie stomped over - feet constrained by her pinned-down panties as much as by the forces acting on her - and came to stand in front of the well-labeled Virus Control Panel.  Reaching up, she operated the controls, selected the rear aperture, and then pressed Release.  Then she smiled in satisfaction as the Mindwipe Virus got dumped out… directly into the still-roaring exhaust of the rocket’s final main stage.  Incinerated instantly, it was soon gone.

“There,” she said, nodding in satisfaction.  She sighed, happily.  “Another victory complete!”

A few seconds later, as if reacting to her declaration, the dull roar of the main engines suddenly stopped.  There were a few soft ‘clunks’ as the maneuvering jets followed their automated sequence.  And then, slowly, Valkyrie began to lift up off the floor.

“Oh… wow!” she said, happily.  Her giant breasts, no longer tucked painfully down near her waist, suddenly sprang back up and began to bound around far more liberally than they ever had before.  Her panties, which had been pinned to the deck, rose up and floated in a loose ring around her ankles.

“Oooh,” Valkyrie said, as she felt herself float slightly up away from the floor, weightless.  Her long blonde hair began to slowly lift up around her, the way it only ever did in the commercials for her various hair care products.  “Oh, this is swell!”

Lifting her legs up and tucking herself into a ball, she spun briefly.  Then, she grabbed hold of her panties.  She thought briefly about pulling them back up, then shrugged.  “Fuck it, who cares?” she said.  Pulling them off her ankles, she sent her tiny panty spinning out and then watched in awe as it twirled across the room, like a skimpy little flying top.

Slowly, with a gurgle, Mind Prime started to come to.  The first sight he saw were Valiant Valkyrie’s world-famous superheroine panties spinning gracefully past him.  His eyes blinked wide, and he whimpered… as if he suddenly wasn’t sure what was real anymore.

“Oop!” Valkyrie said.  “Almost forgot about you!”

Reaching out with one foot, she nudged herself off of the side and floated over to him.  Eyes lifting off her bikini bottom, Mind Prime gaped at her in disbelief as she came to hover in front of him like an incarnate sex goddess, her blonde hair floating around her gorgeous face and her enormous breasts sloshing about in literal zero-G.  But this goddess was in no mood to get frisky.  Reaching into his belt, rather than for the purpose that blood was immediately rushing into his dick for, she instead seized up his other gun.  Breaking it open, she pulled out the crystal so it was safe, and then sent the pieces flying away dismissively over her shoulder.  They proceeded to drift about the cabin, useless to him.

“He can still command the rocket with his voice,” Vestal said, from where she was still restrained.

“Good point,” Valkyrie said.  She scanned around.  As it happened, her blue-and-gold panties had just bounced off a wall and come floating back in, drifting along just over Mind Prime’s bald head like some sort of skimpy alien jellyfish.  Getting a naughty look on her face, Valkyrie briefly bit a finger between her teeth, then shrugged and gave in.

“Hell with it,” she cooed.  Reaching up, she snatched up her panties, and reaching out, held them up in front of him.

“Hey, did you like these?” she asked him.  “You seemed really into them earlier.”

Eyes latching on to the fluttering blue-and-gold garment, Mind Prime tracked them helplessly as they wavered before him.  He let out a tiny gurgle.

“Well, here, get a closer look,” she said, and stuffed them down into mouth.  Eyes blinking wide at her, Mind Prime gurgled in shock as fingers, shoving their way through his lips, stuffed her bikini bottom down through them.

Valkyrie shook her head.  “Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” she purred at him - and shoved more of her panty through his lips.  Then, when the main part of her panty was all wadded in, she seized each of the little hip straps, which were still sticking out of his quivering mouth, and looped them back up and over his ears - a task made very easy by his shiny bald dome.  This kept the main wad in place - ensuring that while he probably could still talk, with his tongue covered in panty, he wasn’t going to be doing so clearly enough for his speech recognition programs to trigger.

“There,” she said.  Pulling her hands back, she smiled at her handiwork.  She was hovering right in front of him - and, without really intending to, was slowly spinning in a slow circle.  She had started out facing him as if they were both standing on the ground, but by now had spun so that she was looking at him as if standing on the ceiling.  The relative motion also brought her gigantic wobbling breasts up to hover right in front of him - which didn’t seem to be doing the villain’s fiendish intellect any favors, given what was going on inside his yellow speedo.

“Well, now what do we do?” she asked.  She gave him a look, and decided to test out her gag.  “Does the rocket descend automatically?” she asked.

Mind Prime whimpered at her, and then slowly nodded.  “Yesssh…” he said, into her panty - muffled enough to confirm her theory he wouldn't be making any vocal commands unless she permitted it.

“How long?” she asked him.

“Shree hours…” he groaned.

“Huh…” Valkyrie said.  Her slow arc had now swung her around so that it was like she was standing on the wall.  From his point of view it was as if each of her gigantic weightless breasts were wobbling up and down - bouncing back and forth off each other like the chrome balls on an executive’s toy.  The effect seemed to be holding his attention magnificently.  “What are we going to do with three hours?” she said, utterly unconcerned as to where his wide-blinking eyes were.  She thought for a moment, then shrugged.  “We’ll figure it out.  But, first things first.”

Swinging a leg up to find a push-point on the edge of his couch, she thrust off across the cabin.  Mind Prime moaned softly in disappointment to see her leave… but still watched helplessly, never looking away for an instant, as he got to watch her giant, sculpted, and equally-weightless bubble-butt soar across the tiny metal can streaking through the void - on her way over to her sidekick.

Arriving over Vestal, Valkyrie reached down and deactivated the couch.  It’s restraints retracted… but that didn’t do anything about the handcuffs and spreader-bar that had been locked onto her before she had even been put in it.  Pulling her sidekick away from the couch and then stabilizing her, Valkyrie craned her head, and studied her sidekick’s remaining restraints.

“It’ll take some effort to get those off you without the key,” she said.  “Especially without creating debris.  I’ll have to be careful.”

Vestal took a deep breath, and bit her lip.

“I mean… do we have to take them off?” she asked.  She squirmed a bit, in her restraints.

Valkyrie’s eyebrows went up.  Her eyes then darted down, and with a gasp, finally noticed the tenting out of the nipples that tipped each of her sidekick’s large weightless breasts, and the glisten of moisture in the exposed lips between her legs.

Vestal’s blush deepened, and she squirmed - despite, or perhaps because, of the way her body jiggled in zero-G, as she struggled oh so quite uselessly against her remaining restraints.

Valkyrie tapped a slender finger against her high cheek, lost in thought.  Then she shrugged.  “Fuck it,” she said.  “We have time to kill.”

With that, she stuck her hand down between her sidekick’s helplessly-spread legs.  Her finger went right to the little eighteen-year-old heroine’s slit, and started off just rubbing it delicately.

“You like this?” Valkyrie asked softly.

Head shaking, Vestal let out a little warbling sigh, and then nodded.

Valkyrie smiled and, sliding her finger in a little deeper, began to massage her inside as well.  Stroking up to the front of her sidekick’s slit she gave her just the first few light, teasing caresses, around the outer edges of her clitoris.

Stuck over in his restraints on the other side of the little capsule - which still left him no more than a couple meters away - Mind Prime’s jaw dropped… still filled up with Valkyrie’s wadded panty.  “SHeey!” he whimpered, through the muffling blue-and-gold fabric.  “Shwat are yoush doinn?”

Valkyrie rolled her eyes.  “We’re enjoying ourselves on your little rocket, idiot,” she informed him.  Then she looked back up - her finger still working away, blind.  “Isn’t that right, Vestal?” she checked.

Vestal’s pretty dark head promptly nodded up and down, vigorously - her only verbal response a couple of cooing whimpers passing through her opulent pink lips.

Mind Prime stared, his eyes wide.  “Bwut…” he whimpered.

While Valkyrie was busy stroking her pussy, Vestal looked up over her shoulder and glared.  “Hey!” she snapped at him.  “You had planned a three hour rocket ride with two captured superheroines.  Don’t lie.  You were planning on spending all that time celebrating your ‘triumph’ by having your way with us - right?!”

Mind Prime blushed, his cheeks getting pink around Valkyrie’s bright blue panties.  “Yesshh…” he admitted.

Vestal rolled her eyes - even as a shiver went through her, at what Valkyrie’s fingers were doing.  “Well, you could have done to me what Valkyrie’s doing now anytime you wanted!” she snapped.  “But you were too busy monologuing to get your log in.  So, you lose!”

Lifting up her head, rubbing her sidekick vigorously, Valkyrie looked up.  “Aww… he doesn’t lose out entirely,” she pointed out.  She grinned, as her fingers caressing her clit made Vestal gasp.  “After all, we’re still going to let him watch…”

Looking down, Vestal trembled.  She bit her lip, and then shrugged.  “Not like we have much choice,” she said.  The entire spaceship wasn’t much bigger than a cargo van.  Being able to use any surface freely helped - but only went so far.  “Unless we just don’t want to do it…”

“Don’t be silly,” Valkyrie laughed.  “Now are you ready?”

Vestal nodded eagerly.  “Do it!” she said.

Without further ado, Valkyrie quit with the fingers.  Sliding her head down in between her sidekick’s forcibly-spread thighs, she began going down on her.  In the metaphorical sense, it should be noted - in space there is no such thing as ‘down’.

This was a distinction that scarcely mattered to Vestal.  “Oh… ooh!” she gasped.  Her little head rolled and trembled, as between her sleek thighs her mentor’s blonde noggin bobbed and slurped.  A big grin on her lips, Valkyrie sent her tongue diving voraciously back and forth within her sidekick’s slit, and rose up repeatedly to kiss or suck at her clit.  Slipping a hand up - something weightlessness made delightfully easy - she slid one gloved finger and then a second in through the base of her cunt, and kept her deeper portions stimulated as well, as she went to town on her outer vulva.

“Ooooh!” Vestal cooed, in delight.

Driven by her thrashing and squirming, the two interlocked superheroines began to float freely around the cabin - bouncing and bumping lightly off walls or couch while they obliviously remained focused entirely on one another.  Mind Prime watched helplessly, his eyes wide and never leaving them for a second, as their combined wiggling curvy flesh repeatedly floated right by.  As she got eaten out, Vestal’s little ankles slammed enthusiastically over and over again against the spreader bar, delighting in performatively trying to close her legs and yet having them be kept helplessly open before her mentor’s roving, merciless tongue.

After a while, Valkyrie came back up with a moist-lipped grin.

“Doing well?” she checked on her sidekick.

Vestal, still catching her breath, thrashed her pretty dark head up and down vigorously.

“Good,” Valkyrie cooed.  Reaching up, she fingered the spreader bar.  “Shall we lose these now?” she asked.  “I know you like them, but… it’s a bit limiting.”

Vestal bit her lip, momentarily caught in indecision.  She did enjoy her toys.  But, she could see Valkyrie’s point.  And she knew she owed a returned favor soon enough.  “Okay,” she said.

To her delight Valky found something she hadn’t noticed before:  the key to Vestal’s restraints turned out to still be in the left lock of the bar.  Mind Prime had been rushed, and had assumed that the chained-up young lady would not be in a position to use it.  Removing it, spinning her weightless sidekick around, she first tried the key on her cuffed wrists and was pleased to find it worked.  Then she went down to her ankles.

While this was going on Mind Prime, no longer distracted by the passionate writhing of their bodies, seemed to recover a bit mentally.  “Now shee hersh gurrlsh,” he mushed at them, through his mouthful of Valkyrie’s panties.  “Thissh… thish is MUAIY spacesshh-shipff!  I madeshh it fors MEEEsh to fucksh in!  S-so the leasht you couldsh dooosh is…”

He said more, but it was mostly so garbled they couldn’t make heads or tails of it.  But it was still irritating enough to make Vestal sigh, and roll her eyes.

Having finished unlocking and removing the spreader bar, Valkyrie slipped off the little pink bikini bottom that launch acceleration had left wrapped just above it.  Then she lifted them back up.

“Want your panties?” she asked her sidekick, waving the tiny pink bottom lightly from her fingertips, beside her sidekick’s head.

“Yes,” Vestal said.

Reaching out, she snatched the recovered bikini bottom from her mentor.  Then, with a kick of her booted foot against the side she floated over to Mind Prime who was still in the midst of his distorted monologue.

“Hey?” she said, getting his attention.  He stopped and looked at her.

“So, you like these?” she asked, waving her panty in front of him.  Grabbing Valkyrie’s sopping panty, she pulled it out of his mouth.  “Have mine too!”  

Reaching in, she stuffed her own tiny pink and gold bottom through his lips, pushing it in all the way despite his protesting moans.  Then, letting go of Valkyrie’s panty, she let it snap back into his face using the thin straps stretched back over his ears.  Reaching in, she pushed as much as possible of it back through his lips too, leaving his mouth far more clogged up with skimpy super-bottoms than ever before.

“GLGHRRUG!” Mind Prime attempted to reply.  He blinked, and his cheeks grew pink, as even he realized nothing intelligible was coming out.  He made another attempt - but only got a few muffled gurgles out around his double-mouth-load of superheroine panty.

Hands upon her weightless hips, Vestal nodded in satisfaction.  “There we go,” she said.  She wagged her finger at him.  “Now you do what a good man should when two ladies are having fun, without him,” she told him.  “And just shut the flying fuck up!”

With another kick she soared back over to the waiting blonde Valkyrie.  There were no restraints in the way this time.  Seizing one another like long-lost lovers, in seconds the veteran heroines had entered the classic battle formation known to ancient tacticians as 'beast-with-two-backs-mode’.  Hooking their legs and thighs together like Voltron to provide mutual leverage in the weightless environment, each dove her head down between the legs of the other.  In no time moans and squeals of pleasure were rising up from each of their throats - muffled by the sleek thighs that repeatedly squeezed in enthusiastically to either side of their heads.

Once more, driven by their mutual thrashing and squirming, the interlocked heroines began to drift around the cabin.  But this time, with both of them engaged and a far more uniform fleshy exterior, they swiftly began to pick up speed.  Each of the eagerly-slurping beauties remained blissfully oblivious as their shoulders, backs, or bottoms bounced off this or that surface while they continued to squirm and moan with delight.  

With each bounce and each thrash of their shivering bodies, they flew back away a little bit faster.  Mind Prime whimpered as soon he was watching the two enjoined beauties careen back and forth around his precious spaceship like one big fleshy pinball, their shining hair streaming and flashing behind them as they went.  He moaned, blinking his eyes blearily as repeatedly a big heroine bottom came drifting up and bounced right off his own panty-silenced face, and then went shooting away again - without its squealing shapely owner ever even noticing.

Then, tiring of their space-time sixty-nine, the two heroines suddenly split apart.  Panting softly, Vestal led the way this time as, floating together in the center of the spaceship, she slowly spread her thighs wide - and left them there in clear invitation.  Panting softly, Valkyrie looked and then nodded.  She spread her own legs, tilted them to interlace with Vestal’s, and then brought them together.  Moments later, in the perfect center of the spaceship the two open dewey star-flowers between each heroine’s sculpted legs approached and, in a delicate and exacting maneuver, achieved space-dock.

“Ooh!” Valkyrie said.  She arched her back and cooed.  “I… I’ll be honest…” she whispered, grinding her apex eagerly up against Vestal’s.  Her head tilted back and she gasped.  “I… I never liked this move very much.  On Earth, with two heavy bodies, it… it always seemed more trouble than it was worth.  But… in zero-G… it does kind of… really w-w-wor-oooh!”

Losing the power of speech, the two heroines just kept rubbing their sopping pussies together mindlessly.  As they did so, their shivering hands reached out and seized hold of each other’s bodies… providing the leverage to press in harder.  Gasping in awe down towards each other’s faces, they moved their hands from one position to another - grabbing each other by the wrist, the ankle, the head or waist, as the opportunities presented themselves.  Bodies twisting in a writhing continuously-evolving pretzel, the one constant was their vaginas.  Like the gravitic center of a swirling stellar cluster of sleek limbs and wiggling torsos, the two eagerly-rubbing vulvas were always at the perfect center of the two heroines’ mutual formation, never once ceasing their intense dance even as their owner’s bodies writhed and spun in their own.

And, of course, once more, as they trashed and moaned, the interlocked heroines began to drift.  But this time, rather than bounce around like a double-bubble-butted superball, as they drifted near any available surface one or the other heroine, in between tender gasps of pleasure, reached out with a hand or foot and delicately pushed themselves back away.  In this way, rather than a blind lurching rush back and forth around the cabin, their weightless scissor-session took on the character more of a finely-coordinated dance.  Spinning back and forth in artful fashion, their bodies like a mutual whirling snowflake of limbs and hair and curvy flesh, they gasped and cooed with pleasure as they tumbled this way and that through space.

And, of course, throughout, their gorgeous dance had but a single helpless spectator.  Mind Prime blinked and whimpered, his wide eyes unable to look away as what played out before him seemed like a finely-coordinate yonic ballet.  The way their bodies writhed, the way their faces gasped, and the way their pussies continuously pleased one another right in front of him, sent a trembling expression across his silent face like the arrogant villain was perhaps, for the very first time, questioning whether he had actually been born with an optimal set of genitalia.

The superheroines, of course, had no time to concern themselves with the questioning thoughts they were engendering in their single, wicked, and almost entirely-forgotten spectator.  But they did unintentionally communicate with him in another way.  As their sopping pussies rubbed vigorously together, now without a lapping tongue to instinctively perform clean-up duties, they naturally began to over-flood with moisture.  And, this being zero-G, that meant that droplets of pussy juices began to slip out to float away from where the two sopping star-flowers continued their careless personal dance… and to drift about in little shining spheres around the cabin.  

Soon it looked like a naughty girl had gone wild with a very tiny bubble-wand, filling the cabin with its own miniature starfield of shining droplets… each a gleaming monument to the two heroines’ mutual and intensely personal pleasures.  Mind Prime whimpered at this… but there was nothing he could do.  A couple of big globules of pussy-juice floated over and popped right onto his whimpering face.  But in response, the villain could but shake and blink them out of his vision as best he could… and keep mindlessly watching through the shining coating building up on his face.

At last, hands trembling, the heroines released their grip upon one another.  Letting their sopping space-stars drift apart - liberating an entire globular cluster of additional shining gooey globes to float around the cabin as they did so - they pulled up and, cuddling tight together, settled into each other’s arms.  Naked flesh pressing together for warmth and comfort, shivering slightly both with the cold treated air of the cabin as well as the residual effects of previous pleasures, they took a break for a moment and just drifted, relaxed and weightless and at peace.  Cupping her precious sidekick’s head, Valkyrie laid it tenderly against her breast, and snuggled her cheek against the top of her head.  Sighing softly, Vestal accepted the embrace eagerly.

For a few minutes they lay together, bodies sprawled out and resting in the perfect relaxation only utter weightlessness provided.  With their eyes closed, it was like they were alone in a sensory deprivation chamber, like the entire universe consisted only of one another’s beating hearts and warm bodies.

Only the occasional tiny muffled whimpers, floating out through a double-layer of superheroine-panty, occasionally warbled up to break the illusion.

Finally, with a sigh, Valkyrie took a deep breath, and opened her eyes.  She stroked her sidekick’s face softly, and then shook her head.

“Okay…” she said softly.  “this whole ‘unified body of the pure untainted goddess’ or whatever thing we’ve got going on is pretty nice,” she admitted.  “But well, I guess I’m still just an old-fashioned girl, Vestal,” the multi-century-old immortal demigoddess artfully understated.  “I… I do just still… well it's like… it's like…"

Vestal cocked her head, her brow furrowing.  "What are you trying to say, Valkyrie?" she asked.

Valiant Valkyrie sighed and rolled her eyes.  "Oh… fuck it!  Look, when I’m this horny I just really really want something long and hard inside me, okay?”

Looking up into her mentor’s face, Vestal giggled.  “What are you talking about?” she asked.  Her blue eyes darted around, taking in the spaceship cabin.  “If it's a dick you're after, we’re riding in one!”

Following her sidekick’s gaze, Valkyrie looked around taking in the rocket.  “Okay, true,” she admitted.  Then she looked back down at her sidekick and sighed. “But Vestal, dear, when I say I want a dildo, I want the kind that can go inside me.  Not the other way around."  She looked around and shook her head.  "I will admit, I like them big and I like them thick but there is a limit, even for me... and this is definitely past it!”

Vestal grinned. Then she looked deviously back over her shoulder.

“Well, if you’re desperate enough,” she said, "I think there is one available.”  Behind her Mind Prime perked up.  He had been listening, of course.  His eyes were wide and his face suddenly hopeful over his mouthful of panty.

Valkyrie looked up, followed her gaze, looked back and glared.  "Vestal, just because I'm willing to call him a prick doesn’t mean I want him inside me.”  She made a face like she’d just contemplated eating poo, while her body shivered in revulsion at the very idea.

Mind Prime whimpered and looked crestfallen.  The little hopeful bulge that had appeared in his yellow speedo promptly shriveled back up again, until it could barely be picked out amongst the rumpled fabric - not that either beauty was trying.

“Hmm…” Vestal said, still considering her mentor’s predicament.

Valkyrie sighed, her eyes staring off into the distance.  “I guess you’re right,” she said.  She squirmed, hungrily.  “Unless we can figure out how to dial up the International Space Station and see if one of the dudes there is DTF, there aren’t exactly any actually suitable candidates this side of the mesosphere.”

Vestal tapped her lip, and then slowly smirked.  “I mean, given who’d be calling up and offering the mid-orbital booty-call, I think the airlock would have a fucking line,” she purred, glancing briefly down at her mentor’s staggering weightless body.  “But maybe, just maybe, there is something else available that’s just a little bit closer.”

Detaching from Valkyrie, she hooked out her boot and gave a little shove over the nearest available surface, gliding away across the cabin.

As Vestal flew away, Valkyrie was left floating, squirming and alone, in the very center of the spaceship.  With her blonde hair floating around her, her huge breasts heaving and sloshing weightlessly - tipped by extremely aroused nipples - and the pool of moisture collecting between her athletic upper thighs, she looked exactly the part of an incarnate sex goddess left deeply horny and unsatisfied.  Floating over, a tiny smirk on her lips, on her quest to get her mentor the exact sort of satisfaction she craved Vestal zoomed right past wide-eyed Mind Prime, and alighted on the wall beside him.

The sides of the rocket ship, where they were not already obstructed by acceleration couches or control panels, were covered almost from top to bottom in little sealed lockers.  These, without exception, had been packed carefully with gear of one sort or another and then sealed up tight, to make sure they did not shift either with the forces of blastoff or during the later zero-G flight.

Reaching out to seize the handle of one locker as a handhold, smirking Vestal floated down, dark hair streaming around, to arrive at a locker labeled ‘Mind Prime’.  With the whimpering supervillain squirming in his bonds but going nowhere a little ways to one side of her, she unlatched it, pulled the door open, and began searching curiously inside.

The first thing she found was her own belt.

"Ah, great!  I was wondering where he stashed that," she said, brightly.  Reaching down she buckled it around her waist.  Then she went rummaging through the locker again, looking for what she was really after.

“No,” she said, shaking her head.  “No… ah!  Well, well, well!”  A huge grin spread across her pink young lips.  “What have we here?” she cooed.

Slowly, her hand drew back out - her slender fingers wrapped around what was unmistakably the black sculpted head of a large plastic penis.

“Ooh!” Valkyrie gasped.  Lifting a hand to her mouth, she watched with wide fluttering eyes, looking like a startled damsel in an old romance comic, as she watched what Vestal was slowly drawing forth.  “Oh, my!” she whispered.  Lowering her hand from her mouth to clutch at her breast, she shook her head and licked her lips.  “Oh, that’s perfect!” she cooed - as she saw how much length had already emerged from the locker, and realized that there was going to be plenty to meet even her quite demanding standards.

“Figures,” Vestal purred, continuing to pull.  Finally, the long shaft jerked all the way out, revealing itself to be a little over a foot in length, with punishing girth to match.  The molding of the penis was so detail-perfect, including a slight leftward tilt, the frowning sidekick immediately suspected it was an exact copy of a real-life model… but, glancing over quickly to observe the likely source, confirmed that if so it had been scaled up several times.

The base of the dildo also emerged to reveal several straps, open and flapping around… ready and waiting to be buckled onto a set of hips.

“Ooh!” Valkyrie cooed again, and lapped her lips like she’d just gotten offered free ice cream.  Then, she tilted her head, and let a puzzled frown cross her lips.  “Wait, I don’t get it,” she said.  She nodded towards Mind Prime.  “Why does he have that?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vestal cooed.  Keeping one hand on her holdfast, she turned around, and waved the big strap-on up and down next to its original owner, making the straps float and flutter in the air as she did so.  She nodded towards the supervillain’s bald dome and smirked.  “Someone has performance issues!” she cooed.  “He didn’t want any uh, ‘equipment failures’ getting in the way of celebrating his big victory!”

Beside her, Mind Prime stared at his own marital aid, and then shivered - and rapidly shook his head.  “That’ssh ridickshuloush!!” he bleated, through his double-panty gag.  “Weeesh… weesh launsshed right on schedddullesh!”

“Right,” Vestal said, rolling her eyes.  “Because a quick prompt launch and then three hours of waiting around is what every lady dreams about.”

Then with that she swung his locker shut again, kicked off the side and floated back over towards Valkyrie, her gigantic new payload in tow.

“Shall we?” she asked her mentor, moving the strap-on into position.

Valkyrie licked her lips, and then nodded eagerly.  “Yes, let’s!” she said, happily.  Then she frowned, as she realized she might have broken protocol.  “Who gets to be on the receiving end first?” she asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Vestal asked.  Without waiting for confirmation, she was already bringing the straps up onto her own sleek hips and buckling it into place.  “You saved me, so it’s only fair, you get done first.”

Valkyrie bit her lip, but glancing down, didn’t seem to have the heart to argue with her sidekick.  “Okay!” she said.

Once more weightlessness made things very easy.  Valkyrie had but to spread her legs and wait.  Vestal finished getting things secure, gave a couple tugs to make sure her new equipment was taut, then reached out, grabbed her mentor’s silky bare shoulders, and swung up into position.  Valkyrie shivered, as for the second time that day she felt a rocket nudging its way into position, prepared for launch.

“Ready?” Vestal cooed.

Shivering in anticipation, Valkyrie nodded eagerly.

“Okay,” Vestal said, nuzzling the tip up until it was braced between Valkyrie’s sopping lower lips.  Then, she couldn’t resist.

“Ten,” she said.

“Nine..."

“Eight...”

Valkyrie shook  her head.  “There’s no need for that!” she protested.  “Just put it inside me!”

“Shh!” Vestal chided her shivering mentor.  Then, ignoring her objections, she blithely continued.

“Seven,” she cooed, smirking.  “Six… five…”

Whimpering in frustration, Valkyrie shivered… and then silently accepted that she would have to play the little eighteen-year-old’s games.  Reaching up her trembling hands to take a preparatory grip on her sidekick, she obediently just kept her mighty legs spread and waiting - though her sleek muscular thighs shivered impatiently.

“Four…” Vestal cooed.  “Three…”

To one side, Mind Prime whimpered.  Their relative position gave him a perfect view, side-on, to the impending launch site.  The massive shaft stretched between Vestal’s loins and her waiting mentor quivered before him… just like an actual rocket in the final moments of systems start-up prior to launch.

“Two…” Vestal purred.

Upstairs, Valkyrie gasped, and licked her lips… her entire body shivering in midair as it awaited launch.

“One…” Vestal said.

Then, suddenly, she slammed home.  Even though she had been waiting for it, the slightly premature entry took Valkyrie by surprise.  Her lips dropped open, and her eyes.  Then her head tilted back and, blonde hair flailing in zero-G, she let out an ear-piercing squeal.

“Blastoff!” Vestal announced happily, as she sank in deep and felt her mentor’s buxom body shiver in passion against her.  Then, taking a tight grip, she began to slam in over and over again.  She knew her mentor well enough to know what she liked.  To start off she didn’t try anything fancy.  She just held her tight, kept her hands on her firm, and delivered a steady brutal rhythm into her - laying down the thick artificial pipe.

In response, Valkyrie thrashed and squealed in delight in her sidekick’s hands, and, eyes rolling in her head, seemed to greatly enjoy the sexual equivalent of straight hard boost phase.  In no time her own buxom hips were slamming back instinctively into her sidekick’s thrusts, in perfect time to her dominating rhythm, helping the big plastic penis hollow her out deeper.  Globs and streamers of fluid and rippling bursts of gas rocketed out of her impaled pussy on each devastating thrust - and Mind Prime, watching helplessly, whimpered in shock as, seemingly driven by that source of propulsion and no other, the unified girls began to slowly but surely jet their away around the cabin.

Driven by the force of Valkyrie’s fluid expulsions, the two women wobbled around the room like a slow-motion version of an over-inflated balloon that had been accidentally let out of its owner’s grip.  Which was not that far off a visual metaphor, given the two pairs of huge breasts jiggling weightlessly together, and the juttingly rounded asses wobbling around throughout their travel.  Driven head-first, they repeatedly glanced off this or that obstruction and then, spinning around, shot off in a new one.  Too busy screaming her head off in impaled joy, Valkyrie barely even seemed to notice as the back of her head repeatedly whacked against first a couch, then a wall, and then a porthole, and then Mind Prime’s whimpering bald head, all in mid-coitus.  Her body thrashing helplessly, she nevertheless kept her hands clawing at Vestal’s pumping back and held her tight, to ensure they stayed joined together in their mutual pussy-propelled explorations.

At last, panting softly, Vestal began to tire.  Putting a hand on her sidekick’s shoulder, Valkyrie shook her head - still shivering with the residual pleasure of the three separate climaxes she had been driven to while shooting around the room.

“That’s enough for now, dear,” she purred, stroking her diligent sidekick reassuringly.  “You did great on me.  Now, it’s my turn.”

Breathing hard, Vestal nodded, and didn’t try to argue.

Floating side by side in mid-air, the exchange didn’t take long.  Vestal unbuckled and handed over the dildo.  Then, having been without stimulus herself for a bit and mindful of the beast’s brutal girth, she lifted both legs and then, putting her hands down, did her best to ready herself as fast as possible while Valkyrie got buckled in.  Soon, the giant black beast sprouted from Valkyrie’s loins in turn.

“Ready?” the enthused blonde asked her sidekick, brightly - quite eager to return the favor, after her own exhilarating roller-coaster ride around their floating space-capsule.

Vestal nodded vigorously.  Her fingers were still inside herself - but had gotten coated up again with gratifying speed.  “Yes!” she added.  Then, pulling out, she kept her legs spread and braced for entry.

Now it was Valkyrie’s turn to seize hold and settle into position.  Taking a tight grip, she brought her buxom hips down until she felt her giant tip sink into her sidekick’s tender gates.  Then she too licked her lips… and then grinned.

“Ten,” she cooed, into her sidekick’s face.

Vestal whimpered - and then blushed, to be delivered a taste of her own medicine.  “No!” she gasped, shaking her head furiously, her dark hair flashing.  “Not that!”

“Shh…” Valkyrie advised her, putting a finger to her teenage sidekick's quivering lips.  Then she reached back down, seized a tight hold and resumed her count.

“Nine,” she purred.

“Eight.”

Vestal whimpered - and like Valkyrie before her, reluctantly accepted she would just have to wait.  Slender body shivering, she spread her legs and tried to be patient.

“Seven,” Valkyrie cooed.

And then, without waiting any longer, and without any warning, she suddenly slammed in prematurely.

“Ah, fuck it!” she laughed as, still in mid-drive, she pushed herself deeper and deeper into her quivering sidekick.

Her eyes bulging and then rolling up, Vestal was shortly too busy screaming her head off to make any snide comment whatsoever about the older woman’s impatience.

Once more the two heroines jetted around the room.  Valkyrie kept hammering away just as long as Vestal had.  Afterwards, the two heroines swapped roles again; and then after that they did it again; and then again.  With each swap, they swapped positions as well.  After doing face to face, they did it from behind.

“Oh, my GOD, this is so much better!” Valkyrie squealed in awe, as she floated about the cabin, bent over, getting nailed by her sidekick’s furious hips up between her legs.  She shook her head, and moaned in delight, licking her lips.  Like many ladies she had a fondness for getting nailed from behind, given the natural tendency for each stroke to come right up along the front wall of the cunt, where the important bits all were.  But in full G this had to be balanced with the natural difficulty in her partner getting and staying in given a likely difference in height, and the additional interference imposed by her big round buns.  In space, of course, none of that mattered.  Flailing and squirming in delight, giant bubble-butt quivering continuously against her sidekick’s abs, she nevertheless did absolutely nothing to disturb the steady rhythmic hammering Vestal’s sleek hips delivered continuously, right up along her clit and her g-spot, driving her wild.

A little while later, she returned the favor - and her lithe sidekick expressed similar sentiments, albeit her deliriously-squealing face didn’t manage to say any of it with anything remotely resembling actual words.  Head perched against her mentor’s shoulder, Vestal just bucked and squealed helplessly as, smirking down indulgently, Valkyrie kept nailing her furiously.

Panting after that second session had left them both feeling loose and jiggly all down their thighs - something that might have led to some embarrassing clumsiness down on Earth but scarcely mattered in space - the two took a brief break.  Pushing off, holding the unbuckled strap-on ready in her left hand, Valkyrie drifted over to one of the computer consoles and started punching buttons.

“C’mon,” she said, biting her lip and frowning.  “It has to be in here.  There’s no way he wouldn’t include it in his library, the perv.  He couldn’t resist.”

“What are you looking for?” Vestal asked, floating over and looking over her mentor’s shoulder curiously - still trying to tease some of the sweat out of her billowing hair so the rocket’s air systems could handle it for her.

With another couple of button presses, Valkyrie’s eyes lit up.  “That!” she said, pointing at the screen.

Upon it had appeared the cover of an e-book.  The title read ‘The Illustrated Kama Sutra:  Annotated Edition’.  Below it, was a picture of some discretely-non-gender-specific bodies bent into a very complicated if interesting position.

“Oh!” Vestal gasped, staring.  Then she tapped a finger and frowned.  “You know,” she said to her mentor, “I know it’s like a classic or whatever, but it’s pretty old.  In sex ed, they told us there are much better and more comprehensive sex guides now.”

“Oh, I know,” Valkyrie cooed happily as, regardless, she tapped on the screen, and began to cycle forward.  “But, uh, you know how there’s some strong cross-relationships between the Vedas and the Sagas?  Well… there was a good reason for that, back in the day.  And let’s just say… you always have a special relationship with a text if you’ve met the author.”

Vestal’s eyebrows went up.  Then her face twisted slightly, and she glanced down at the eager way her mentor’s buxom hips were wiggling back and forth.

“Met?” she asked, suspiciously.  “Valkyrie, what do you mean by that?”

Valkyrie took a deep breath, and then shook her head.  “A lady never tells,” she said.  She squirmed again.  “Especially when talking about figures of deep significance within still-practicing religions.”  She shivered, and took a deep breath.   “But, uh, let’s just say… I have it on good authority… the dude was very, very, VERY well-qualified in his subject matter.”

Vestal shook her head and rolled her eyes.  “Valkyrie…” she sighed.

Whirling her head, Valkyrie gave her a sharp look.  “Hey!” she said.  “Where do you get off getting on my case about a two-thousand year-old one-night-stand?  That, uh, may or may not have ever actually happened, to be clear!”

Looking at her mentor’s angry face, sweaty Vestal just smirked and then giggled.

Realizing she had been played, Valkyrie groaned, rolled her eyes, and went back to searching.  Soon enough, she found the half-remembered page she was looking for.  Putting a hand on the holdfast beside the screen, she floated back and brandished her dildo towards it.  “There,” she said.  “What do you think of that?”

“Holy hell…” Vestal gasped, staring.

Valkyrie smirked.  “LIke I said, he was very qualified,” she said.  “If… maybe just a little overambitious.”

Vestal shook her head, still staring.   “Was this thing written just to train Olympic gymnasts how to fuck each other?” she asked.

“On Earth, maybe,” Valkyrie admitted.  She looked at her sidekick and smirked.  “Want to give it the old outer-space try?”

Vestal licked her lips, and grinned.  “Sure!”

“Let’s take off our boots and gloves,” Valkyrie said, starting to do just that.  “I think we’re going to need it… plus they're just getting sweaty.”

Vestal nodded eagerly, and followed suit.

Now naked except for their belts, they soon reassembled into a complex pretzel and went back at it.  Mind Prime moaned as he watched them float back past, his eyes widening as he was briefly barely able to tell whose butt and breasts and other assorted body parts were whose among the joyous tangle of womanhood and dildo flailing eagerly before him.  Only the delighted twitching of their toes, shivering of their bodies, and the eager moans writhing from their unified mass let him know how much zero-G fun he was missing.

And they did not stop there, of course.  After one position, they tried another and then another.  Going from page to page they went through every new position they could find in the book - and then in several other books they also found, unsurprisingly enough, among the lecherous supervillain’s files.  They did the Crab Walk without walking, the Standing Slide without standing, and the Mermaid without water.

As they fucked away around the capsule, every now and again, one lady or the other ended up with her face pressed up against a porthole.  They gasped in awe, as the world swept along beneath them… while pleasure swept continuously through their intensely wet and excited pussies.

Finally, however, their magic carpet ride of sex had to come to an end.  Eventually, there came a soft beeping.

“Retro-rockets firing in thirty seconds…” the soft female computerized voice said.  “Descent is imminent.  All systems go for re-entry.”

At that moment the two heroines were floating side by side, panting softly, still recovering from what seemed roughly their own hundredth re-entry of the flight.  They gasped softly, and looked up.

“Can we stop it?” Vestal asked, hopefully.  “Postpone it, so we can have our fun a little longer?”

Valkyrie sighed - and then, after a quick glance at the expression on Mind Prime’s face, shook her head.  She didn’t trust the skeevy supervillain for much, but she did trust him to know the limitations of his own rocket.

He had known enough to bring the dildo, after all.

“No, I think that’s a bad idea,” she said.

Vestal nodded.  Then, slowly, a smirk spread across her lips.  “Well then, I guess we need to prepare for re-entry,” she said.  And, lifting her lips up to her mentor’s ear, she softly whispered her idea for how to do just that.

Valkyrie gasped, and then squirmed.  She shook her head, her eyes wide.  “I… I don’t think I can ask you to do that, Vestal!” she said.

Leering, Vestal reached out behind her mentor, and then shook her head.  “I wasn’t asking, slut,” she said, in her best ‘supervillain’ voice.  Then, swinging her hand up, she delivered a sharp swat onto her mentor’s bottom.

Valkyrie gasped.  And then, reaching back to rub her bottom - as the shockwaves wobbled back and forth across its vast weightless surface - the chastised mentor slowly nodded.

Soon enough, they had everything prepared.  Knowing gravity would soon be coming back, in potentially violent fashion, they had swiftly gone around and made sure everything loose was stowed away.  Things that didn’t have a proper place - their bras, or Vestal’s old spreader-bar, both of which had been floating quietly in a remote corner for almost the duration of their flight - were stuffed into the lockers as best they could fit and then jammed closed.  Not an elegant solution, but it didn’t have to last long.

Then, Valkyrie took up position - facing into the porthole and shivering eagerly.  Smirking Vestal floated up behind her… already buckling the big donger back into position one last time.

Staring, finally getting an inkling of what they intended, Mind Prime shook his head desperately.  “Ladieeshh!” he moaned, into his skimpy double-gag.  “Y-you cantsh dooosh theesh!   It issh, improssilbblsh!”

Getting in position, Vestal bent around at the waist and waved a finger at him.

“I told you!” she hissed.  “Just shut your stupid mouth and watch us!”

Then, pulling herself forward, she pressed the big dildo up against Valkyrie’s pussy.

“Ready?” she asked.

Valkyrie braced herself, shivered, and nodded.

“Yes!” she said.

This statement got tested almost immediately.  As the heroines had gotten into position, there had been a few hisses, and a gentle rotation of the compartment around them, as the rocket maneuvered into its own final orientation.  Then, there came a soft beep.

“Retro-burn initiated in three… two…”

“Here it comes!” Vestal gasped.

“One… retro burn initiate,” the computer said.

And suddenly, with a great roar, the main rockets fired.

“Oh…. GODDDDDDESSSSS!” Valkyrie squealed.  All of a sudden, gravity returned with a vengeance… and slammed the giant dildo right down into her.  Bucking around in awe, Valkyrie let out a loud squeal.  But she wasn’t the only one, as moments later Vestal slammed down on top of her, and then both women got driven down into the window in front of them… crushing the giant dildo up to the hilt inside Valkyrie’s stunned juice-splattering pussy.

The sudden return of gravity had other consequences as well.  While they had cleaned up the solid objects, the heroines had been able to do nothing about the little shining galaxy of pussy-juice droplets that they had been steadily spreading around the room.  The main air system had taken care of some of it, helping to keep the central spaces clear so they weren’t just breathing in their own lubricants.  But around the edges, where there were eddies and dead spaces, little nebulae of residual feminine pleasure still swirled.  Now, it all suddenly turned from a shimmering galaxy to one great mass of gooey rain, which splattered down around them in a great surging tide.

“AAAAH!” Valkyrie moaned, as Vestal was pounded up against her whether she wanted to or not, the dildo went wild in her pussy, and she suddenly found herself half-immersed in a sea of juices.  In seconds they were both coated and lubed up, as if they were competing in an oiled nude wrestling match.  But this just allowed their bodies to slide and slip more freely against each other as, scarcely making a difference amidst the furious shaking force, Vestal still did her absolute best to keep pounding into Valkyrie regardless - giving her mentor the best finale to their adventure her sidekick could think of.

“Oh, yes!  YES!  OOH!” Valkyrie moaned, shivering and quivering in awe.  And, even in the midst of the furious well-oiled coitus, Valkyrie’s eyes opened up and shone with wonder.

For, pressed up tight against the window, it was as if she was being fucked up against the vacuum of space itself.  She moaned in awe as, even as the huge dildo slammed furiously up into her, she saw the great globe of Earth stretched out before her… steadily growing larger.  The atmosphere swept up steadily, just as the giant tip of the cock swept through her quivering cunt.  Then they hit it - at almost the exact same moment Vestal managed to hit a particularly sweet spot deep deep inside her.

“Oooh!” Valkyrie squealed in awe, her entire body shaking helplessly, and her eyes rolling in her head.  For a moment the majesty of the universe vanished from her mind, to be replaced merely by the brutal domination of her cunt.  Then, she came back up out of that deep-slamming world…and gasped.

They were going back in now - as was Vestal of course, over and over and over again.  Sheets of fire roared up right past Valkyrie, bathing her shivering flesh in its terrible orange light.  Mind Prime had not bothered with heavy traditional ceramic tiles for his spaceship, in favor of more high-tech supervillain solutions.  Gasping softly, Valkyrie could see the faint sparkle of the forcefield, holding back the inferno, just a few inches from her shivering face… although she was not entirely sure if that was real, or just some stars she was seeing, after the last really good screaming thrust she had gotten.

Bucking back mindlessly into Vestal’s thrusts, Valkyrie gasped in awe as the universe seemed engulfed in roaring flame.

Then, they broke through that.  With a gasp, Valkyrie looked down to see clouds… below her… and getting larger fast.

“H-here it comes!” Vestal moaned.

“Don’t stop… don’t stop!” Valkyrie begged - as the Earth itself seemed to be coming for her.

“I won’t!” Vestal promised, and kept at it.

Then, with a last whump, just as they were passing through the clouds, the parachutes deployed.  With one last gigantic god-like jerk the capsule was dragged backwards - and gravity suddenly intensified fourfold.

“AIIIEEEEE!” Valkyrie squealed, as the giant dildo was driven into her harder than she had ever felt before.  And, in that instant, she lost it.  Screaming, thrashing, howling, moaning, she lost all contact with the universe entirely.  Earth, stars, spaceships, villains, every last one was forgotten entirely as she screamed and screamed with a furious pounding release.  From her buxom impaled haunches, her pussy splattered out fluids like it was trying to get her back to orbit all by itself, drenching Vestal’s desperately-flailing legs.  Then, at last, it passed.

“Ooooohhhh….” Valkyrie whimpered.  She came back up from her radio blackout to find herself pressed tight to the window.  Vestal was leaned up against her, painting beside her.  But, now that the rocket was drifting down on its chute, there was no longer any great force pressing her into the window.  Slowly, with a soft groan, the two exhausted superheroines slid down it, seemingly as limp and ruined as two accident victims slipping off a car’s hood.  They collapsed down.  Valkyrie yelped as, in the process, the big dildo slipped out.  Thumping down, panting hard, the two mighty superheroines ended up lying side by side on the floor of the rocket, their whole world spinning around them as if the Earth itself had gone into orbit.  However the fuck that would work.

Still strapped into one side, Mind Prime whimpered.  He stared down at the two exhausted super-beauties, lying before him on his own deck.  But that was all he could do.

Sprawled out beside each other, the two superhuman ladies gasped softly, large breasts rising and falling.  They were both covered in a sheen of sweat - among other fluids.  The big dildo sprouted up from Vestal’s hips like a flagpole, waving lightly back and forth in the air as she shivered.  Other than that, and the occasional twitching of their fingers or toes, they did not move.

Then, with a soft 'sploosh!' followed by a sudden heavy sloshing motion, the capsule splashed down.  Through the windows, heaving blue waves could be seen, rippling up and down.  The deck began to sway and shift underneath them… for reasons that, for once, had nothing to do with the spinning in their heads.  With a sigh, trembling, both superheroines shivered and then stood up.  Still silent, Vestal unbuckled the dildo, while Valkyrie reached back up and swept her bedraggled blonde hair back.  Then, naked save for their belts, they stood and faced one another.  By chance, their position left them with Mind Prime looking right down the space between their bodies, still blinking silent and helpless, about a meter to one side.

“Well, then,” Valkyrie said softly, still breathing hard.  “I… I think that just about covers that.”

Vestal nodded.  “What… What was his original plan for pickup?” she asked.

“Hmm,” Valkyrie said.  She bit her lip, thinking.  “I imagine,” she said, “since he intended to spread the Mind Wipe Virus, he figured the world would be his slaves and he could just order someone out to bring in their new Emperor.”  She turned her head and for the first time in quite a while, favored Mind Prime with the slightest bit of her attention.  “What about the right big guy?” she asked.

He whimpered, and slowly nodded.

Strutting over, Valkyrie operated one of his consoles, and then brought up a sensor reading.  “Well, what do you know,” she said.  She nodded towards it.  “We splashed down within range of a carrier group.  Looks like they’re already sending someone out for us.”  She gestured at the sensor readout indicating several helicopters inbound, coming from a large formation of ships some distance away.

“How long?” Vestal asked.

Valkyrie frowned, and then with a couple clicks, got the machine to estimate for her.  “Ten, maybe fifteen minutes,” she said.

“Then we don’t have much time,” Vestal said.

Valkyrie nodded.

First things first.  Going up to Mind Prime, they reached in, and retrieved their panties.  The villain gulped after his mouth got free - but with his rocket spent and his brain still recovering from what it had been through, for the moment he made no move to talk.  Holding up their respective panties, the heroines grimaced as they saw how soaked they had become with his saliva.

“Ew…” Valkyrie said.  She shook her head.  “I don’t care if it means giving an entire carrier deck a free show, I am NOT putting this sludge up onto my pussy.  No way in Hel!”

Vestal tapped a finger to her cheek, and then smiled.  “There might be a solution,” she said.

Reaching up, she grabbed Valkyrie’s panty - which, her face still twisting in revulsion, the buxom blonde was only too happy to hand over.  Holding both dripping bottoms, Vestal walked over - showing quite a shiver in her legs, but that could probably be cracked up to zero G… probably - to an as-yet untouched machine.

“Zero-G washer,” she said.  She smirked, as she tucked in both sopping panties.  “I think he was just being prepared… in case one of us was on the rag or something.”

“Ah,” Valkyrie said, nodding.  She frowned.  “How do you know it works in full G?”

“Because he told me,” Vestal said, nodding towards Mind Prime.  “At great fucking length.”  Closing up the washer, she got it working.  Suds started to flow through the little panties, inside, visible through a tiny window.  A handy readout told her it would be only a few minutes before they would be both clean and dried.  As she watched, Vestal shook her head.  “He gets me in here, all to himself… he could take my panties down at any time… and instead he just has to stop and tell me about every last one of his god-damned toys.”

Standing beside her, Valkyrie smirked.  “Yeah, he’s a dude alright,” she said.  She nodded in satisfaction, as she saw the goo already getting washed off their costume bottoms.  “That’s sorted then,” she said.  Strutting over, she retrieved their bras and hung them up beside the washer, ready for when the matching bottoms were done.  Meanwhile, Vestal did the same with their gloves and boots, stacking them neatly on what was now once more the floor beneath it.

“Now,” Valkyrie said, softly.  “There’s only one more thing to sort out…”

Slowly, the two naked superheroines turned and advanced to both stand before Mind Prime.  The trapped villain squirmed, and stared back at them.  From the look on his face, his long ordeal had done quite the number on him.  But he was still who he was.  As he lay helpless before the two heroines, standing furiously and naked before them, his eyes dropped repeatedly down to stare at their giant breasts and their bare leaking pussies - both in their own way subject to the usual forces of gravity once more.

“Hey, Mind Prime,” Valkyrie said.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” Vestal asked.

The villain shivered.  Then, slowly, despite himself, he nodded his shiny bald head up and down.  

“Did you enjoy watching us have sex?” Valkyrie asked.

The villain shivered.  “Yes,” he admitted, softly. He could hardly lie - the mediocre but obviously painfully-erect boner still throbbing against the front of his ill-advised speedos assured that.

Beside Valkyrie, Vestal smirked.  “Did you like watching us play with all of your toys?” she asked.

Slowly, the villain nodded.  “Yes… very much so…” he said.

Valkyrie smiled.  “Are you looking forward to remembering that?” she asked him.  “Are you thinking that, even if you go to jail, it was kind of worth it… since you’ll get to go to the grave still being able to remember the two of us fucking all around on your big rocket?”

Mind Prime shivered, and then slowly nodded.  “Yes,” he said.

“Well, tough,” Valkyrie said.  Reaching down to his belt, she ripped away his portable trademark Mindwipe device.  Holding it up, she began to lift it up to his head.

A look of the most pure horror either heroine had ever seen appeared on the villain’s face, as he realized what she was about to do.  “No!” he gasped.  His eyes lifted up to stare in horror at the device as it was pressed up against his forehead.  “Please!  Y-you can’t!” he begged.  “I have to remember it!  I need to remember the titties… and the fucking… and your bodies… and ev-eve-everyyythiiinnnggg…”

His speech slurred out and his eyes dilated wide as, without the slightest qualms in the universe, Valiant Valkyrie finished adjusting the dial and pressed the button at the center - pushing the box slightly harder into his forehead as she did so.  His eyes wide and his jaw falling open, Mind Prime whimpered in horror as, like looking into a draining toilet, he suddenly felt everything he had witnessed sweep back through his mind… as if getting to briefly relive it on the way back out.  His eyes blinked in excruciating torment as he witnessed every pump, every jiggle, every sway of weightless breast and every moan of luscious lips swirl back through his mind… only to get sucked away forever.  At last, Valkyrie’s panties inched their way back up and her bra leaped back into place.  That too vanished down the toilet vortex in his mind… and then with a gasp, it was all gone, as if it had never been there, as Valkyrie lifted the box away from his head.

Slowly, Mind Prime stared.  It took some time for him to recover.  While he remained catatonic, his eyes gaping right past him, the two luscious heroines, standing side by side, swiftly slid back into their panties - cooing at how soft and clean they both felt; and then levered their large bare breasts back into their big-cupped prisons.  They slid on their boots and gloves.  Turning, using each other as a mirror, they hastily darted up and down, cleaning up their appearances for appearances’ sake.  Then they turned back and strutted up to once more stand before Mind Prime.

Slowly recovering from the mental equivalent of getting a good portion of his brain flushed, Mind Prime blinked… and then slowly his face twisted into an angry sneer.  His eyes darted back and forth - to find the two superheroines standing, in classic power stances and in full costume, huge smirks on their lips, to either side of him.

“Wh-what?!” the wicked villain snapped.  The last he could remember, he had been forcing Valkyrie into her acceleration couch, in preparation for a victorious ascent to a vagina-filled orbital adventure.  Gradually, he became aware of the sloshing of the capsule, and the occasional splash of blue wave against the window.  In the distance, he could just start to hear the sound of choppers, slowly growing louder.

“What… what the fuck did you superbimbos do to me?!” Mind Prime demanded.

Hands on her hips, Valiant Valkyrie shook her head.  “Ooh, that’s a nasty bump you must have gotten on that old dome, Mind Prime!” she said.

Beside her, in the same stance, but with a bigger smirk, Vestal giggled.  “Yeah,” the eighteen-year-old sidekick cooed.  “You shouldn’t have been a dumbass and gotten out of that couch, like we told you not to!”

“Wh-what?!” Mind Prime asked, incredulously.  His eyes tilted up, towards his shiny dome, and then narrowed.  “I… I don’t feel anything!” he said.

Valkyrie shook her head, long blonde hair flowing around her.  “Such a nasty bump, you can’t even feel it!” she said.

“You’d better come quietly then,” Vestal purred.  “You wouldn’t want to get another.”

Lifting up her hand, Vestal held up a pair of handcuffs - the same ones that had once been on her wrists - and let them swing back and forth in front of him.

“How about it, Mind Prime?” she asked.

“Going to come quietly?” Valkyrie asked.

Mind Prime growled.  Then he rolled his eyes.  “Alright,” he hissed.

They released him from the couch.  Deprived of his weapons and gadgets, with his rocket spent, and his plans ruined, the growling villain provided only pathetic verbal resistance as he was pulled out and shackled.

A short time later, a large military helicopter set down onto the vast deck of a nearby aircraft carrier.  In the far distance, a strange super-jet covered in tiger-stripes was already working to pick up Mind Prime’s aircraft, and take it back to Beachport for testing.  Once Valkyrie had made sure the computer systems were properly scrubbed of course - having warned the authorities about the sorts of viruses Mind Prime would likely have secured inside.

There had been enough advance notice of the rocket’s descent and the pickup, that a small gaggle of press was already waiting on board.  A good-looking Public Relations Liaison Officer in a sharp dress uniform, featuring a tight dark skirt, wrangled the press and moderated the resulting press conference - eager for the chance to put a fresh face on her boat’s activities beside such photogenic and high-profile figures.  

One by one Vestal and Valiant Valkyrie fielded questions from the gathered reporters on the nature and manner of their latest victory - and handled each with practiced aplomb.  The press heard all about how they had effortlessly tricked and outsmarted Mind Prime, how they had kept him secure for the flight after his nasty bump, and how they had chastely guarded him during the descent.

And absolutely nothing else.

At last, towards the end of the conference, one reporter lifted a hand.  The sharp-dressed PR officer, standing beside the three super-guests, nodded.  “May I ask a question of Mind Prime?” he asked.

The officer considered this a moment.  She glanced at Valkyrie.  Valkyrie shared a brief glance with Vestal in turn, and then nodded her approval.

“Yes, you may,” the officer said.

“Mister Mind Prime,” he said, gesturing his microphone towards the bald villain.  “Just so you know, your minions in Beachport have been rounded up and your bases are being secured by the rest of the Aegis Host as we speak.  So, with that in mind… do you have anything to say about what just happened?”

Mind Prime shivered and growled.  But, since he for one didn’t particularly care about PR, he finally landed on one thing to say.

“Yeah,” the villain said.  “I’ll just say this.  After all the work I put into building that rocket, and testing it, and getting it all laid out… I’m sure fucking glad no one else got to enjoy fucking in it, besides me!”

Standing a little ways behind him, Valkyrie and Vestal shared a tiny glance… and grimaced as they realized that the mindwipe may have still left some residual subconscious grudges behind.  But fortunately, the press was too busy zooming in on and laughing at the silly thwarted villain to notice.  Then, with a wave of the liaison officer’s gloved hand, the press conference was ended and the press itself shuffled away.  A group of strapping Marines came forward, and took Mind Prime off of the superheroines’ hands.  Several cameramen spread out to get pictures of the snarling impotent villain getting led away, paunch jiggling under his suit and gut hanging out slightly over his speedo.

As this was happening, the pretty liaison officer sidled up near to the two heroines, and leaned her jauntily covered head close.

“Just so you know,” she cooed softly, “we’re quite a ways out to sea.  It will take some time to arrange you transport to shore… and there aren’t many cabins set up to be appropriate for women of your, uh… caliber.  At least that won’t have a literal mess full of dudes trying to sneak by and get a peek.”  She licked her lips, squirmed in her dress uniform, and then finally dropped her angle.  “So… would you like to share mine?” she offered.

It was a little against protocol.  But if the superheroine made the request, nobody in a position to would refuse her.

Valkyrie’s eyebrows went up.  Despite her attempt to preserve proper professional and military decorum, the officer had not been able to keep the eager star-fucker coo out of her voice, at exactly what there might be in store for a night in a cramped little cabin with two bikini-clad superheroines while she was off duty.

Turning their heads, Vestal and Valkyrie shared a brief look.  Vestal nodded, and just gave her a tiny smile that said ‘your choice’... then went back to ogling the officer’s butt in her tight dark skirt, as if to make her own clear.  Rubbing her lip, Valkyrie took a brief look herself at the same eager and persuasive round bump, and tried to make up her mind.  ‘Well, I did just say I rather like cock, and this boat might as well be a buffet’ she thought.  ‘On the other hand, after the last few hours, I have had enough to last most women a lifetime.’  She squirmed, feeling a good deep ache still lingering all up and down underneath her belly and her bikini. Plus a brief glance at the officer gave her the distinct impression she was smart enough to have found a place to tuck away a vital instrument or two…  In a moment, she had made her decision.

“Sure,” she said, to the pretty officer who, despite her practiced professional mask, had not been able to keep a nervous quiver off her face as she desperately waited to get an answer to her question.

“We’d be happy to!” Vestal added cheerily, leaning her head forward to throw her two cents in now that her mentor had spoken… and squirming eagerly, within her own bikini.

The officer could not help herself.  Decorum or no decorum, cameras or no cameras, for a moment she could not keep an absurd smile from breaking out on her face.  Nor could she keep her eyes from lighting up like a slot machine jackpot, as she gazed at the two gorgeous busty women and realized she really was just a few hours away from getting to scratch both ‘superheroine’ and ‘astronaut’ off her bucket list - twice over and in the same night.  And while deployed, for all the absurd luck!

But then she immediately had to get her game face back on - as now that the villain had been led away the press started to congregate again, a little further away, for one last pre-planned photo op.  Already, several large groups of uniformed crew had begun to assemble at pre-plotted positions around the deck - the exact groups, in the exact positions, she had herself hastily plotted out and gotten her superiors to approve (more or less effortlessly, given the cause) less than an hour before.  The crewmen themselves had also done remarkably little grumbling, and had turned out quite readily - once they learned the cup sizes of the two special ‘guests’ they would be honoring.

“Alright, ladies and gentleman,” she said.  Despite her attempt at remaining professional, as she stood beside the two superheroines her body squirmed openly in her tight dress uniform.  For all the world, it looked like if someone had come along and ripped the skirt and jacket off of her, leaving her in just her cap, bra, and panties, she would have happily just gone with it.

“Let’s give one last big hand,” she said, warming up steadily - in more ways than one, “for the heroines of the hour.”  Standing beside her soon-to-be bunkmates, she gestured up and down them like she was a bikini-clad model showing a game show audience the grand prize.  

“Once again, as always…” she said, “Valiant Valkyrie is Victorious!”

And with that, the enormous assembled crowds launched into a great chorus of pre-planned, choreographed but, it must be said, not entirely feigned roars of applause.  The press cameras flashed and flashed.  At the officer’s eager, nonverbally-pantomimed invitation Valiant Valkyrie and Vestal joined hands and raised up their fists, like they were each a boxer being awarded the title by the other.  Posing beside them, the squirming officer continued to direct her hands up and down them like she was showing off the prize showcase… while based on her eyes and her smile it was she herself who had just won the jackpot.

And as they basked in the adulation, the snapping cameras, and their eager future-bunkmate’s beaming praise, Valiant Valkyrie and Vestal quietly leaned their heads a little bit closer together.

“All in all, today worked out pretty well,” Valiant Valkyrie allowed.

“Yep, pretty well,” Vestal said, nodding.  “Pretty well indeed.”

They smiled a few more seconds, under the flashing cameras.

“I hope tomorrow is more exciting,” Valkyrie whispered softly.

“Yeah,” Vestal sighed.  “I know, right?”

And with that they went back to waving, as the cameras flashed and flashed.

FIN