Wonder Woman:  The Great Debate - Chapter 10A:  Heroines Win

By Violator

Author's Note:  if the title isn't a clue, this is one of two endings for the Great Debate storyline; this being the improbable 'Heroines Win' ending (for a given value of 'winning', as we shall see).  If you're holding out for the 'Heroines Lose' ending, sorry, that will drop next; but as a consolation it will probably have an additional epilogue afterwards where this one does not.  What can I say, I get more verbose with some of my fetishes than others.  As always, send any feedback or comments to violatoremail@protonmail.com 

Our Story Thus Far:  the League of Virtue and Equality, a new team unifying many superheroines and 'superheroes', is holding its first Tribunal of Grievances, with Wonder Woman representing the aggrieved superheroine side against her counterpart Lord Virtue.  It has not gone well.  After a series of humiliating defeats, she and her fellow heroines have been forced to hand over their costumes, and submit to numerous indignities.  Out in the audience, her fellow heroines are sucking the heroes' dicks, while getting their pussies fingered.  At her feet, unbeknownst to anyone, a team of snickering gremlins have spent a great deal of time softening up the all-female panel of judges, via their drugged and unsuspecting vaginas.  Meanwhile Wonder Woman, as a side-effect of a previous judgment, has been forced to engage her adversary in sexual intercourse.  This last contest the virginal Amazon has proven completely unprepared for.  Her brains almost literally fucked out in his arms, she has retracted all her accusations and offered forth a 'restitution' of what amounts to complete and eternal slavery of all the heroines to all of the heroes.  Lord Virtue presented the same proposal, leaving the judges with a fait accompli.  But, being told that this was against the rules, he commanded Wonder Woman to add one more term to her proposal, and, when the sex-befuddled superheroine asked what, told her to pick anything that came to mind.  Will this act of hubris be the arrogant Lord's undoing, leading to his complete downfall at what otherwise would have been his moment of supreme triumph, like some sort of comic-book villain or something?  Well... what do you think?

"I... I think..." Wonder Woman moaned. Her whole body shuddered, and her eyes stared in the distance. Then, deep inside her, a tiny glimmer of her near-extinguished spirit briefly glimmered. Free from direction by the arrogant male fucking her, a furious snarl slowly spread, invisible to him, across her glorious face. "I rule..." she cried, "that all you evil, evil EVIL men be EXPELLED!"

Lost in a deep gasp of triumphant exultation, it took a second for what she'd said to sink into Lord Virtue's head. Suddenly, his huge pecs swelled as he took in a deep rush of breath. "Wh-what?" he thundered, in dismay.

But it was too late. With a deep gasp of sexual and psychological release, Power Girl snatched up her precious gavel, and banged it down upon its little round block, hard. "Tribunal sides... with the PROSECUTION!" she cried, hastily.

For just a moment, silence reigned throughout the vast auditorium. Only the ringing echoes of Power Girl's banged gavel echoed. The 'heroes' sat, glued to their chairs, hands clutched tight to their arm-rests... their eyes wide as they struggled to process what had just happened. Then, slowly, with a long collective slurp, the mighty gorgeous heroines who had spent the better part of an hour sucking the heroes' cocks slowly rose up their long trembling instruments, until their puffy and luscious abused lips slipped off their enormous glistening tips. Beautiful faces turning up, each ravishing heroine briefly gave her chosen, well-served hero a long, silent, and unamused stare.

"Uh... high, babe," the Gremlin King tried weakly, his little long-nosed face confronted, at a far shorter range than the length of his scaly dripping cock, with Miss Marvel's glorious glaring countenance.

A moment later, bedlam ensued. Growling in fury, a dozen heroines' luscious cock-sucking lips twisted into snarls, and moments later let out a storm of hysterical invective. "You beasts!" was a popular one, emerging from a dozen lovely (and rather deeply aching) throats at once. But "Chauvinist pig!" was also popular, as was the simple and direct, violently-bellowed "VILLAIN!!!"

Several other heroines, rather than say anything expressed their dissatisfaction at their would-be lords' treatment by suddenly darting their slender gloves hands up, clutching them tight around her villain's massive saliva-drooling dick, and giving it a ferocious and super-humanly powerful squeeze. "YEAAARGH!" several 'heroes' squealed at once, their heads shooting back and their voices soaring straight up into soprano, as the heroines' long nails dug into their tender throbbing flesh. They were made of tough enough stuff that no geysers of gore ensued, a few trickles of blood out from under razor-sharp nails being the best any beauty managed to do - but not for lack of fervent trying.

"Oh... oh GAWWWDD!" the Gremlin King squealed, as Ms. Marvel's own lovely fingers clamped down ferociously around his precious head. "Abort!" he squealed, desperately. "Abort! ABORT!"

At the safe word a little Gremlin who had lain, concealed, in an air duct - grinning eagerly and watching the show for most of the time - suddenly gasped, and clutching up a little remote, stabbed a red button. Instantly, from where Gremlin hands had quietly stashed them beneath wiggling heroine buttocks through the heroine-eye-engrossing early parts of the debate, billowing clouds of knockout gas erupted to bury the writhing, howling-hero-filled seats under roiling mountains of soporific mist. Gasping and shuddering in shock, several voluptuous heroines promptly let abused 'hero' cocks slip from their fingers and sank, trembling and gaping, onto their fleshy naked haunches at their feet.

But not all the heroines were so affected. Her eyes glowing like fire, like a blonde goddess Supergirl streaked up out of the roiling clouds - shrugging its effects off her lungs as easily as she would bullets from her large naked breasts - and soared up to loom like a winged angel above the struggling men. Throughout the mist-buried stands several other glowing and furious pairs of burning heroine eyes also pierced the darkness - two each where the White Queen and Jean Grey had been, among others.

His hands trembling upon his would-be conquest's buxom body, Lord Virtue gaped down upon the ensuing cock-slaughter in horror... his own huge dick twitching in sudden frenzied panic within the Amazon's superbly tight-squeezing cunt. "What... what are you DOING?" he thundered, his eyes wide behind his metal mask. "You... you should be OBEYING us. Like GODS!" His hips, instinctively, continued to pound furiously into Wonder Woman, enjoying, despite everything, the taut sliding of her divine devastated cunt.

Quivering under his strokes, Wonder Woman nevertheless managed to turn her eyes up, and twist her lips into a triumphant snear.

"You have deposed the Tribunal, it is true!" she hissed up to him, voice shaking with relish... and cock. "But not a single man remains upon the team to command! Which means none of your foul laws apply to us anymore! NONE!"

"Oh... fuck," Lord Virtue said, in a small voice. As he watched two of his mightiest villains, the Aberration and the Leviathan, tried in all-consuming panic to scramble up and over their chairs and flee. But their huge dicks and enormous balls, dangling down defenseless between their legs, proved irresistible targets to the mighty heroines hovering above them... and moments later two bolts of energy, one from Supergirl's eyes and one shot from the shaking hand of the naked redheaded Ms. Grey, struck them square on their dangling dicks. Howling, both muscular heroes tumbled down into the next rows and lay, whimpering... and despite themselves the heroines hovering above them smirked broadly, and let out eager laughs.

"Oh... oh FUCK," Lord Virtue said again, his eyes wide.

But he could not help himself. His massive cock, even as it twitched with a sudden corkscrewing emotion at the ladies' sudden dominance, thrust eagerly down into Wonder Woman's tight slit once more. As it struck bottom, to the point her tight outer folds quivered against his heavy balls, an all too familiar tingle, like burning fire, streaked up from his base all the way to his tip.

"Oh... FUCK!" the mighty Lord Virtue roared. But, realizing it was too late to fight it, and that he might as well take advantage of his position inside the Amazon's vagina while he had it, he suddenly seized a tight hold upon her buxom hips and began to pound into her furiously. "Oh, fuck!" he roared, his dick pulsing and twitching like mad. "OH, fuck! OH FUCK!"

"Oh... GODDESS!!!" Wonder Woman gasped. The smug smirk suddenly vanished off her royal lips in an instant, and she gasped, once more seeming to see into the depths of the universe itself, as she realized - instinctively - what deeply feminine fate, despite her ladies' victory, was about to finally befall her. But, like Lord Virtue himself, her lusts rose so quickly she could not resist. WIth a deep moan, even as she witnessed one heroine after another rise up from the mist with her eyes literally or figuratively on fire, her mighty thighs trembled... and then helplessly spread wide, eagerly taking the villain's powerful slamming up her helpless quivering slit. "Oh... GODDESS!!!" she shrieked, as she felt the most powerful orgasm yet rising inside her. "Oh, GODDESS! OH, GODDESSSSSS!!!"

But the other heroines, all having much more personally relevant foes to find and deal with as they panned their snarling, saliva-dripping faces, barely heard her. Her squeals and screams, just behind them, vanished without trace into the general howling chaos that had enveloped the hall of law.

"Escape! ESCAPE!" the Bush Poacher squealed, his jowly face twisting in fear.

"Run away! Run away!" the Geek yelped, as he tried to scramble out of the way of a snarling Got Chic... who still had several thick globs of saliva running down her furious chin, from the long long minutes she'd spent sucking his cock.

As one, gasping in panic, every last villain reached deep into their bag of tricks and hit their personal panic button. Reaching into his back pocket, the Geek pulled out a tiny round object and hurled it up at Supergirl's glowing goddess-like face, high above him. The little sphere shot up in front of the voluptuous blonde, and exploded - not into flame, but into a burst of light so bright it briefly overwhelmed even her wide blue Kryptonian orbs. Several flying heroines suddenly squealed out and clutched their gorgeous faces, as they were briefly blinded. The villains, their heads down and eyes searching the ground as they struggled to escape, were mostly unaffected.

Yelping in panic, the Warlock - his long saliva-glistening green member dangling between his legs, jerked to his feet and waved his mystic hands. "Eat this, sluts!" he declared. Immediately, four huge illusionary monsters - waving long tentacles and dangling huge alien cocks, burst from clouds of smoke throughout the auditorium. Several mighty heroines, who had been on the verge of seizing their whimpering fleeing long-dicked 'heroes' and hauling them back by the scruffs of their necks, whirled and gaped in shock. Then, shapely bodies settling down into a fighting crouch, they snarled as they turned and faced the greater 'threat' - briefly oblivious that the real villains, yelping in fear, were rapidly scampering away just behind their taut, round, jiggling naked bottoms.

Meanwhile, the mighty Bush Poacher, huge cock dangling between his legs, gasped as he found himself trapped between a half-dozen huge-breasted heroines... who, despite their nakedness and the fluids dripping from both ends, cracked their knuckles and leered at him eagerly.

But, thinking fast, with a quick yelp the devious poacher sent his fingers diving down into the pouch of his hunting vest, and came back up with a small cylindrical canister. "Enjoy this, ladies!" he laughed, and in a swooping circle, unleashed it in their faces.

The six heroines gasped, briefly. The settling spray, sinking onto their gorgeous silky curves, stung very briefly, and made their noses twitch. But then it seemed to have no other effect. Recovering from her brief fear, Jungle Babe's lips twisted up into a smirk.

"Sorry," she cooed, batting her lashes at the trapped big-dicked villain. Her hands, perched upon her swooping hips, quivered with glee. "You're little knockout spray had no... no... effec..." Her voice trailed off, as, with a slight gasp, she felt a strange tingle shoot up the curvy surface of her flat naked belly... starting from her bare blonde pussy.

"Your... your trick has failed," Lady Midnight purred, from behind him, trying to jump into the hole Jungle Babe's trailing voice had left. "Now come away to jail, and... and..." But her voice trailed away too into a deep gasp, as another tingle flowed up her dusky curves, all the way to the tips of her enormous, sloshing, shapely ebony breasts.

Slowly, panting hard for breath, the gorgeous naked heroines turned and looked into each other's faces. Three lovely pairs of eyes blinked deep into three other lovely pairs. They whimpered, and squirmed, their supple yet muscular bodies trembling, their huge breasts bouncing and jostling about upon their chests.

Then, with a deep collective moan, all six gave in. Hurtling bouncily towards one another, they wrapped their arms eagerly about each others' voluptuous curves. Luscious lips slamming together, each pairing enjoyed a deep, gasping, thrillingly forbidden lesbian kiss. Then, toppling over each other, their buxom bottoms and huge racks sliding and jiggling upon the filthy floor, they began hungrily making out with one another.

"Ha ha ha!" the Bush Poacher laughed. "That's what you thought, sluts!" he laughed. Then, discarding the empty can of his special Super-Musk (special Sapphic formula) behind him, he took a long-legged leap over squirming Lady Midnight's uplifted and wiggling dusky bottom - the tip of his long dick just brushing her sumptuous jiggling backside as it made its escape - and scampered hastily away - knowing full well that the condensed serum would wear off in thirty seconds, leaving behind some very confused, very aroused, and most likely very very pissed super-heroines.

Meanwhile, the Big Titty Tribunal, struggling and whimpering with effort, finally managed to peel their practically glued-on buxom bottoms off their seats. WIth a startled gasp, each busty heroine yelped as her voluptuous bottom slipped not just off her seat, but up and out it, her luscious buns popping up out of the deep square crevice into which they had sunk and holding that shape for a couple seconds before finally settling back into their usual gloriously rounded contours.

Whirling about, the five buxom and powerful heroines gaped down in stunned disbelief at the square openings in their chairs... the openings that, for hours, had lain just beneath their delicate, defenseless, and unsuspecting pussies. At last, driven forth by the stirring of their blood as they shot to their feet and the clearing of their heads from the swirling soup of hormones that had besieged them, with shuddering gasps all five began to feel the deep ache that filled every inch of their pussies, as the drugs began to clear. Reaching back, they clutched their stinging round bottoms in shock, and gaped downwards, jaws dropping.

For, from beneath the tell-tale trap-door holes in the chairs, two gremlins each gaped back up at them. Having been caught up in their work, all ten Gremlins had been caught with their mouths wide open, and their long tongues extending up through the holes. From the position of their tips, most had been at least three inches deep in the mighty heroine's drugged pussies, when they had lurched at last to their feet.

For a few seconds, the two sides gaped back and forth at each other, the heroines trembling in disbelief, the Gremlins stock still in shock... save for a little fearful quivering in their tongues.

It was Power Girl who broke the spell.

"How... how DARE you!" the almighty, huge-breasted blonde squealed. Her blue-gloved hands formed into clenched fists, which shivered with fury to either side of her exceptionally buxom and fertile, curvy hips.

But then a thump and squeal and an explosion of knockout gas amongst the struggling heroines and villains above them briefly distracted all five, their gorgeous faces darting upwards to gasp in shock.

"Run!" one Gremlin promptly squealed. Diving down, abandoning their fiendish toolkits, they wriggled back into the little tunnels from which they had emerged. Gasping, bellowing with rage, the Big Titty Tribunal promptly dove down after them. But they were just slightly too late. Unwilling for the moment to use their mighty powers to tear up their very own floor, the thwarted beauties were left with their huge tits rubbing hard into cold tile and their curvy yet taut backsides lifted high and wiggling in the air, as their gorgeous faces snarled up the dark tunnels yet watched, impotently, as the little crawling Gremlin feet and little dragging Gremlin dicks rapidly vanished into the darkness.

Up and down the massive auditorium, heroines yelped and cried out, or rubbed at their briefly blinded eyes and moaned, as the concentrated storm of two dozen villains' escape plans struck their jiggling forms all at once. A heroine who dodged one secret weapon most likely got hit full in her lovely gaping face by the next. Yelping with panic, the villains had little chance to enjoy their buxom foes' brief incapacitation - though more than a few, licking their lips and gaping down in awe at some heaving pile of briefly indisposed tits and ass, did just that - and beat a hasty retreat.

"Run away, run away!" the Geek squealed as he darted across the outer stairway, and slammed through an exit.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, FUCK! Let's get out of here!" the Aberration cried as, the sizzling remnant of Supergirl's eyebeam still rising smokily from his scorched penis, he too darted for the exit. The errant scrawl of the blonde Kryptonian's vengeance happened to have made a mark like a rudely scrawled heart on the side of his bloated green dong.

"Discretion is the better part of - oh, SHIT!" the Hung Judge gasped as, on the verge of making his escape, a glowing purple bubble suddenly erupted up around him.

"You!" the Invisible Woman hissed, standing tall a few steps above him. She had one hand extended out, and trembling, as she maintained her bubble of force. The other was clutched to her belly... which, once perfectly flat despite two previous pregnancies (a superhuman accomplishment of gym-work in itself) was just starting to swell with her third ill-gotten spawn.

Turning, the hugely-hung 'hero' gaped up at her in dismay.

"You..." the furious super-MILF hissed. "You... you LIED to me. You whispered sweet nothings to me. You told me of your great heroics. All... all LIES!"

Raising his hands, the great hung 'hero' trembled. "Baby," he said, gurgling in panic. "I... I can explain..."

"Explain this!" Mrs. Susan Storm hissed. Lifting her hand from where it cupped over her belly, she pointed at it in fury... her diamond wedding ring glimmering from her accusative finger.

The hooded 'hero' shrugged his shoulders.

"Hey, don't blame me for that," he said.  "You were the one who was cray-cray for another bay-bay."

This proved the wrong thing to see.  Sue's face quivered with rage.  Then her eyes seemed to catch with blue fire to match the red glow in Supergirl's.

"How... how DARE you?" she hissed. Her fingers trembled, preparing to squeeze down into a fist, and crush her offending and insolent baby-daddy into gooey paste.

But at that exact moment one of Warlock's two surviving illusionary monsters wheeled about and sent a huge cock-tipped tentacle hurtling towards her face. WIth a squeal, Sue whirled and, raising her hand, formed a protective purple shield over her jiggling vulnerable flesh - her other hand dropping right back onto her belly to protect the Hung Judge's precious payload. In the process, as she was distracted, the bubble surrounding him vanished. Not needing a second clue, the Judge promptly took off at a run.

"Th-thanks!" he yelped, as he found Warlock running along beside him.

"Don't mention it!" the green sorcerer said, using his long thin legs to sprint right on past him.

Taking advantage of the heroine's brief collective distractions, the exposed villains rapidly made for and dove through the various exits... running away with their long dicks flopping like tails between their legs. Scraping mucus off their gorgeous faces, or lifting their luscious lips from those of another heroine and gasping as musk cleared, or punching furiously into a huge mutant only to yelp as it vanished into a puff of mist, the gorgeous heroines gradually looked around and hissed with buxomly jiggling frustration as they realized they had been had.

In the deep bowels of the orbital base, the villains and a dozen Gremlins spilled down a dozen chutes into the L.O.V.E. escape pod.

"Get us the fuck out of here!" the Aberration said, as he strapped himself in.

"Roger, roger!" the Geek said, and hit a big red button.

A roar of explosive bolts firing briefly shook the pod. Through the steel walls, the gasping villains could almost hear the cries of frustration of a dozen heroines, as their quarry blasted free and escaped into space. Then weightlessness took over, as the villain-laden pod began its hurtling descent towards Earth. Designed to escape super-villain attack, a dozen special magic wards and technological stealth-fields installed by a half dozen heroines and 'heroes' promptly sprang up around it, and though the heroines might have eventually managed to defeat them one by one, they would not be able to do so until the villains were long gone, and safely escaped to Earth and their secretly selected crash site.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK!" the Leviathan howled, pounding his fists in frustration upon his knees. "We were this close! THIS CLOSE!" he said, holding up a finger and thumb a hair's breadth apart.

"Every last heroine!" the Gremlin King snarled, as his minions swarmed about him and tried but failed to console him. "They... they were all nearly ours! Their tits and pussies at our feet, daily! Forever!"

"But that arrogant dipshit got cocky!" the Warlock snarled. "And now we got nothing! Nothing!"

Beside him, the much larger green form of the Aberration raised an eyebrow, and crooked up his tusked lips into a smirk. "Well," the mighty villain purred, "I dunno about nothing. We did get our dicks wet!"

Slowly, around the circle of escaping villains, several more dejected villains' frowns turned themselves upside down.

"That's true," the Kop Killah purred, a huge smirk spreading across his dark lips. He closed his eyes, and sighed with pleasure. "That delicious blowjob from Rebel Belle is probably going down as the happiest hour of my life!" he chortled.

The announcement was met with chortles of agreement from several more leering villains. Even the Leviathan relaxed, and lifted his eyes skyward. "God DAMN!" he purred, smiling slyly at the memory. "What... what perfect cock-sucking sluts!"

More echoes of laughter greeted his comment, as virtually every villain licked their lips, remembering back to their long glorious tongue-swirling suck with glee.

"And that isn't the only thing we got away with," Kop Killah purred. Reaching back into his belt, he drew his hand back out... Rebel Belle's tiny, proud, Confederate-Flag-themed thong dangling, like a skimpy trophy, from his gloating dark fingers.

A rumble of dark chuckles ran about the pod. One by one, leering eagerly, villain after villain reached back into their most fiendish hiding places... and came back out bearing panty, after panty, after dangling heroine panty. Sneering, the snickering Gremlins reached down into little pouches, and revealed that the Big Titty Tribunal's costumes had not gone un-purloined as well. Soon Power Girl's immense empty boob-window dangled between the golden-female-symbol decorated thong of Got Gal and the skimpy fur panty of Jungle Babe, respectively. Upon the other side, from another clawed hand, a grinning Gremlin cackled as he waved She-Hulks skimpy purple-and-white leotard back and forth, flanked by the dainty bikinis of Aquagirl dangling from the Leviathan's finger on one side, and the Bat-Girl's purple-and-black bat-symbol-covered thong on the other. Looking around, the villains' laughter went up tenfold in force and ribaldry as they realized that their collective theft was virtually total; barely a single buxom heroine had managed to prevent them from absconding with her skimpy costume as they made their pell-mell escape.

"Well, boys," the Bush Poacher finally sneered, speaking for all, as he twirled Lady Midnight's little purple thong round and round his finger. "We may have been thwarted, and we may only 'just' have gotten our dicks sucked to show for it... but I tell you... once we dig up a new base, we are going to have one HELL of a trophy room!"

Cackling their agreement, the delighted villains all threw the stolen skimpy costumes into the air at once. Then, surrounded by a veritable sea of weightless, skimpily curved, and illicitly stolen super-panties, they roared with laughter as they rode their steel chariot back down to the waiting Earth, the vapors of retro-jets trailing behind them; looking just like an ill-planted spermatozoa making its way into some sort of much bigger round thing...

But as most of the villains rode away, cackling, with their ill-gotten loot - of both the fluid and fabric varieties - there was one and only one who failed to escape. Pounding away furiously into Wonder Woman, as he watched his exposed 'heroes' scream and flee in utter defeat before him, the mighty Lord Virtue had felt his enormous penis twitch and burn with a sudden unstoppable force. Unable to fight it, in an instant he had not wanted to. With a howling roar of bestial fury, he had gotten his final and sweetest revenge by pounding his gargantuan penis balls-deep inside Wonder Woman's helpless cavity and unleashing a massive gout of his potent seed up into her.

"ARRRGH!" he screamed, head rolling in fury upon his massive thwarted shoulders, as his long cock pulsed and twitched and spewed. "Take this you BIIIIITCH!" he cried.

"Oh.. .oh GODDESSS!" Wonder Woman squealed. And even though she beheld the final, if humiliating, triumph of her heroines, her jaw dropped and her eyes spread in cosmic horror as she felt, for the first time ever, the hot eruption of a man's potent seed into her fertile hips.

But, like Lord Virtue, she could not help herself. The feeling of his sticky semen spewing into her, and the furious twitching of his massive member, seized a hold of her pussy and blasted into it an utterly instinctive and submissive pleasure. And, even in her moment of triumph, as she felt his jism spew into her, Wonder Woman's eyes rolled back into her head and, shuddering and squealing loud enough to crack the Earth, she came.

“Oh, fuck!  Oh, FUCK!  OH FUUUUCK!” Lord Virtue screamed.  For a moment the entire world dissolved around him, as he experienced the explosive ecstasy that was cumming inside the Princess of the Amazons.  His massive penis pulsed again and again, each one delivering a massive blast of his jizm deep inside her sacred womb.  The Amazon’s screams of pleasure deafened him, and her huge buns rubbed violently up and down his abs as her impaled body squirmed wildly up against his.

At last, he came down from his peak.  “Oh… yessss…” he hissed.  His head clearing, he looked up.

He found the entire Big Titty Tribunal towering over him.  Their hands, formed into fists, were planted upon their buxom hips.  Their faces, turned down to look into his, were not amused.

Behind them, one by one, the shadowy wasp-waisted silhouette of one heroine after another slowly strutted up to hover behind their leaders.  A few of their eyes were still glowing white, or red, or pink, with their furious power.  As they realized that the rest of his cohorts had made their escape, the heroines of L.O.V.E. were gathering in a massive throng around the sole remaining vile and criminal penis-haver in their base.  And they were pissed.

“Oh…” Lord Virtue slowly said.  His giant penis, growing limp, twitched a few times inside Diana’s hot gooey cunt.  The mighty buxom Amazon, lying dazed and sweaty beneath him, was the only woman in the entire base whose gorgeous face was not currently fixed on his and glaring with offended fury.  “Fuck,” he said.

“No, thank you,” Power Girl said.  Her blue glove darting forward, she gave him a ferocious backhand across his masked cheek.

“Glurrg!” Lord Virtue groaned, his eyes going wide behind his steel mask, as his head was jerked to one side fast enough to rattle his dome.  He briefly became dazed.

“Seize him, girls!” Power Girl commanded, her hands returning to her buxom hips.

Eagerly, Miss Americana and She-Hulk stepped forward.  Lord Virtue struggled, briefly.  But against their combined strength it was hopeless.  He groaned, as they twisted his hands behind his back.  Then, they pulled him to his feet.

Beneath him, Wonder Woman let out a shocked gasp as his long limp penis finally pulled up and out of her pussy.  She wiggled, and sighed.  With a last gasp of effort she rolled over, onto her back, and lay amidst the sea of feet stretching all around her  But, though her eyes gaped up at over a dozen gorgeous superheroine faces turned down and looking at her in worry, she didn't seem to see any of them.  Her mighty legs lay spread wide, flat upon the stage, before hero and heroines alike.  In the wake of his inhumanly gigantic penis Wonder Woman’s pussy was left gaping wide open.  As both he and the gathered heroines watched, several squirts of his cum shot up out of her ravaged snatch to land in puddles upon the stage between her legs.  Then, from deep inside her ravaged crevice, a much larger and thicker flow of his potent cum welled up out of her deepest depths, ran down out of her pussy, and began to spread out beneath her giant floor-squished buns.

“Oh… oh my Goddess…” Mary Marvel whispered.  Her innocent eyes blinked wide, behind her dark semen-decorated hair, as she beheld what was left of their illustrious royal champion.

Beside her, across from her, and all around her, dozens of other heroines did likewise.  Their pretty eyes blinked wide, and their lovely lips trembled, as they looked down upon Wonder Woman’s sweaty, conquered body.  Even Power Girl was not immune.  She licked her lips, her blue eyes briefly spreading wide, as she stared at the waterfall of sticky cum flowing up and out of Diana’s cunt.  Then her eyes darted back up, she tossed her short blonde hair as if clearing her head, and she got back to business.

“Bind the prisoner,” she commanded, imperiously.

Recovering from his own dazed climax, and getting his bell rung by her fist, Lord Virtue thrashed and snarled.  But held firmly by Miss Americana and She-Hulk, he was going nowhere.  “You… you wouldn’t dare you… bitches!” he hissed.

Just a bit behind Power Girl, Supergirl smirked.  Having stripped off her top and handed her panties over to a villain who had since absconded with them, she was naked save for her boots… and quite happy to get her own back.  “Gladly,” she cooed.  Soaring up briefly, she darted down and seized up Diana’s lasso from where it lay half-forgotten beside her podium.  Swooping back up, she alighted moments later behind Lord Virtue’s struggling form.  Smirking, Miss Americana and She Hulk helpfully held his wrists crossed.  Strutting up behind him, Supergirl leaned down and – her naked breasts bouncing a few times against his muscular back in a way she didn’t seem in the mood to bother preventing – jerked the lasso tight around his wrists.

“Oh… oh you SLUTS!” Lord Virtue howled, as he was rendered metaphorically impotent by their bondage.  But all his last struggles managed to accomplish was to make his long, limp, naked monster sway back and forth wildly before the assembled throng of heroines.

Power Girl smirked, and managed, mostly, to keep her eyes off of his long and fleshy purple pendulum.  “Good, girls,” she said.  “Now… strip him!” she cooed.

Lord Virtue gaped at her in disbelief – as, leaning in eagerly from all around him, a half-dozen vengeful heroines took a firm grip upon his sweaty spandex suit.  “You… you wouldn’t…” he said to her, stunned.  “The… the chairwoman of the Tribunal cannot give such an order to a prisoner…”

Power Girl arched an eyebrow, and smiled at him.  “I’m not a member of the Tribunal,” she said.  “There is no Tribunal anymore… remember?”

“You dissolved us,” Miss Americana reminded him, her luscious lips cooing into his ear.

"So, it is not a command, but just my personal suggestion," Power Girl cooed, smirking.  "And I am entitled to make whatever personal suggestion I like.  Now... girls?"

“Oh…” Lord Virtue said.  His eyes briefly rolled up, as he tried to run the logical pathways through his head and figure out in exactly what rule state his half-interrupted plan had left the lasso-bound ladies’ lovely heads.  His theory-crafting was interrupted as half a dozen long-nailed female hands reached out and, shivering eagerly, took a hold upon various parts of his spandex costume.

“Hey!” Lord Virtue yelped, gaping down at their hands in shock.  “You.. you can’t DO THIIS!”  His deep voice went up into a startled yelp as, with an eager hiss, the super-ladies tore his clothes off.  Shredded remnants of his skintight suit, his ripped-off belt, and his overloaded super-briefs floated down to collect around his feet… and to drape across the spread and shivering boots of Wonder Woman, who still lay flat on her back before him.  In seconds the mighty muscular male was left trapped before the throng of offended women clad in nothing but his boots, his gloves, and his mask.

Power Girl licked her lips, and let her eyes briefly dart down and then back up.  She took a special admiration of the mammoth and now limp and tired flesh-tube that swayed heavily back and forth before her.  Then her eyes went back up to his face.  “Don’t just stop there girls,” she said.  “Get his mask too!”

“You… you wouldn’t!” Lord Virtue said.  But even as he shouted, impotently, the slender hands of no less than four eager beauties had already seized hold of his trademark helmet, and were in the process of pulling it up and off of him.  “NOOO!” he bellowed, as it lifted up over his face… moments before it popped off.  The ladies hoisted his helmet away… revealing an ugly purple face that was all too familiar to them.

A gasp, and rustling whispers of shock, ran through the assembled, naked super-beauties.  Several of them lifted gloved hands up to their still-semen-stained lips, and blinked their pretty eyes in shock.  Power Girl, upon her only sweaty face, merely let the smirk upon her full red lips grow broader, as she smiled in recognition.

“Lord Vile,” she said, nodding in recognition.  Another gasp ran through the assembled, curvaceous champions behind her, at the mere mention of the name.  “I suspected as much.”

“You… you have me,” the wicked villain snarled.  He struggled in the grip of the half-dozen heroines holding him… accomplishing nothing but to make his long limp cock sway dramatically back and forth, between his muscular naked thighs.  “What are you going to do with me now, heroine?” the dark mastermind demanded.

Power Girl smiled.  Reaching out, she stroked a single finger idly back and forth across his massive chest, like a wealthy heiress taking stock of her pool boy before luring him up to her bed.

“In case you did not notice,” Power Girl purred, “we are now bound to serve utterly, hand and foot, at the feet of any male who joins this team.  Do you know what that means, Lord Vile?”

Staring at her intruding finger, the dumbfounded villain shook his head.  “No…” he said.

“It means,” Power Girl said, “that if we ever let a single male onto this team, ever again… we will all instantly become his absolute and adoring slaves.”

A gasp of shock and dismay ran through the assembled beauties gathered behind her, as they followed her chain of logic and realized she was right.  Several shivering beauties lifted gloved hands up and caressed them, in tender dismay, up and down their sleek naked bellies, as they contemplated in horror what this meant.  A few others squirmed… their pretty eyes suddenly seeming to grow distant, as they imagined the consequences playing out with one particular hero or another.

"Un... under the circumstances," Zatanna whispered, her mystic eyes fluttering in horror, "we c-cannot risk even letting one come aboard, ever again.  Save... of course... for the ones we have already safely expelled..."

Her voice trailed off, and she squirmed, as she followed this chain of logic.  A trickle of moisture ran out of her naked cunt, and down her thigh.

Power Girl nodded her agreement, with the direction of her colleague's incomplete train of thought.

“And since you dissolved the Tribunal, permanently,” She Hulk added, “it is impossible for us to change our laws ever again.

“Do you understand what that means?” Power Girl asked.

Slowly, the exposed Lord Vile shook his unmasked head no.  Despite the diabolical intellect with which he had tricked and destroyed Wonder Woman’s inferior brain, he was having some difficulty focusing his thoughts… what with the post-coital bliss still soaring through his flesh, and the Amazon’s gooey juices still cooling on his naked cock.  “No…” he said slowly.

Realizing where Power Girl was going with this, She-Ra and Ms. Americana both smirked.

"Well, you will soon enough," She-Ra cooed.  Americana nodded her agreement.

Power Girl smirked.  “Okay, that's enough ogling," she said.  "Take him away, girls,” she said.  “This one is our prisoner… and we’re never letting him out!”

Still not sure what to think of his rapidly changing situation, Lord Vile's mouth hung open and quivered.  Then he swallowed.

"N-now see here, ladies," he said.  "You... you cannot do this!  F-for one, it is a violation of the long-held tradition that..."

Standing to one side, Ms. Americana shook her head and scowled in frustration.

"Jesus fucking Christ," she said.  "All those arguments - and this fucker still wants to talk?"

"Yeah," She Hulk said.  She stood upon his other side, streamers of her own juices still running down the insides of her long, powerful green legs.  "What the fuck is it with men, anyways - just always having to run their mouths?"  She mimed a pair of useless flapping lips with one hand, and rolled her eyes.

"Can't someone shut him up somehow?" She-Ra complained.

"Sure," Zatanna purred, smirking.  Rather than using her own powers, she reached down and snatched up Wonder Woman panties - these being, based on the almost universally naked bodies surrounding him, one of the very few pairs the so-called 'heroes' had not absconded with during their escape.  Reaching up, she held them up before Lord Vile's mouth.

The villain stared at them in shock.

"Now... now just wait a minute..." he said.  "C-can't we talk about this?"

"No," Zatanna said, and shoved them through his lips.

Mouth now wadded up with a thick bundle of panty, Lord Vile moaned.  But, unable to say anything, he groaned.

Hands on her incredibly buxom bare hips, Power Girl nodded.

"Take him away," she directed.

Whooping the girls did so.

Some months later...

"I say..." Lady Thunder said, as she stood on the threshold of the base.  "I'm quite excited to join your team."

A statuesque blonde, Lady Thunder stood tall.  A newly-emerged superheroine, her outfit - matching her secret identity - could be summed up as 'superheroine crossed with motorcycle cop'.  Skintight leather coated her from head to toe, seemingly painted to her voluptuous yet muscular flesh.  She had a belt cinched tight to her waist, and a helmet over her head, from which just a few wisps of golden hair emerged.

"It really is all and only women?" she asked.  "No men allowed?"

Before her, Power Girl and She-Hulk stood proudly, and nodded.

The room they stood in was the main transit room too and from L.O.V.E.'s orbital headquarters, and the Earth - formally, the 'threshold' of the base, before entering it proper.  In addition to a few teleporter pads, including the one Lady Thunder had just appeared from, there were several heavy steel doors heading deeper into the base.

"No men," Power Girl affirmed.

"Ever," She-Hulk added.

Lady Thunder bit her lip, considering.  "Well, it is going to be a big change," she admitted.  "But I think it is for the best.  Let's face it.  No matter how many times they insist otherwise, superheroes are only ever after one thing."

Her extremely taut yet well-rounded bottom swayed back and forth repeatedly, as if with memories of how many times she had caught her former caped team-mates gazing upon it.

Power Girl and Shulkie exchanged glances.

"You have no idea how right you are," She Hulk affirmed.

Power Girl simply nodded.

"So are you ready to join?" she asked.

Lady Thunder bit her lip, and momentarily seemed lost in thought - as if considering the bonuses and penalties.  But then, she nodded her helmeted head, emphatically.

"I think so," she said.  "So where do I sign-"

But suddenly She Hulk held up a green hand.

"Not so fast," she said.  "Before we go any further, there are a few details of our team that we don't tend to share with outsiders until they reach this stage - but which we should probably discuss."

Lady Thunder looked briefly taken aback - like someone who was about to order a cookie from a bakery only to be told she is actually in a burger joint.

"L-like what?" she asked, nervously.

Before either senior heroine could answer, the steel door to one side - and to Lady Thunder's shock two -naked young heroines suddenly strutted out.  Though they lacked almost every scrap of their traditional costumes, their physiques and masks made them easy enough to identify as blue-skinned Namorita on the left, and pale red-headed Alpha Girl on the other.

Chatting animatedly - about whichever young heroes they currently had eating out of the palms of their hands, if the scraps that could be overheard were any indication - the two nude and voluptuous young beauties made straight for the teleporters.  Lady Thunder's jaw dropped, staring.

"Ahem," Power Girl said, clearing her throat.

"And where do young ladies think you're going?" She Hulk asked.

Heads darting up, the two naked heroines gasped - as if seeing the wall of their elders for the first time.  Then, they pointed at the waiting teleporter.

"We're going down to the surface," Namorita said.

"We're going to meet up with a couple heroes and go on a double d-... patrol," Alpha Girl said.

"Dressed like that?" Power Girl asked.

The two heroines looked down, and then gasped.

"Sorry," Namorita said, blushing.

"We just get so used to it, we forgot..." Alpha Girl explained, squirming.

She Hulk shook her head.  "It's okay - just be more careful next time," she said.

The two young heroines turned around and went back into the base.  As the doors opened up, Lady Thunder was given a brief glimpse into her potential future home.  Her jaw dropped for, as the two naked young heroines sauntered back through the door, she saw several more adult heroines sauntering through the halls beyond them; all of them, clad in at most boots, gloves, and a mask, otherwise just as naked as the two teens.

"What... what in the..." Lady Thunder gasped, staring - her own sleek busty body shivering within its skin-tight casing.

Following her gaze, Power Girl shook her head.

"Yes, that is one of the little details we were referring to..." she said.

"We'll get into it soon enough," She Hulk said.  "But to be clear - if you decide to change your decision, we understand.  But, we ask you not share any of these secrets with outsiders - ever.  In fact, we will ask you to swear as much, with magic enforcement.  After all, the heroes whisper enough lurid rumors about us as it is... without getting any confirmation."

The door slid closed automatically, finally removing the numerous strutting and universally naked superheroines from Lady Thunder's view.  The new candidate swallowed, and then slowly nodded her helmeted head.

"I understand that part," she said.  "But... what is going on?"

Power Girl and She Hulk exchanged a glance.

"Follow us," they said.

Turning, they led her over to another large steel door, at the far corner of the room.  It slid aside, and Lady Thunder followed them into it.  Within, she stopped and stared, as the door closed behind them.

Before her stood a row of artificial, faceless, but very obviously male figures.  Broad shouldered, they had hands held out - as if demanding tribute from her.

"One of the rules of our base," Power Girl said, standing to one side, her buxom body wiggling nervously back and forth as she was forced to explain, "is that on entering, every heroine must remove her costume - especially her bra and panties - and hand them over.  Only then will you be permitted to enter the base proper."

Lady Thunder swallowed, staring.

"But... why?" she asked, her face shocked.

Power Girl and She Hulk exchanged a glance.

"It is a reminder," She Hulk lied, "of why it is we chose to abandon our old, bad team-mates."

"Ah," Lady Thunder said.  She bit her lip, considering.  "Well... okay then..." she said.

"Do you wear underwear beneath that?" Power Girl asked, curiously, her eyes sweeping up and down her.  Although seemingly skintight, Lady Thunder's tight outfit wasn't providing any clues.

Lady Thunder herself blushed, and then nodded.

"I do," she said.  "A bra, and a... a thong..."

"They'll have to come off," She Hulk said.  "And everything over them."

Lady Thunder took a deep breath, then nodded again.  "Understood," she said.

With that, she began stripping.  Joining in, Power Girl and She Hulk did the same, beside her.

It was clear that Lady Thunder, in her police-girl alter-ego, was quite used to undressing alongside her female comrades, in their shared locker rooms.  But somehow, with the faceless male figures looking on, she seemed to blush and look away shyly as she started to unzip.  Peeling out of her bodysuit, she pulled it down.  It proved to have zip-off releases that allowed her to completely remove it, without taking off her heavy motorcycle boots.

Soon, having completely removed her outer layer Lady Thunder stood, looking much more like a traditional superheroine, in heavy boots, fingerless gloves, a huge-cupped yet skimpy bra, and a thong panty.  But unlike those of most superheroines her exposed bra and panties were clearly actually underwear, made of comfortable cotton, with thick elastic bands that bore the name 'Lady Thunder' over and over in all capital letters.

Having started with a lot less, Power Girl and She Hulk already stood to one side, each with her own skimpy leotard dangling from her fingers.

"Those have to come off too," She Hulk reminded her.

Lady Thunder looked down,and squirmed.  "Really?" she asked.

"Really," Power Girl said firmly - her own boob-windowed costume dangling down, beside her gigantic jiggling rack, and past her now naked and drooling pussy.

"Oh... alright," she said.

Reaching back, she undid her bra.  She shrugged out of it, letting her large breasts jiggle free.  Then she bent over, her heavy breasts swaying beneath her, and her hands went to her panties.  Peeling them up and over her buxom hips, she brought them down her long legs.  With some difficulty, she worked them over her big, clunky motorcycle boots.  Then at last, the little thong slipped free.  She stood back up, holding them.

The three heroines looked back and forth.  Then, as one, they bent over - and delivered their costumes into the outstretched hands of the silent waiting figures.  Lady Thunder watched the other two carefully, following their lead.  Then she stepped back with a gasp, her naked ass jiggling, as the fingers closed.

"How do you feel?" Power Girl asked curiously.

Lady Thunder squirmed back and forth, staring.  Then she licked her lips.

"Actually... it feels kind of liberating," she said.  She wiggled her voluptuous bottom back and forth, and savored the flow of cool air across her silky flesh.

Power Girl and She Hulk exchanged a glance, and then shrugged.

"Yes... we, we find that as well..." She Hulk said.

"With that done, we may enter," the naked Power Girl said.

Passing through another door, they headed out into the base.  Lady Thunder was briefly distracted gawking as other naked heroines swept by.  An impressively well-endowed woman in most company, she could not help but feel slightly inadequate at some of the monstrous hooters that jiggled past - not least the titanic pair sloshing beside her, upon Power Girl's chest.

"Within our base, all heroines remain nude, until a need to go back outside is needed," Power Girl said, strutting along.  "It's one of our rules."

"I... I see..." Lady Thunder said.  "And, uh, how did these rules come to be?"

Power Girl licked her lips.  "N-never you mind that," she said.

"Are there any more rules?" Lady Thunder asked, shivering.

"Yes," Power Girl admitted.  "Several.  For instance..."

"Oh, my Goddess!" Lady Thunder gasped.

Skidding to a halt, she turned her head and stared.  Once more they had passed an open door.  Within there lay another row of male mannequins stood, about a dozen in all - though these were even more obviously male than the last set, with a gigantic artificial penis sprouting up from their plastic nethers.  And at the feet of each knelt a naked heroine - sucking that statue's dick.

Lady Thunder stared in shock, her eyes darting from one to another.  Some of the kneeling beauties were lapping their tongues worshipfully up and down their statue's chosen cock, others had their lips wrapped around them and were struggling to take it deep - and still others were swallowing their assigned shaft effortlessly.  Several of them had their hands shackled behind them, and were performatively pulling uselessly at their bonds and whimpering - as they continued to suck and suck.

Along the row, Zatanna strutted along - clad in little but her gloves and top-hat - and stopped every once in a while, to administer advice.

"That's good," she said to Mary Marvel, who was stroking her tongue up and down her statue's long and artificially veiny shaft.  "Now work the tip a bit."

The fresh-faced young heroine sighed softly - and then nodded.  Transferring her lips out to the tip, she began to slurp on it in turn.

Apparently, there was some sort of sensor built into the false phalluses.  For a little ways down - just next to the door Lady Thunder was staring through - another one started buzzing loudly.  This one had the honor to be between the lips of the busty super-sidekick Terra.  Gasping, Terra pulled back - just in time to get a splattering spray of presumably fake, but quite realistic-looking, semen all over her face.

Hustling over, Zatanna reached down and stroked the back of her head.

"That was very good," she said.  "But, if you had gotten him down deeper, he probably would have come even faster."

Gasping, the kneeling heroine blinked through a splattering of pearly slime covering her features, and then slowly nodded.

"I'll do better next time," she said.  She gave another tug at her wrists, which were shackled above her rotund ass, then turned her dripping face up.  "Can you unchain me?" she asked.

"Of course," Zatanna cooed, and with a wave of her hand and a whispered spell, did the deed.

Staring through the doorway, Lady Thunder licked her lips and then shook her head.

"What... what is happening?!" she moaned, softly.

"Ah," Power Girl said.  Standing to one side of her, she had the decency to blush slightly.  "This is another of our... rituals..."

"Rituals?" Lady Thunder gasped.

"Yes," Power Girl said.  "While removing our clothes at the entrance reminds us of, uh, the closeness of our bonds to one another; this motivates us to, er…”

“To… to fight harder against the evil villains... less we suffer the same fate," She Hulk quickly finished.

"I... I see..." Lady Thunder said.  She licked her lips, and then took a deep breath, making her large naked breasts shake upon her chest - as she continued to watch.  "And... and how often do you perform this ritual?  Once... once a month?  Once a year?"

"Three times a day," Power Girl said.

Lady Thunder's eyes went wide.  "Th-three times a day!" she gasped, shocked.

Within the room, Zatanna looked up and gave them a sharp look.  Raising her finger to her lips, she pressed it vertically into it - reminding them to be silent, while other heroines were sucking.

Power Girl blushed, and then nodded.  'Sorry' she mouthed silently with her lips.  Stepping forward, she pressed the button to close it.  Lady Thunder stared through the door, it had slid in all the way and sealed in front of her.  Then she continued to stare at it, as if still engrossed by the visions in her head.

"You, uh... you get used to it," Power Girl said.

She Hulk nodded.

"I didn't think I would like it at first," she said.  "But, I actually really like it now.  I almost look forward to it, every day... the feeling of that big thick shaft going down my throat."

Realizing she might be over-sharing, the busty green heroine let her voice trailed off.  Lady Thunder continued to stare forward, silently.  Power Girl and She Hulk exchanged a concerned glance.

They resumed walking down the corridor, deeper into the base, with Power Girl and She Hulk strutting to either side of their unspeaking new recruit.  They passed a few naked heroines, hustling past the other way.

"So... so are there any other surprises?" Lady Thunder asked, at last.

"N-nothing mandatory," Power Girl swiftly assured her.  Her buxom hips wiggled back and forth, in mid-step.

"So just the nudity and... and the dick sucking..." Lady Thunder said.

"Does this change your decision?" She Hulk asked.

Lady Thunder paused.  She bit her lip and looked around, as if worried who might overhear, then turned back to them.

"Actually," she said, "I... I think this makes me want to join even more.  Is... is that odd?"  A slight blush spread across her cheeks, and her buxom bare hips wiggled back and forth at the admission.

Power Girl and She Hulk shook their heads.  "No, we find it is very common," she said.

"Do you have any other questions?" She Hulk asked.

Lady Thunder considered a moment, and then nodded.

"So, I understand I'm not allowed to bring men into the base - ever," she said.  "But, forgive me for asking, other than that..."  She pointed back down the hallway, towards the ritual dick-sucking room.  "What... what do you ladies do to tamp down the urges, you know... down there?"

Before the two heroines could answer, a door behind them started to slide open.  With a sudden, horrified gasp, Power Girl realized which door it was.  She nudged She Hulk.  Simultaneously, the two heroines stepped forward and then turned to face their newest recruit - keeping her attention on them, so that she could not see what was going on in the suddenly exposed room directly behind her.

"Well, um... that... that is a very personal question..." She Hulk quickly said, her enormous green rack still only gradually settling back down after her hasty side-step.

"Yes, I... I think each of us deals with that in her own way," Power Girl said, her own gigantic bare hooters doing likewise.

In the newly opened door behind Lady Thunder, Miss Americana stuck her head out.  Her jaw dropped in shock, as she saw who was outside.  Hands on her hips, Power Girl shot her a dirty look.  Abashed, the masked but otherwise naked brunette swiftly withdrew back behind the edge of the door, before she was seen.

"So?" She Hulk asked.

Lady Thunder thought for a moment, and then slowly nodded.

"Yes," she said.  She took a deep breath, and then stood taller - gaining confidence in her decision by the second.  "Yes, let's do this!"

She Hulk let out a soft breath, and smiled.

"Come with me, and we'll complete your oaths," She Hulk said to their newest confirmed and curvaceous recruit.

"You go on without me," Power Girl said, "I have... a couple things here I need to take care of."

She Hulk rolled her eyes.  "Of course you do..." she said.

Not picking up on this, Lady Thunder just smiled, and nodded.

"Bye," she said, waving.

Accompanied by She Hulk, Lady Thunder strutted on down the corridor.  Power Girl waited until their enormous rounded buttocks, swaying back and forth side by side, had receded several meters away.  Already the two had put their heads together, and were locked in intimate conversation - fresh with the excitement of having just become new teammates.

Power Girl let out a sigh of relief.  Then, at last, she turned to the still open door.  Miss Americana appeared in it and looked bashful.

"I'm sorry," the Queen of Justice said.

"You should be!" Power Girl snapped.   Hands on her buxom hips, she shook her short-haired back and forth in disgust.  "Always check before opening, if a new recruit is touring.  You know that!  I mean, you're a member of the Tribunal for goddess's sake!"

"I know..." Miss Americana said.  "I was just, well... you know how it is."  She took a deep breath.  Folding her hands behind her rotund naked buns, she bowed her head penitently.  "It won't let it happen again."

"Good," Power Girl said.  Her buxom hips wiggled back and forth, and she took a deep breath.  Suddenly, it was her turn to blush.

"Now... now get out of the way," she said.  "Showing a new one what we have to do always... puts me in a certain mood, if you know what I mean."  She licked her lips, and sighed.  "E-especially when she accepts anyways, the dirty slut..." she added softly.

Miss Americana's penitent expression vanished, to be replaced by a wry and knowing smile.

"I understand," she cooed.

She stepped aside.  Power Girl stepped through the door.  Then she turned and watched.  The normal confident swagger in her gait mysteriously completely absent, Miss Americana waddled through the door.  As Power Girl watched, she lifted a hand up to her head and held it, as if trying to keep it from spinning - as, her long legs still stumbling and her buxom body swaying awkwardly, the brunette continued on her way back towards her corridors.

Power Girl licked her lips, and sighed.  Then, at last, she turned - and a broad smile spread across her lips.

"How's our very special guest doing?" she asked.

"Busy as usual," She Ra said.  Lounging back, clad only in her trademark crown, the blonde princess sat on a convenient couch and looked very tired.  Between her legs, beneath her trim naturally blonde bush, a streamer of some pearly goo leaked out of her naked pussy.

Power Girl nodded.  Then she proceeded forward, through a second inner door - this one through a double-paned transparent-steel wall.  The moment she opened the door, an explosion of noise rushed out past her - loud squeals and moans and thick wet heavy slurps.

Within the chamber, upon a long bed, the enormous purple form of Lord Vile was strapped down.  His feet and wrists were manacled heavily.  Perched atop him, her pussy enveloping his mammoth penis, was Supergirl.  The moans and squeals were entirely coming from her blonde head as, rocking her head back and forth, she arched her curvy back and screamed.  The wet slurps, meanwhile, came from her buxom hips as, with her sleek superhuman muscles, she propelled her massively-filled vagina at almost impossible speeds up and down the villain's massive twitching shaft.

To one side was a dispenser for size XXXL condoms, and next to that, a waste bin to discard the into.  Based on the number of extremely full colorful balloons piled into the bin, Vile had already had nearly a dozen customers already, each of them getting a very healthy discharge out of him.  And that was not even considering the fact that many heroines spurned such merely mortal protections, preferring the thrill and feel of his raw hardness inside them; as, for example, Supergirl was enjoying right then.

As Power Girl stood at the base of the bed and watched, with one last loud shriek, Supergirl slammed her hips home down onto Lord Vile, embedding him into her up to the base - and then shivered and moaned as he came.  Her voluptuous body trembled atop him, letting out gasps - as his thick shaft pulsed obscenely between her wide-spread pussy lips, an audible 'splort!' accompanying every new discharge his mammoth balls delivered into her.

Supergirl sighed, and licked her lips.

"Ooooh..." she said.  Reaching up, she rubbed a hand at her sweaty blonde head.  "Toys are nice and all... but sometimes there just isn't a substitute for the real thing."

Then, with a sigh, she lifted up.  Not with her muscles, but with her Kryptonian powers.  She let out a little moan as Vile's penis slid out of her.  Then she slowly settled back to the floor.

"Oh!" she gasped, as she saw Power Girl.  She licked her lips and then, taking a deep breath, she seemed to center herself.

"Kara," she said, nodding.

"Kara," Power Girl replied, nodding back.

The two colleagues passed each other; Supergirl stumbling off to get some rest after her brief but intense recreation, while Power Girl strutted forward and stood over their prisoner.  Putting her hands on her hips she looked down, and smiled.

"Ready?" she asked him.

Looking up at her, Lord Vile groaned.  "Oh, my God..." he said, as he studied her superhumanly shapely and spectacularly buxom form.  At one time the idea of nailing the bejeezus out of Power Girl's stunning physique would have filled him with lustful glee.  But now, he knew from many and repeated experience just how hungry and demanding those immaculate curves were - even by the very elevated standards of her peers.

"C-can I just rest a bit?" he asked her.

She clucked her tongue, and shook her head.

"Now, what kind of attitude is that?' she asked him.  "You're a supervillain.  Shouldn't you rise to any challenge?"

Reaching out she stroked a finger teasingly up and down his big, limp, gooey penis.

"Oh, God..." Vile groaned.

"Don't be like that.  Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked him.  Her smile broadened, as her finger swirled in ever-widening circles upon his immense twitching penis.  "An entire satellite full of the most beautiful women in the universe.  All of them naked.  All of them without a single penis to hop on within a thousand miles - except yours.  Isn't that what you always dreamed of?"

"Oh... fuck..." Vile groaned.  Despite himself his penis was starting to respond to her caresses.  He shook his head.  "I... I take it back.  I take it all back!"

"Too late," Power Girl cooed.  Her fingertip rose up to caress the edges of his cock-head, teasing along the crest of his glans.  "What's done is done.  Sealed in stone.  Or rather, gold.  Speaking of... shouldn't this thing be getting hard by now?!"

Tired of having to do the work, Power Girl stepped back.

"Diana!" she snapped.

"Oh!" Wonder Woman gasped.

Throughout the previous exchange the Princess of the Amazons had knelt quietly to one side, a demure and somewhat befuddled expression upon her face; wearing her bracelets, her crown, and very little else.

She was, along with her former opponent strapped to the bed beside her, one of the great casualties of the momentous debate.  Although her public reputation remained unchanged, her crushing failure in contest after contest with Vile had completely destroyed her standing amongst her colleagues - and her arrogant spirit as well.  Plus, given the small but steady swell that was appearing in her once immaculate belly, she didn’t get out of the base much anymore, anyways.  But that didn’t mean she could not serve other functions, for her less impaired sisters.

Staring down at her failed Advocate, Power Girl shook her head.

"Get those lips back to what they're good for," she directed.

"Oh!" Wonder Woman gasped.  "Of... of course!"

Lifting up on her haunches, Diana brought her head near to Vile's genitals.  Settling down upon them, they began to lap and slurp.  And, while it had failed utterly in almost every way during her great debate, Wonder Woman's mouth had proved naturally talented at one thing.  In seconds despite his exhaustion Vile gasped with pleasure - and his flaccid member began to pulse steadily and grow once more.

Power Girl cooed approvingly at the sight.  But, she was not by nature a patient woman.  So, coming around, she positioned her buxom hips directly over his head.

"Open up," she advised him.

Lord Vile gasped, and stared up between her mighty thighs at her pussy, in shock.

"N-now see here," he said.  "I was not done registering my complaint.  Since you are now the de-facto leader of this time, I must propound that it is inhuman to expect me to..."

"Don't care," Power Girl said, and dropping her hips down, plunked her waiting vagina directly onto his mouth.

Not quite getting the message, Vile continued to try to object - his voice coming in a series of muffled warbles, as his tongue was already trapped by the invulnerable lips of her vulva.

Power Girl sighed.  Tilting her head forward, she looked down her body and glared.

"No more of that," she advised the well-hung male trying to pontificate to the inside of her pussy.  "Get with the program."

Bringing her mighty thighs together, she pressed them threateningly to the sides of his head.

“Or I squish your head like a grape,” she added.  “I’m pretty sure we could rig up a spell to make sure the one part of you actually worth keeping still kept functioning, head or no head.”

Vile groaned.  And then, with a shiver, he gave in.  Lifting his head up, he began to obediently stroke his tongue delicately around Power Girl's clitoris.

"Oooh," the ultra-buxom heroine cooed.  Looking down, she smiled.  Behind her, Wonder Woman's tongue was steadily getting Vile's gigantic penis closer and closer to being ready for her - but it would still be some time enjoying his tongue before she got to enjoy that.  Meanwhile, the steady slurping sounds of both former Advocates working diligently filled the air.  Gazing down happily, Power Girl smiled.

"Good, good," she purred.  "For the record, this is the only sound I want to hear from either of you, ever again!"  Then, cramming her buxom hips down on Vile's face, she sighed - and let the stresses of being de-facto leader of her new and steadily expanding team get massaged out of her by his diligent and eloquent tongue.

THE END