Wonder Woman:  the Great Debate - Chapter 4

The Great Striptease

Our Story Thus Far: the League of Virtue and Equality, a newly formed team unifying numerous superheroines and superheroes, has convened its first Trial of Grievances to settle issues between the two groups.  In her second attempt to enforce a Grievance, after a rash of thefts of superheroine panties, Wonder Woman demanded a policy of heroes never being allowed to possess their counterparts' costumes.  Unfortunately she was out maneuvered and now the opposite will be true:  upon entering the base every heroine must strip and hand over her costume for safekeeping to a responsible hero.  Will our heroines obey this ruling or will they rebel?  Let's find out!

Chaos once more erupted.  Wonder Woman’s jaw dropped, and she gaped in disbelief.  

“You… you cannot be serious!” she moaned, trembling behind her own podium. “You… you expect me to conduct the rest of this debate… naked?!”

Her chin lifted high, her eyes flashing with fury.

“That… that is beneath my dignity as an Amazon Princess!” she declared, her voluptuous body quivering in fury at the very idea.

Sensing that the mood in the room was close to mutiny, Lord Virtue demurred, raising a hand. “Of course not,” he purred.

Though they had all sworn on Wonder Woman’s own lasso to obey the decisions of the Tribunal, he knew if he pushed too far there were still ways the heroines could wiggle out of the trap – such as closing the Tribunal and then starting another to undo the first – and he did not want that happening now.

“As a personal courtesy to you, and to those ladies outside trapped in their seats I, as the victorious Advocate, grant a deferment of part of the judgment. You may keep on your panties… but everything else must be handed over.”

Wonder Woman gasped in shock. Her voluptuous star-spangled bottom, granted at least a slight reprieve, wiggled in agitation… and, perhaps, a tiny bit of aroused disappointment. “But…” she gasped.

But Lord Virtue cut her off, before she could begin. “Do not object, Wonder Woman,” he warned her, his deep voice rumbling. “Or I will reject my magnanimous offer, and you will be naked.”

Wonder Woman gaped back at him, shocked. Then, her face twisting into a snarl, she folded her arms beneath her massive breasts and looked away, petulantly, at the wall. “Fine…” she hissed, through trembling lips.

“But,” Lord Virtue continued, his booming voice once more cutting through the beginnings of shocked whispers from the partially-reprieved heroines, “there is one exception.” He pointed an accusative finger down at the five heroines who sat, gaping up in surprise, huge boobies jiggling and jostling in their straining tops, in judgment before him. “You five,” he said down to the Big Titty Tribunal, “who deign to pass judgment – you do not receive my Advocate’s indulgence,” he said. “As those who have set themselves up to rule over my men, without one of us on your council, I permit you to keep your costumes, and not to hand them over to a more suitable custodian just yet… but I want them on the floor. Now.”

The five jiggling judges gaped up at him in disbelief, jaws nearly on the top of their mahogany table. At the lack of immediate compliance with their own decision, Lord Virtue’s face darkened behind his mask. “I said NOW!” he thundered, his voice cracking like a whip. “Do you airheads disregard even your own word?!”

The five buxom judges gasped. And, as one, as if that verbal whip had just laid a welt across each of their jutting, rounded, and scantily-clad buttocks, they shot, trembling to their feet and stood before him. Chief Justice Power Girl’s gorgeous face quivered… and then, her chin lifting high, returned to him an imperious glare.

“V-very well,” she said. And, lifting her gloved hands up to the neck of her straining cleavage-displaying costume she began, slowly and pneumatically, to strip. To either side of her, their noble faces also lifting high and glaring, the other four gigantic-jugged judges did likewise.

To one side, Wonder Woman reacted with surprise to his harsh approach to their superiors. Then, her lips twisted up into a wry smirk. ‘Don’t antagonize the judges, idiot!’ she thought. ‘If anything… you should have let them keep them on!’

But as she smirked, and wiggled with glee at her enemy’s apparent mistake, Wonder Woman was forgetting a couple of things. First that, as with picking up hot babes in a club, establishing a norm of compliance early on might be a useful tactic to use upon one’s own nominal superior. Second that, even for and perhaps especially for exceptionally powerful women, finding themselves sitting naked before an elevated and imposing male might inspire, rather than defiance, instead certain warm and gooey feelings that just encouraged them to do as he said…

Meanwhile, as the glaring and buxom judges began to strip before his feet, Lord Virtue looked up to take in the entire rest of his squirming, gaping, shapely audience. “Ladies,” he intoned, threateningly, sweeping his pimp hand out across them.

Squirming in their seats, the judged heroines gaped up at him in disbelief. Then, with soft cries and sighs and gasps, one by one and then in an increasing flood, their hands too lifted up to their necks or, leaning forward, gasping and jiggling in their seats, behind their backs – and began to undo their tops.

Shouts and hoots and leers of heroic glee bathed the blushing, stripping heroines as, gradually, one little knot after another was untied, one clasp after another undone, and one huge straining cup after another slowly pulled down. At last, their owner’s gorgeous faces whimpering as they gazed down in dismay, a sea of huge, shapely, jiggling breasts came out to bounce and undulate beautifully across the entire vast auditorium. Throaty chuckles of heroic appreciation buffeted around the heroines’ enormous and suddenly-exposed tits. Gasping softly, to a heroine, the seated beauties blushed… and, bending lower and wiggling in their seats, continued to strip.

Finally, with a wave of soft sighs, every heroine in the audience sat up and, blushing deeply, lifted her huge-cupped and empty top in her hand. Turning their gorgeous faces first one way and then the other, wiggling in their seats in nothing but their universally skimpy, proud, and colorful panties, they looked to either side and then finally, blushes deepening, each daintily lowered her gargantuan bra into the waiting outstretched palm of an eagerly leering hero.

Meanwhile, as the audience behind them turned into a sea of big, bouncing, wobbling bare breasts and beautiful blushing faces, at the base of the auditorium the five judges, gasping and glaring, bent low and, buxom bodies wiggling furiously, finally managed to peel their tiny costumes down to their ankles. Rising back up, eponymous racks bouncing and swaying in beautiful display, the Big Titty Tribunal put their hands upon their buxom hips and glared up at Lord Virtue in defiance.

“Good,” he purred, looking down at them and openly gloating at the sight of their nude, jiggling flesh. Power Girl, Miss Americana, She-Ra, Zatanna and She-Hulk all stood before him, gasping, panties around their ankles, and bodies on display. Then he gestured down towards the five mighty, naked beauties. “Good,” he said again. “Now, I want you to do one more thing.”

“You have no authority to command any more of us!” Shulkie pointed out, glaring at him defiantly, hands upon her insanely broad and rounded hips.

“That may be,” he admitted. “But you will do it anyway. For what I want you to do now is turn, look up… and let the men you have put yourself in judgment over get a good look at the women chosen to judge them. Unless, that is,” he purred, gesticulating rhetorically, “you lack the balls… or should I say ovaries… to do so.”

Briefly, the five mighty beauties gasped. Then their haughty glares intensified, and their sculpted chins lifted up even higher.

“Of course,” Power Girl said.

“We have nothing to fear,” Miss Americana added.

Slowly, ponderously, giant bubble-shaped asses rolling and huge bare boobies swaying, the five mightiest heroines turned around and faced up into the auditorium stands. Gorgeous faces set into regal glares or sultry snarls, they perched their hands upon their buxom hips, and spread their long and mighty legs as wide as the panties humiliatingly binding their booted ankles allowed.

“Well?” She Ra asked petulantly, her crowned head lifted, as they faced into the crowd of watching, staring men.

“Behold,” Lord Virtue said, above them, sweeping his hand out over the five jiggling judges. “Men of our League, behold the five women who have chosen themselves fit to judge you. I present them to you in what should always have been their natural state: naked, their breasts jiggling for your pleasure, and their pussies on display.” The five mighty heroines gasped, slightly, hands quivering upon their buxom hips, to hear themselves so described. Lord Virtue smirked. “My men, I think it is high time we showed these five proud and noble women what we really think of them - don't you agree?”  He waved his hand, as if in invitation.  “Why don’t you do so… now?”

Instantly, from every corner of the vast auditorium, a thundering chorus of booming, whooping, mocking laughter stormed down upon the buxom naked beauties. The five mighty heroines gasped, jaws dropping in disbelief, as the humiliating cackles and sneering whistles of the scornful heroes lashed at their proud, silky, curvaceous flesh.

“Oh… oh you chauvinist beasts!” Power Girl snarled, her righteous face glaring up into the storm of jeers and catcalls with sultry, snarling defiance.

Yet, neither she nor the other five heroines could quite help themselves. As the mocking jeers of those they judged thundered down upon them, their buxom naked bodies could not resist squirming and wiggling under their punishment, a bit like chastised schoolgirls shrinking from the swat of a ruler upon their rounded bottoms. At the sight of their buxom hips wiggling and their huge breasts sloshing, the men began to laugh even louder.

“Oh! You! You fiends!” Miss Americana snapped. Her hands trembled, in fury, upon her broad nude hips. “We are the mightiest women on earth… and your superiors! How… how DARE you laugh at us?!”

And yet, even as she glared and snarled, under the storm of mocking laughter, at the very tips of her enormous jugs, as they sloshed back and forth under her continuous agitated squirming, her delicate nipples steadily grew larger and larger, until they were noticeably erect. To either side of her, the enormous breasts of the other four heroines did likewise. Soon, even as they continued to preen and glare haughtily their enormous erect nipples, bouncing about at the tips of their huge swaying breasts, were visible even from the cheap seats. Pointing and cackling wildly, the roars of male laughter promptly began to storm down upon them even louder.

“Oh!” Power Girl gasped, as the rumbling ribaldry seemed almost to cause her buxom ass to quiver, directly, by its pounding. Then, a furious snarl forming upon her face, she drew herself up to her full height. “You… you had best stop this immediately!” she declared, up at the laughing men. “We are your superiors and you will obey us!”

“Agreed!” the other four heroines chimed in, their faces also fixed with sultry, snarling fury.

And yet, even as their upper lips, in unison, were pronouncing their threats to the impudent men who lay before them, their lower lips told a competing story. From the moment they had pulled down their tiny panties their pussies had been moist and glistening. But now, as they stood before the storm of laughter thundering around them, oozing globs of glistening moisture flowed out of each and every one of the Big Titty Tribunal’s delicate and defenseless pussy lips. Even as she lifted her chin high and snarled with defiant fury, oblivious, a long tendril of shining lubricant slid out of Miss Americana’s tender pussy and hung down several inches, swaying back and forth and shining brightly in the auditorium lights, between her sleek and mighty thighs. A little further down the row another shining tendril slid down She-Hulk's thick and spectacularly mighty thigh, even as the proud green beauty grit her teeth and growled in defiant fury.

Soon, every last one of the their pussies was shining with moisture – proving, beyond doubt, that even as they wore the visages of haughty warriors upon their beautiful noble faces, deep down inside their fertile buxom hips every last member of the Bit Titty Tribunal secretly found the act of being naked and humiliated before the men they sought to punish terribly arousing.  Exactly what fantasies might be swirling within the more fetid corners of their pretty heads was still impossible to say.  But naturally, at the sight, the men laughed yet even louder, nearly doubling over in their seats.

“Oh!” Power Girl gasped, wiggling and squirming in disbelief as their thunderous laughter nearly deafened her. “Stop… stop this at once! Or we will… punish you!” Yet, as she squirmed and gasped in outrage, from below her buxom wiggling hips yet more shining fluid oozed down onto her thighs. And, of course, impossibly, the assembled heroes laughed at her still louder.

“We… we mean it!” She Ra said, stridently… striving to cover her delicately erect nipples, as her own glistening pussy wiggled back and forth between her shapely thighs. Still, they laughed louder.

A feedback loop had been created. The more agitated and visibly aroused the five haughty judges became, the more the men laughed. The louder and more mocking the laughter, the more the buxom beauties glared, and gasped… and the more visibly aroused their bodies became. Smirking, Lord Virtue looked on eagerly, enjoying every second. But, realizing that if he let things go too far it might leave his ability to control, at last, he decided at last to end it.

“ENOUGH!” he suddenly roared. His thunderous voice cut through the cackles and cat-calls of the men, and the gasps of the outraged jiggling judges, as effortlessly as his bulging muscles might rip through the forces of unspecified evil… or a heroine’s skimpy costume.

Instantly, the laughter stopped.

“You may turn and face me, ladies,” he said down to the Tribunal.

Faces still trembling, the five beautiful and ultra-buxom women slowly turned, and looked up at them. But their lips could not help but gasp softly with gratitude, bottoms wiggling with relief, that he had ended their steadily rising torment for them.

“Good,” Lord Virtue said, enjoying one last long look. “Now… you may sit,” he said, to his nominal superiors.

They gasped, a few last fits of pique trembling across their regal glaring faces. Then, as one, with a last few trembling squirms of their humiliated curves, they suddenly sunk down and, wiggling with relief, buried their big curvaceous and newly-bare bottoms in the plush seating of their judges’ chairs.

“Thank you, Lord Virtue,” Power Girl said despite herself as, titanic and newly-liberated boobies swaying and jostling spectacularly before her, she reached out and seized up her gavel once more. “Now, if we may continue, I…”

“Wait,” Lord Virtue said. Though no longer booming and loud, his deep voice nevertheless effortlessly cut her off, silencing her attempt to assert authority by converting it into a soft, trembling gasp.

Her lips trembled a moment, her eyes staring up at him… as, beneath her poised gavel-holding arm, her gigantic naked boobies continued to sway. “What?” she asked, finally.

“There is one more woman who still needs to comply with your decision,” he said. He turned, and pointed at Wonder Woman.

Wonder Woman’s face trembled, and her hands quivered, clutched tight to her podium. “You… you said I could keep my panties!” she reminded him, glaring at him fiercely… star-spangled bottoms in question squirming nervously behind her, still stretched across her spectacular backside.

“True,” Lord Virtue said, smirking. “But I made no such exception for your bustier, nor your belt. Both must be delivered to the nearest hero. And, unless I mistake my geometry…” He paused a moment, gloating, his lips curling up into an even bigger smirk, “… that means me.”

Wonder Woman gasped, sharply. Her lips, pulled back into a snarl, quivered.

“And, as you are the losing Advocate…” Lord Virtue purred, taking advantage of the outraged Princess’s brief rage-induced inability to speak, “I demand you come out to center stage and perform your forfeit before all you represent and oppose… for our edification.” He smiled.

Wonder Woman’s eyes flashed with fury. Then, her regal chin lifted high, and her eyes narrowed.

“Fine!” she finally spat.

And, star-spangled bottom swaying high and proud, like a model going down the catwalk, she defiantly sashayed out to the very center of the stage, turned and faced the audience… and began to do as she was told. Despite the enormous assortment of newly-naked boobies swaying and bouncing delicately, and defenselessly, in their midst, every male in the audience leaned forward and watched with rapt and delighted attention… and, squirming and whimpering, so did a goodly number of the now-topless ladies. As her trembling fingers slowly began to undo one lace of her straining bustier after another, the image was recreated live, from every possible angle one could want of her swooping hourglass torso, upon the huge screens that lined the walls of the auditorium.

But as all eyes, including and especially those of the Big Titty Tribunal themselves, were fixed upon the slowly stripping Amazon, something more devious was underfoot… directly beneath each of the five ultra-buxom judges’ big, curvy, wiggling bottoms.

In the dark shadowy space beneath each of their seats, a tiny rectangular crack appeared around one particular and previously innocuous-looking floor tile… which then slowly pushed out. From the tiny tunnels so revealed, a tiny long-eared reptilian head slowly emerged… and, looking up, they lapped their long tongues eagerly along their teeth and chortled softly with their eagerness.

They were Gremlins. The same ones the True Gremlin Prince claimed to be rightful king of, though, for traitorous reasons, all those currently known to exist still served King Mischievus, his ‘evil’ ‘brother’.

Slowly, silently, one Gremlin pulled himself up out of each hole, followed momentarily by a second. Unseen and unsuspected, two Gremlins each crouched in the dark concealed space beneath each Big Titty Tribunal member’s buxom naked bottom. Reaching up, licking their lips eagerly, they slowly twisted tiny knobs affixed to the base of each curvy beauty’s chair. Slowly, ever so slowly, little panels swung out of the bottom of each chair, opening up square holes in their base. With eager glittering eyes and hungrily lapping tongues, the Gremlins all looked up through the little opened portals… to behold the drooling, helpless pussies of each of the Tribunal members, wiggling and glistening defenselessly above their heads.

Whimpering and squirming slightly, each busty Tribunal member felt a soft brush of cold across her delicate moist cunt. But, all five having been recently stripped and all eager to keep their exposed pussies pressed safely to the sure fastness of their chairs, other than wiggling a little more violently than usual upon their haunches, kept their fertile well-rounded hips pressed firmly to their unsuspected seats.

Grinning and licking their lips at the juicy sight, each Gremlin slowly reached down and, from the holes they had just emerged from, drew forth a small leather bag. Rustling about inside, one Gremlin of each pair drew forth a tiny paintbrush, and the other a vial of fluid. Leaning over, the one with the vial poured out a little glop onto the bristles of the other, until they shone. The vile liquid, as it poured out, glowed green with fell magic, and also emitted vapors of terrible chemistry; but as it poured out on the bristles it flared rapidly but then swiftly became transparent.  Then, biting their lips and looking up in desperate concentration, the Gremlins lifted their brushes high… and slowly, and ever so lightly, traced them back and forth across the glistening Tribunal pussy lips quivering helpless and unsuspecting above them.

At the very first contact each heroine gasped, softly, her eyes suddenly going wide. Knowing it was coming, the other Gremlin had lain poised with his hand upon the door. Swiftly but silently pushing it up, he fixed it back into place. Breathing hard, and blushing, one by one each mighty heroine briefly lifted her big jiggling ass and looked down – trying her best not to be seen doing so. But, as she bit her lip and peered beneath her elevated bottom, all she saw was the same plush seat that had been there before. Gasping softly, eager to get their bottoms down once more, each one promptly sat back down and, wiggling slightly with residual explosions of erotic discomfort inside their hips, got their eyes swiftly back on Wonder Woman’s stripping show.

Chuckling softly, each Gremlin team slowly drew their doors open again and, biting their lips to stifle chortles of glee, lifted the brushes back up and ran them, once more, up and down glistening and unsuspecting Tribunal pussy. But the little bit of insidious and magical potion their brush-tips had already painted onto each delicate pussy was already working its magic. Seeping into the unsuspecting heroine’s cunts, it affected the nerve-endings of their delicate pussies in such a way that the soft strokes gently brushing up and down them no longer went to the beauties’ decorative brains… yet continued to affect them as normal in every other conceivable way.

Soon, trembling and whimpering in their seats, each of the mighty Tribunal members gasped as she suddenly felt her pussy getting even more soppingly wet than it had already been, and strange warm surges of hormones flowing up and down inside her voluptuous hourglass-shaped body. But, not knowing where it was coming from, the five mighty heroines had no choice but to bite their lips, do their best to stifle their sudden urges to moan and gasp with lust… and to press their broad quivering bottoms even tighter against their seats, beneath which the leering Gremlins chortled and continued gleefully stroking away.

To be continued…