I think this one might never get released as an Ebook (although that could change) and have decided to start posting it for free places.
Some info about this story since its a little different from what I normally do:
This story started out as a way to get back into the habit of writing everyday. I wanted to be writing a bunch of single sex scenes that got right to the action and came up with what at first was just a silly framing device, but the more I worked on the little sub-stories the more I started coming up with ideas for a larger background story. This is the first “week” of the story, when things were still pretty simple and straight forward. There will be six weeks in all and later weeks will start having interludes between the “scoring” sub-stories that will be building up the background/overall story.
I am randomly determining which villains score which place each week and who they score with, which has been really fun. I won’t have any idea who is going to win until I get the final week written! The random pairings also means there’s a lot of characters fucking that I wouldn’t normally put together. I’m really enjoying this, it’s been pushing me to come up with interesting ways to get these characters together and has pushed me to try and start using more diverse settings for the stories in Megatropolis. Back alleys are awesome for superheroine tales, but ALL the action shouldn’t be happening there.
These stories are also “introducing” a lot of characters I’ve never actually written into a story before. Some of them have appeared in visual stuff and some of them have just been in my head for a while. I’ve tried to write this the way I do most of my stories: not assuming someone reading it has read any of my other heroine stuff. So new or old character, there should be enough in each of the mini stories to get a feel for who the characters are. And I’m sure the pictures at the start of each scoring event will help you picture things too.
So, onto the story! (which can also be found HERE, where the story will live in its entirety as its added to)
The shadowed visage of The Game Master looked out through the large video screen at the assembled men. The intimidating figure appeared as little more than a shadow on the large monitor and when he spoke it was clear that his voice was being altered. None of the assembled men knew the true identity of the figure that had assembled them and none of them really cared. They were gathered here in this secret meeting place for the game that they were about to begin and that was all that matter to them.
“Greetings and welcome,” the shadowed figure began with audible joy in his modulated voice, “to the inaugural week of the League of Superpowered Breast Lovers!”
The men standing before the monitor all cheered and clapped at the announcement.
“You all understand why you are here,” the shadowed figure said once the applause had died down. “We are going to play a little game, have ourselves a little contest. A game specially designed for lovers of superpowered tits, the bigger the better!”
Again the gathered men broke into applause, but this time there were numerous lewd comments shouted out.
Once the furor had died down The Game Master continued. “Each week you shall all go out and find well endowed superpowered women to fuck, chosen from a list that I shall provide you. The first three of you to fuck one of the chosen targets will earn points for the week. The first target fucked will earn the contestant three points, the second fucked two points, and the third one point.
“But that is not all that shall determine the points earned! I have a master list of every busty heroine and supervillainess in the city displayed on the wall over there. As you can see next to each of their names is a number and right now they all read ‘one’. At the start of each week every heroine will get one point added to their bonus score. When you fuck that target you get their bonus scored added to your weekly tally and their bonus is then zeroed out. So the longer a target goes without being fucked the more points she will be worth! But to clarify, so that we all understand the rules, only the first THREE heroines fucked each week will score you points.
“At the end of the week we shall all gather here and I will announce the scoring. It is during that time that I will add on anywhere from zero to five points to each scorer for style. I hope that over the coming weeks, or maybe even months if our game continues to be enjoyed by all, you will all come to discover just what it is I like to see when a superpowered woman is fucked.
“‘But how will I see this?’ you may be asking. Well, that is simple. I have had a number of small floating robots made, each containing state of the art recording equipment. These small robots are also equipped with stealth devices that make them nearly invisible to the human eye. Each of you will have one of these robots following you when you go on the prowl for our little game. Should you succeed in fucking a heroine they will record the whole thing for me, and everyone else’s, viewing pleasure! These recordings will also be time stamped so that we can easily tell which three contestants fucked heroines first and thus score for the week.
“So what rules do we have in our little game? Not many. You may use any means necessary to subdue and fuck the targets. But once you are done fucking them you must let them go, for if our game is to continue the targets must ALWAYS escape. Also it would be best if out prey be kept in the dark as to WHY they are being targeted by us. The only other stipulation of notes is that you may not, under any circumstance, interfere in a competitor’s attempts to defeat a target. Doing so shall have severe repercussions, anywhere from being docked points to being kicked out of the league all together!
“But what if two or more of you end up zeroed in on the same heroine at the same time? Well, I have decided that team-ups ARE allowed in this game and want to note that they have the possibility of earning bonus style points. But after the point tall is added together it will then be split between both contestants.
“That’s about it. But one final note: this league is about these superpowered women’s breasts. That means I expect the target’s breasts to be the central stars of all the videos that come back to me. If breasts are barely shown or used expect zero style points.
“Now get out there, start hunting our busty targets, and let the game begin!”
* * *
Who are the contestants?
Brain Master: Tall, inhumanly thin, with bright green skin and a bulbous head that makes it look like his brain is three sizes too big. Has the power of mental control over others, but is unable to control more than two people at once. Also has a superhuman intellect and is fond of creating technologically advanced projects.
Crimson Cyborg: An ex-military project that had every aspect of his body enhanced through cybernetics. And that’s EVERY aspect of his body, including his manhood. Has superhuman strength, enhanced agility and physical toughness along with a crisp tactical mind.
David Daringwood: One of the world’s youngest, and most famous, billionaires. He is responsible for the social network that the majority of the world uses. Although not a powered superhuman he is a genius and uses his power and influence like a superpower.
The Dicktator: An African-American supervillain. Physically strong and tough and able to meet even the strongest heroine blow to blow. But his main power is his cum. His costume is designed with his dick exposed, making it his main weapon. He is able to grow hard and cum at will. His semen, when ingested, can have a variety of affects. It can daze a woman, leave her in a highly suggestible state, knock her out, make her breasts grow, and many other things.
Eros’ Arrow: A supervillain with highly enhanced agility and perception. Eros’ Arrow is armed with a bow and a quiver full of specially tipped arrows. No matter the need this hunter of heroines has an arrow for it.
The Gasser: Not superpowered but equipped with a body suit that augments his strength and agility. He also keeps plenty of high tech anti-heroine grenades with him and his suit has a built in knockout gas delivery system.
The Grower: The youngest supervillain in the league, The Grower is a baby faced villain of the precocious age of eighteen. Costumed in just yellow boots, gloves, a cape and a black domino mask the scrawny youth goes about mostly naked. He keeps his body so exposed because his dick, and the powerful smelly musk that comes off it, is his power. Once a woman smells it they come under his mental control, but once this happen his cock grows to incredible, inhuman size: thicker around than his leg and nearly as long too, although the size and thickness can vary from time to time.
The Shaft: An African-American bruiser who frequently works as an enforcer for one of the city’s various criminal syndicates. Called the shaft because his massive black cock hangs down nearly to ground. When erect it is as hard as steal and the criminal bruiser is fond of using it as a weapon to bludgeon heroines into submission.
Sleepmeister: A tall, thin, bald man with elfin features, pointed ears, and ashy blue skin. He has a hypnotic gaze that allows him to put people into a deep sleep and is fond of taking advantage of heroines he has “subdued” in this manner.
Who are the targets?
Heleena the Healer
Week One First Place
David Daringwood strode into the lobby of the Grand Hotel, the ritziest hotel in Megatropolis. The slender, casually young man looked out of place in the ornately furnished lobby. Everywhere around him was finery, both in the décor and on the people that milled about the lobby, while he was dressed only in well worn jeans and a simple black hoodie. Yet he not only carried himself like he belonged there he walked as if he owned the world around him.
He was shadowed by two large men dressed in black suits. There was no mistaking their purpose: they were body guards. Although all in the lobby noticed the two men no one noticed the way they had held the front door into the building open a bit too long. No one noticed the strange blur that had floated in after them, the sphere of displaced air that hid the camera bot that was following and recording David Daringwood’s every move.
“I’m here to meet a friend,” David said to the clerk standing at the front desk. He gave the man a polite smile as he saw the look of recognition cross the man’s face. As always David’s fame had proceeded him, a tool he wielded like a weapon when he needed it.
“Yes, sir! Who is it that you are here to meet?” the clerk quickly asked.
“Diane Larger,” David said nonchalantly. “She told me that a room key would be waiting for me and my compatriots,” he added, waving to his two bodyguards.
The man typed something into the computer before him then nodded. “Yes, I see the note right here.” He grabbed a keycard from the desk and handed it over. “She’s in room 813, floor eight.”
David gave the man a polite nod then turned, stalking quickly towards the nearest elevator. His bodyguards went in first and prevented anyone else from entering the elevator once David had stepped in. David stood, leaning casually against the back of the elevator, his hands in the front pockets of his hoodie.
As soon as the doors slid shut David looked at the two large men beside him. “You both remember the plan?”
They nodded. “We keep close to you and wait for the signal. When you say the word ‘deal’ by itself we jump into action, subduing the target. Then we follow your lead after that.”
“Exactly,” David said with a smirk. He glanced up towards the corner of the ceiling, smiling at the nearly invisible robot that hovered there. “And make sure that thing has a chance to float in through the door when you close it.”
Soon the three men were standing before room 813. David slid the keycard through the lock and the door popped open. He entered the room, his bodyguards and the invisible camera bot following quickly along behind him. Once the door was shut the three men were left alone with the sole figure that sat on the edge of the large bed in the center of the room.
The figure sitting before them was a pretty Hispanic woman with copper colored skin and round, pleasant features that looked to be in either her late twenties or early thirties. She was dressed in a red and black outfit that was more lingerie then supervillain costume. The low cut top and the corset built into it pushed her overlarge breasts up, making them impossible to ignore. The short skirt and the thigh high leather boots she wore left an enticing glimpse of thigh visible, showing off smooth and thick legs.
Her hair was short and wild, a mix of jet black and streaks of highlighted locks colored bright red. The sides of her head were shaved and the thick, wild hair running down the center of her head was pulled to one side. She wore a red domino mask on her face and her lipstick was a shade of near black that matched the black leather sleeves she wore on her arms.
“Why hello, Mr. Daringwood! I’m so glad you could make our little meeting in such a timely mater. Then again I didn’t really expect someone so desperate for my services not to show up, not after that fuss you made on the phone last night.” As the supervillainess known as The Enlarger spoke she stood up. She was a woman of average height but the tall heels she wore made her tower over the small Daringwood.
“So tell me, why is it that you are in such desperate needs of my services? You made it clear that you needed to meet as soon as possible and that you were willing to pay triple my normal price. Who is it that has incurred your wrath so? What unlucky woman will I be enlarging for you?”
David smiled. The dumb woman had fallen perfectly for his trap as he had known she would. She was gifted with a superpowered mind and had used it to create the world’s only permanent breast growth drug. There were plenty of other breasts growth drugs, but they all wore off rather quickly. The Enlarger, though, had found the secret to make such modifications permanent. Her mode of operation was simple: she would use her drug on a superheroine or public figure, increasing their breasts to unmanageable size worthy of public ridicule and then blackmail them for the antidote.
It was a good racket, one that kept the woman flush with cash. Sadly she had a taste for living a decedent lifestyle and always blew through her money rather quickly. As such she was nearly always desperate to take on a well paying job that utilized her unique services.
But till last night, when the game had begun, she was used to the criminal and shady elements of Megatropolis looking at her as one of their own. An attack from someone like David Daringwood, well known in criminal circles as being a “cape chaser” who frequently hired supervillains to capture heroines so he could fuck them, was the last thing she would expect. Sadly, for her, the life of relative safety she had led was now over. For the first time in her life she was going to find that the perverted supervillains and wealthy perverts of Megatropolis were going to be targeting HER for defeat. There would be a lot less team-ups and a lot more teaming up on her in her near future.
“Well, you see,” David began, showing no sign of the forthcoming betrayal, “it’s a rather delicate position I find myself in. There is a woman who I find I need to, well, make bustier. For my personal enjoyment,” he added after a short pause. “And she is not going to be a willing subject of my attentions.”
The Enlarger nodded. “Ah, yes, and I assume you would like your fun with her enlarged bust to last? Or why else would you need my services.”
He smiled. “Yes, exactly,” he said, lying. He honestly didn’t care if the breast growth was permanent or not. All that mattered was that The Enlarger had, for the first time, the tables turned against her. That should earn him at least a few bonus points.
“But I mean this woman no real ill will,” he added, “so I would like her to be able to return her breasts back to their normal size once I am done with her.”
“Well then, Mr. Daringwood, I think we might have a deal. I’ll just need half of the payment now and the name of your target.”
David held his hand out. “Let us shake on it first, then I will give you the name and the money,” he said, smiling again.
She cocked an eyebrow at this. “She must be quite the target if you’re not willing to name her before we agree to a deal.” She shrugged. “I’m not concerned though, I’ve used my wonder drug on the biggest names and always gotten away with it. Why even the mighty Archbaroness has given into my demand for blackmail.”
The Enlarger reached out and shook David’s hand. As they shook David gave her a hungry, predatory grin, glancing down into her cleavage and then muttered a single word. “Deal.”
The two bodyguards leapt into action at once. They bound forward, taking up a place on either side of the supervillainess. Each of them pulled out tasers from inside their jackets. David quickly let go of the woman’s hand as her eyes opened large in surprise and fear. A moment later the two large men were jamming the sparking tips of their tasers into the woman’s overlarge breasts.
It all happened too fast for the supervillainess to react or even realize what was happening. As the electricity shocked into her body The Enlarger screamed, convulsed for a moment, and then dropped limp to the floor.
“Think anyone heard that?” one of the bodyguards asked nervously, looking towards the door.
“Hell no,” David said confidently. “These rooms are incredibly well insulated. No one outside this room heard her scream. I can guarantee it. I’ve had plenty of women up here and played roughly with them and no one ever heard. Besides, in a place where you pay this much for a room it’s expected that the staff doesn’t ask questions. The price tag includes discretion on the part of the staff. Now come on, let’s get this big titted bitch up on the bed. I want to get a look at her breasts before we ‘enhance’ them.”
The two bodyguards grabbed The Enlarger by her arms and hefted her up. Her body was limp and her head lolled from side to side. Her eyes were barely open and she looked dazed and confused, drooling slightly as they turned her body over then placed her back down on the bed.
David Daringwood climbed up on top of her and pulled out a small pocket. With an excited grin he began cutting open the straps that ran up the front of her corset. Once they were all cut he lifted her top up away from her body and cut the whole thing open, throwing the split fabric to the sides and leaving her upper torso fully exposed.
She was an incredibly curvy woman, neither thin nor fat but rather “thick”. She had a soft midsection that at its own might have looked a bit chubby but her massive breasts were so large that it made her stomach look small in comparison. Her breasts were overly large, even for a woman with such a thick build. Each one was easily larger than her head and then some. Thick, wide, full and far firmer than one would expect form a woman her age.
While sitting on her stomach David reached forward and started playing with her big tits; massaging and groping them, pinching and tweaking her big nipples. The Enlarger moaned in response, the supercharged libido that comes with superpowers kicking into action. He knew that if he kept playing with her tits she’d become so aroused that even once the stunning effects of the tasers had dissipated she’d be more than willing to let him continue. That was part of why women with powers were so fun to play with.
But first he had to do something. He was, after all, out to win this little game he was playing. That meant he’d need to be going for those style points and he suspected that those would mostly involve what happened to a target’s breasts.
“Find her tools,” David barked at the bodyguards. “Look for needles, syringes. Stuff like that.” As he commanded his minions he kept playing with The Enlarger’s breasts, admiring her pretty, quiet moans of pleasure.
It didn’t take the bodyguards long to find what they were looking for. One of them came back with a medical syringe, strange thick fluid in it. “Give it here,” David said, taking it from the man.
As he pulled the cap off the syringe The Enlarger looked up at him, barely able to move. “No,” she whispered hoarsely. “Not that, not on me.”
“Oh yes,” David said, grinning evilly down at her. “From what I’ve heard the best way to get results is a little bit in each tit?” He waited for a response then shrugged when he didn’t get one.
As the needle moved towards her exposed breasts she moaned in terror but was unable to do more than wiggle slightly under David’s body. And her wiggling did was make her breasts jiggle pleasantly.
He carefully injected the needle first into the center mass of her left tit, injecting only a small amount of the fluid into her, then moving to the right tit and doing the same there. When he was done he handed the needle back to the bodyguard and told the man to return it to where it had come from.
“Now we just need to wait,” David said, grinning at the other bodyguard.
The man gasped and pointed at the woman under his employer. “No we don’t, look!”
David swung his head back and stared down at the woman under him. His eyes grew large in surprise at the sight before him. Her overlarge breasts were already growing in size, and quickly too! It was like watching an oddly shaped balloon fill, her flesh swelling up gradually larger and larger.
The Enlarger’s breasts had started at a size that was in the upper percentile of what was possible for a normal woman. Now, before the three men’s eyes, her breasts were quickly growing to a size that no one would mistake as “natural” yet it was clear from the way her massive swelling tit-flesh rested and seemed to ooze down the side of her body that the breasts before them were made entirely of natural flesh.
They watched as her breasts swelled larger and larger till each heavy massive tit was larger than her entire torso. They were so big and heavy looking that the men all doubted the woman, if her body had been under her own control, would have been able to get out from under their weight.
They noticed something else as the growth began to slow. Her massive swollen nipples were now leaking a steady stream of creamy white milk. This pleased all three men although none of them knew how important that milk was nor would they discover its secret. When ingested by a woman it caused semi-permanent breast growth and it was through the unique chemical formations found only in her breast milk that The Enlarger had been able to create her permanent breast growth formula, the very formula that had led to her own breasts growing to insane proportions that pinning her to the hotel bed.
David Daringwood slowly got off The Enlarger and stood at the end of the bed, staring at her inhumanly large breasts. He rubbed his hands together, grinning wildly at her. “Going to get so many damn points for this, using The Enlarger’s own weapon against her!”
He looked from side to side at his bodyguards and grinned at them. “Okay boys, time for that little bonus I was promising both of you.” As he spoke he started to undress. “Come on, off with the clothes so we can fuck this all too trusting bitch’s massive tit-meat!” Happily the two large men started undressing along with their boss.
Soon all three men were naked and standing around the bed, their cocks hard and in hand. David climbed back up on the bed, sitting on the villainous once again. He spit into his hand then rubbed the moisture all over his cock. He then scooted closer to the two large mountainous piles of tit-flesh, grabbing handfuls of soft thick mammary meat and pressing it together. He then slid his cock into her cleavage and started fucking her tits.
Meanwhile the two bodyguards climbed up on either side of the bed. One of them moved in closed to the dazed woman’s face, turning it to him and opening her mouth before sliding his cock into it. She made a pathetic gurgling sound in protestation as hard cock filled her mouth, but she was unable to do more to stop it from happening as the bodyguard started to fuck her face.
The man on the other side had grabbed the tit on that side of her body with two hands and hefted the heavy mound of flesh up, slapping his cock down under it and spitting on it to add some lubrication. He then let the half of the massive tit he was holding up fall onto his cock, then pressed it down around his shaft as started to titfuck her from the side. After a few minutes the bodyguard on the other side saw what his partner was doing and decided he wanted to try the same thing. Soon each of The Enlarger’s tits were being fucked from the side, David Daringwood still going to town between them.
The men all grunted and groaned in pleasure, pounding her tits with wild abandon. The massive mounds of flesh giggled and bounced, ripples running through her tit-flesh as the three men pounded into them from different angles.
The Enlarger lay unmoving, still unable to control the muscles of her body. At first she had groaned in anger and frustration, but the longer the men fucked her massively enlarged breasts the more the groans became moans of pleasure. Her breasts hadn’t just grown in size, they had grown in sensitivity too. The titfuck gangbang sent waves of pleasure cascading through her breasts and reverberating down into her core. Soon the helpless villainess had an orgasm forced from her body. And once she started to cum the next one came more quickly and far easier, as with the next one after that and the next one after that.
Each orgasm drained her of strength. Each one left her feeling weaker, more faint. Still the men kept pounding her tits. With one final shudder and moan of pleasure her eyes rolled up into her head and she passed out.
It wasn’t long after this that the three men began to blow their loads. First the bodyguard on the right grunted and unloaded his cum under her tit. A minute later the other one did the same under the other tit. David Daringwood managed to last the longest, but in the end he too grunted in pleasure and unloaded a thick load of cum between her tits.
The men all pulled away from her, looking pleased and drowsy. They each cleaned up, using the sheets on the bed to wipe their cocks clean, then got dressed.
“She passed out,” David pointed out. “Bet by the time she wakes up the cum will be half dry, all smeared between her gross huge tits and the rest of her body. I bet it will gross her out. It’s perfect!” He started to turn from her then looked back at her and frowned. “Actually it’s quite pathetic… I really do think there is a chance that her tits are too big and heavy for her to be able to move. I think I’ll have pity on her.” He turned to the bodyguard that had retrieved the syringe that had enlarged her breasts. “Where did you find the drug?”
The man showed him and David was able to locate the syringe that held the antidote. He placed in on the bed beside her. “There. Now she’ll be able to put these meat monsters to rights after she wakes up.”
He looked at the bodyguards. “Which one of you has the money?”
One of the men pulled a thick brick of cash out of his pocket and handed it to David. “Not nearly as much as she had thought she would earn from me,” David said, placing the stack of cash on the bed stand, “but enough to keep her from being too mad about what happened.”
He turned and waved doe his bodyguards to follow him, glancing up at the transparent bot that had been recording the whole thing. “Hope I got to her fast enough to earn first place,” he said.
* * *
“First place, three points,” a shadowed figure said to himself as he typed the information into the computer before him. “One point for the target’s value. And let’s say four points for style. Always eager to see a titfuck and it was delicious seeing her titfuck gangbanged! And the deliciousness of enlarging The Enlarger’s breasts! So perfectly humiliating and perverse. Still, once the action started it was simple and over quickly, so I can’t give him the full five points.”
After the man typed all the information in he looked at another monitor. The screen there showed many different video feeds, each of them displaying one of the other contestant’s in their game. He eagerly awaited whoever would come in second place.
Week One Second Place
The large sign in the front of the building read “The Bodacious B-Women’s Agency of Superheroines for Hire”. The organization was fairly new to Megatropolis, only having been founded recently. The owner was a woman who had at one point been a superheroine and now goes by the name “Agent Purple”. Under her command are four young women, all superpowered and all women who had attempted to graduate from The Academy, the superpowered university that trains young superheroes, and failed. Agent Purple had seen great potential in each of these young, inexperienced women and hired them on as the world’s first “Private Superheroines”.
But it is not the front of the building that our story is interested in. Instead our story takes place behind the building, down a long shadowed alleyway where the young heroine known as “Agent Silver” lurks out of sight, smoking a cigarette. Agent Purple had deemed that it wouldn’t be good PR for their team’s members to be seen smoking in public so Agent Silver has to take to the filthy alleyway to get her nicotine fix.
Agent Silver is twenty-two years old and thus the oldest of the four fighting members of the Bodacious B-Women. She is also the team’s resident bruiser, the strongest and most resistant physically of the misfit group of failed heroines.
She stands at average height and has a pleasantly thick build that is equal part chub and muscle. Thick thighs, a large fat ass, and huge round firm breasts. And every inch of her body is squeezed into a skin tight black unitard with a bright yellow stripe running down the center of the torso and meeting another yellow band that extends out around the waist like a belt. Built into the costume are yellow boots that add a second section of color to the black outfit.
The tight costume actually slims Agent Silver, making her body, and especially her overlarge breasts, look much smaller and thinner than it really is. She is a white woman with piercing, intense eyes (that she highlights with dark eye makeup) and features that make her face look almost more masculine than feminine. She also keeps her silver colored hair pulled back and slicked down the center of her head, with the sides of her scalp shaved nearly clean. The overall look leaves her looking butch, like she is a woman that is most likely not interested in men sexually.
That impression is one that was, at one point in the young woman’s life, completely accurate. She knew, from a fairly young age, that she was a lesbian and lived her life as one until the fateful day when her powers activated. It was then that she had to start dealing with not just superpowers but with a supercharged libido, a libido that was no longer so picky about a sexual partner’s gender.
To her horror and disgust the bulky young lesbian soon found that her body now reacted with great arousal to the touch of a man. Even worse, the sight of a man’s dick would make her mouth water and her pussy drip, the effect even greater if it was hard. Her sexual impulses were so strong, her body so easily aroused and made to climax, that she flunked out of The Academy within a year. The staff there thought there was no hope for her as a heroine, she had nearly no control of her own sexuality and they only saw her self control become worse during her time at the university.
She now strives to prove them wrong by being her team’s physical powerhouse. But the weaknesses that had led to her being kicked out of The Academy are still present, and if anything her sexual self control has only grown weaker. A large part of this is because the young woman refuses to accept the urges her body feels. She fights against them at every turn instead of learning to live with them.
This, however, is not what was on Agent Silver’s mind as a barely visible distortion in the air floated towards her down the shadowed alleyway. The young heroine didn’t notice its presence, she simply leaned against the brick wall next to the building’s back door and smoked her cigarette, glaring in frustration at the ground before her.
It had been days since she had gotten off, and for a woman with an active P-Gene that’s a pretty big deal. She was so horny that it was making her feel a very real physical pain. She knew that if she wanted she could approach almost any man on the street and convince him to fuck her, and she was also fairly certain that any man’s hard cock would be enough to make her orgasm starved body cum within moments. But she was holding out for a woman. Her body might crave cock, but she craved the embrace of another woman. And at that point none of the women in her life were eager to sleep with her.
It was this that she was thinking about as she took one last, long drag on the cigarette and flicked it down the alley away from her. As it landed on the ground, embers from the lit tip exploding out, a man stepped out of the shadows from behind a large dumpster. A foot wearing a well worn combat boot stepped on the cigarette butt and ground it out.
“You know, girly-girl,” his deep voice said, “smoking’s no good for you.”
Agent Silver started to look up, ready to retort what she always did when people gave her shit for smoking: that the slight healing factor all superpowered individuals had made her immune to all of the dangers of smoking. But the words caught in her throat as she saw the man standing down the alley lecherously staring at her body.
He was a tall, muscular African-American man. He was bulky in a way that suggested he had an active P-Gene. His expression made it clear that he was looking for trouble. But it wasn’t that expression that startled Agent Silver. It was the man’s clothes, or rather what the man’s clothes revealed.
The figure wore a simple white t-shirt with a leather jacket over it and sturdy, well worn combat boots. And that was it. The man had no pants on, no underwear. From the waist down to his ankles he was fully exposed allowing the world to see the impressive, inhumanly long dick that hung limply between his naked legs. It looked to be thick, but not abnormally so. But the length was astounding. It was totally flaccid and hung nearly down to the ground.
There was only one kind of man that would walk about in public with a dick so large and exposed: a superpowered criminal or supervillain.
Agent Silver’s instincts kicked in, her strong muscles tensing and her hands clenching into combat ready fists. She changed her stance, standing up from the brick wall and turning to face the man, lifting her hands up as she prepared for an attack.
She looked equally ready to throw the first punch or dodge a surprise attack. Nearly. Her eyes revealed that maybe she wasn’t quite as ready for a fight as the rest of her body suggested. They were locked onto the sight of the black man’s massive cock. Her eyes were open wide in surprise and shock. She stood for an awkwardly long moment, not speaking or moving. Simply staring at his cock and hungrily licking her lips.
Finally the man broke the silence with a cruel, mocking laugh. “Like what you see, girly-girl?”
The words brought Agent Silver out of the cock-trance she had been stuck in. Angry at herself she peeled her eyes away from the sight that had already made her pussy so wet that a small damp splotch was visible on the crotch of her costume. “Name yourself, villain, and tell me what you’re doing her!” she declared with far more confidence then she actually felt.
“They call me The Shaft,” the man said, taking a step forward. “Can you guess why?” he asked, reaching down and grabbing his cock, waggling it towards Agent Silver.
She lifted her head and defiantly didn’t look down at it. It took almost all of her self control to accomplish this. Her body was screaming for cock, even just a glimpse. The sexual urge disgusted her and she was determined to fight it.
The Shaft laughed again, taking a few more steps forward. “What’s wrong, girly-girl? Afraid to look at such a big black cock? Pale phat ass white girl like you, bet it’s startling to look at, to know deep down it’s your nature to be a servant to a black man’s cock. I bet that terrifies you, disgusts you, yet is inescapable.”
Agent Silver narrowed her eyes, backing away from the man slightly. He was obviously looking for trouble either specifically from her or from all the Bodacious B-Women. It was clear this was going to turn into a fight once he was close enough. She knew what she should do. She should retreat, either through the back door she had been smoking next to or around the building to the front entry. She should gather the rest of her teammates and fight this perverted thug as a team.
But she wasn’t going to do that. The last few times the team had gotten into a tough spot and she had been split off from the team she had failed them and endangered them all. She had been stewing about this for weeks and wanted to prove herself able to defend the team alone.
So instead of going for help she stood her ground. She stopped stepping back from The Shaft and instead starting moving towards him, her body tense and ready for the fight she knew was about to start.
“My, my, girly-girl, you look like you’re ready for a scrap.” He laughed again, glancing to the side to make sure the nearly invisible camera bot was nearby. He then looked back at Agent Silver and slowly looked down the length of her body, stopping to indulge in the sight of her large breasts and ass. “How in the world did such a thick phat ass white girl manage to get in such a skin tight costume? Those tits alone look to big to belong, and that ass is giving them a run for their money.”
“Disgusting pig!” she snarled, angry the man would talk so crudely about her body and even more angry with herself that his words were turning her on. She was getting too worked up, to turned on. She had to act now before she lost control of herself.
The silver haired superheroine snarled and lunged forward, throwing a superpowered punch that could shatter a brick wall at The Shaft’s center mass. She had expected the man to be slow and clumsy. Most superpowered men whose main power was raw strength tented to be slow and overly rely on throwing hits, not worrying about taking blows. But The Shaft was far faster then she had expected and managed to side step out of the way of her punch, grabbing her arm as she stumbled passed him and twisting it behind her back.
She howled in pain as she was brought down to her knees. She tried to elbow the man’s leg with her free arm to knock him back and break his grip on her arm but he was as solid as steel and unmovable.
He laughed cruelly as she struggled then leaned over her, reached down with his free hand, and groped one of her breasts.
As soon as his hand started to sink into the soft yet thick and dense flesh of her tit she felt her body light up with pleasure. Her breasts were more sensitive than a normal woman’s by leaps and bounds and with as horny and desperate for release as she was just this simple grope was enough to bring her to the edge of climax. She gritted her teeth and tried to hold back a moan of pleasure.
The villain continued caressing her flesh till he found the nub of her hard nipple through the skin tight costume. Then two fingers zeroed in on it, gently squeezing around the swollen nub of her nipple and lightly moving side to side, caressing her nip tip with the cloth of her costume.
This time she wasn’t able to hold the moan of pleasure back.
“Knew your tits would be your weakness,” he said slyly, still playing with her nipple through her costume. “The bigger the heroine’s tits the more sensitive they are,” he said, then looked down at her, making eye contact and waggling his eyebrows up and down. “You ready to show me what a truly pathetic p.a.w.g. you really are?”
Her eyes opened wide in fear as she realized what he was about to do. All she managed to get out was one fearful word before he acted. “Don’t!”
The Shaft then pinched her nipple between his two fingers as hard as he could and twisted. Agent Silver immediately felt her body explode with overwhelming pleasure, one of the strongest orgasms of her life forced instantaneously form her sex starved body. She opened her mouth to howl in pain and pleasure but her scream was so intense that no sound escaped her mouth.
Laughing with joy The Shaft let go of the cumming heroine and stepped back as she fell to the ground, convulsing as her orgasm rocked her body. As the climax started to subside Agent Silver went limp. Like most women with an active P-Gene if she came too hard or too often she was left depowered and weak.
Breathing heavily, knowing she had made a VERY big mistake trying to fight this man on her own, she looked up at her foe. His massively long cock was started to swell, growing thicker and harder. She weakly moaned and shuddered again, the sight of the quickly hardening black cock enough to make her cum a second time.
Grinning happily The Shaft moved forward so that he was standing over Agent Silver, his half erect cock dangling down into her face. He grabbed hold of it and started to get down on his knees. As he did this he slapped his cock down onto her face and started rubbing it from side to side, the massive thick veiny black shaft being slide from side to side over her nose.
Agent Silver pathetically started to struggle, but she was too weak to do much more than wiggle. And the smell of cock was being shoved into her nose, filling her senses with its musky disgusting scent.
At least that’s how Agent Silver’s mind felt about the smell, her body had different thoughts about the smell of cock. Her mouth slowly opened, her tongue slithering out to lick at the bottom of the big black cock as it was rubbing in her face, to taste the oh so male taste of its flesh. The Shaft laughed again and repositioned himself so that the tip of his cock was in her mouth. Agent Silver closed her eyes and took it deep into her mouth, starting to suck him off on pure instinct, losing the fight and giving into her bodies craving for cock.
Meanwhile The Shaft, now squatting over the cock crazed heroine, grabbed her costume with both hands and tore it open like it was made of tissue paper. He pulled away, his cock popping wetly out of her mouth as he stood, the woman pathetically lifting her head after him in a vain attempt to keep his dick in her mouth. He ripped away her costume till her torso, crotch, and ass were fully exposed. Then he looked down at her and smiled, amazed that the woman’s massive breasts looked even bigger out of the costume.
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her up onto her knees, marveling at how her breasts hung heavily down the front of her chest. They weren’t just big, they were dense and wide. They hung heavily, their mass trying to pull their shape down into the droopy tear drop shape of an older woman’s breasts. Yet they were so dense and thick that their mass for the most part kept a nearly circular shape.
“Those are some big fucking tits,” he mumbled, staring down at them and stroking his cock absentmindedly with one hand. “I need to see how they jiggle or if they are too dense to do that.”
As he spoke he grabbed his cock and lifted it up, shoving it into Agent Silver’s face. It still seemed only about two thirds hard but it was clear it wasn’t going to get any harder any time soon, almost as if there just wasn’t enough blood in The Shaft’s body to make it fully erect. He pressed his bulbous cockhead into the weakened heroine’s mouth, grabbing the back of her head and pressing it in towards his body as he moved his body closer to her.
She choked and gagged and weakly pressed against his legs as his cock moved first into the back of her mouth and then began to snake down her throat. It was so long and thick that she could feel her neck bulging from its girth working down her throat. Soon she was able only to breathe through her nose as her throat was filled completely with thick black cock. Even so, nearly half The Shaft’s length was still out of her mouth.
The Shaft, cock as deep as it could go without possibly doing permanent harm to the woman, then started fucking her throat, humping her face and holding her head in place. The weakened heroine kept choking, kept pressing pathetically against his bare legs. Tears began to stream down her face, making the dark eye makeup she had on run messily down her pale cheeks.
As he fucked her throat The Shaft stared down past his cock to the heroine’s huge, fat tits. He pounded her face harder, making them jiggle and shake. He marveled at the strange way the overly thick tit-meat moved. They were so thick and dense that they barely seemed to be breasts. They reminded him of something else and after a minute he realized what: a big thick ass! Her tits were so firm and dense they moved more like a thick firm ass then breasts.
That thought reminded him of the fact she had one of the biggest, fattest asses of any heroine he had ever had the joy to fuck. With a sudden lust for ass filling him he started to pull away from the woman, his cock evacuating the woman’s throat and then mouth, leaving behind the feeling of moist emptiness in Agent Silver.
With his inhumanly long cock out of her mouth, covered and dripping thick saliva, The Shaft roughly grabbed hold of the thick bodied, huge titted and fat assed heroine and flipped her over, pressing her face first onto the ground of the filthy alleyway. He showed no concern for either her comfort or health and seemed to revel in pressing down on her back and smashing her overlarge breasts into the filth and gravel that littered the ground.
Once she was pressed firmly into the ground he knelt down on top of her thighs, grabbing her huge plump ass cheeks and spreading them open. They were thick and meaty, even more so than her breasts. Once her ass cheeks were spread open he happily stared down at her puckered, filthy asshole and enjoyed the way he could see the bottom of her pussy from this angle. And like all humans with an active P-Gene she was totally hairless there, not a single pube on her pussy or around her asshole, the flesh perfectly smooth.
The Shaft then grabbed his saliva covered shaft and slapped the massively long cock down between her ass cheeks, the incredible length more than enough to run up from the bottom split of her cheeks up past the top cheeks and onto her lower back. Then, grabbing both cheeks, he pressed them in and around his shaft. Her ass was so fat that her cheeks were able to fully envelope his rod.
He then started humping her backside, using the plump flesh of her ass to hot dog his cock. He kept hold of her fat cheeks, keeping them pressed around his cock and leaning into her and pressing down on them as he furiously humped her ass.
Agent Silver placed one of her arms under her head, burying her face. She gasped and moaned in joy, her body reveling in the feel of cock sliding between her ass cheeks. Her body was still hungry for cock, oh so hungry, and it didn’t care in what manner a cock was using her. Just as long as she was being used.
But even though she had lost all control of her body her mind was still aware. She swam in a mental pool of disgust, shame, and revulsion. At The Shaft’s cock and the way her body was responding to it. As she continued to moan in pleasure she also started to sob soft tears of utter despair and humiliation. Her body, her foul cock craving body, had once again betrayed her lesbian mind that wanted nothing to do with men sexually.
After what felt to Agent Silver like an eternity of having her ass cheeks fucked The Shaft pulled away from her. He was breathing heavily and he moved with the frantic speed of a man who was close to climax.
“Don’t want to cum that way,” he mumbled. “Need pussy. And need to make sure her tits are visible to the damn camera when I blow my load.”
As he rambled to himself he bent over and grabbed hold of Agent Silver by the waist, easily lifting her heavy body up into the air with his superhumanly strong muscles. She dangled limply in his arms, sobbing quietly in defeated. Gravel and filth had been pressed into her breasts and some of it now remained attached to her body.
His cock had finally grown fully erect. It stood intimidatingly rigid and tall. The Shaft held the heroine’s body up above his cock then started to lower her down on it, carefully lining up her dripping wet cunt with his cock head. Once they touched he moved her body from side to side, feeling the tip of his cockhead moistly move through her pussy lips till he felt it resting in the opening of her cunt-hole.
Then, slowly, he started to press her body down on his cock, impaling her with it.
Agent Silver’s body tensed and she gasped as he slowly filled more and more of her. She was no longer crying and there was no sign of pleasure on her face, only fear. “Please,” she gasped. “There’s no way it will fit all the way inside of me! It’s far too long!!!”
The Shaft chuckled and kept pressing her further and further down the inhuman length of his cock. “Maybe. But maybe your superpowered body is so tough you can take every inch. Only one way to find out.”
Perhaps his last comment had been an empty threat or he simply had pressed as far into her body as was possible. Either way, he stopped pressing her down his shaft about two thirds of the way to his balls. He then adjusted his grip on her thick middle section and leaned forward, nibbling on her ear. “Ready to be broken on my monster black cock, you dumb fat ass white bitch?” he whispered in her ear.
Then, not waiting for a response, he started bouncing her body up and down his shaft.
Agent Silver moaned deep and long in pleasure. Her body bounced, her limbs limp and too weak to move. Her head bounced from side to side, her face a contorted mixture of pain and pleasure. Her limbs bounced about as if she was a rag doll. Her tits bounded heavily up and down, the gravel that had been stuck to her flesh quickly flying off. She started to wail loudly, a strange sound that was neither pleasure nor pain, but some perfect combination of the two.
The shaft grunted and groaned in pleasure, trying desperately to control his breathing and keep from blowing his load. But with each bounce of the heroine on his cock it became harder to hold back. Her cunt was just so moist and thickly tight. It felt like her body was trying to milk his cock dry and he had no doubt it would. But he wanted to be sure of something before he started to cum.
He looked around, searching for a barely visible shimmer in the air. Finally he spotted, straight ahead of him. The nearly invisible camera bot was floating there, recording everything. He looked around the woman’s body in his hands, realizing with a smile that it was less like he was fucking her and more like he was using her body to jerk off with. Just as he had hoped her massive tits were bouncing heavily up and down as he jerked her up and down his shaft. He looked from their bouncing bulk to the camera. “Bet they look tasty bouncing like that,” he said.
Then, feeling he had hopefully earned a few bonus points from the breast loving Game Master, he let himself cum. He groaned, his muscles all tensing and his hanging balls tightening as his huge, thick load of cum was sent rocketing up his long shaft.
Agent Silver felt the blast of cum fill her insides. The pressure was incredible. Clearly the man’s body had compensated for the length of his cock my building up the muscles that sent his ejaculate out of his body. She felt him ejaculating inside of her at least three times as strong as she had ever felt a man cum inside of her.
The feeling pushed her over the edge and she came again, as strong as the first time she had cum at this villain’s hand. The orgasm was too powerful, too much for her already weakened body. With quiet gasp and a surprised look of intense pleasure the heroine shuddered then went totally limp as her eyes fell closed.
She had cum herself unconscious.
The Shaft, feeling she had passed out, started to laugh in triumph. Breathing heavily, looking sleepy and sated, he started to slowly lift her up off his cock. It was already growing soft and as he pulled her body up off it the length of long black cock meat started to slide out of her.
When his cock popped out of her cunt there was only a brief moment before the superhumanly sized load of cum The Shaft had deposited into her cunt began to leak out in big thick globs that dripped down onto the ground.
The Shaft carried her over to the door she had been smoking by and sat her next to it, leaning her up against the wall. She was passed out, her costume ripped off of her and only the sleeves and legs still intact, her massive tits resting in her lap, thick and dense. Her legs were spread open, cum still leaking from her cunt and pooling on the ground under her. Her head lolled to the side, the black eye makeup that had once adorned her eyes messily running down her face, making it clear she had at one point been covered in tears and sweat.
“What a beautiful sight,” The Shaft said looking at her, then turned to the barely visible camera and winked.
* * *
“ A surprisingly good showman,” The Game Master mumbled as he typed some notes into the computer before him. “He’ll be one to watch out for, although I feel he lucked into fucking this one so early in the week.”
“Two points for coming in second place,” he said. “One point for the target. And let’s see… two points for style. I loved how he finished with her tits bouncing like that but there was a lack of tittyfucking. Would have loved to see her pale, white meat-mountains wrapped around his black cock.”
He looked at his notes, did some quick math, then typed in The Shaft’s score for the week. “Five points. A respectable showing for a supervillain who is, from everything I have heard, little more than hired muscle.”
Week One Third Place
As soon as the door to her office was closed Heleena the Healer locked it behind the client that had just left. With a heavy, exhausted sigh she walked across the small waiting room and sat down behind the front desk. Leaning back in the chair she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before slowing letting it out. The act was supposed to calm her nerves, but as her chest inflated with the deep breath she was made painfully aware of how large and heavy her breasts were at that time.
Begrudgingly she opened her eyes and sat up, looking down at her chest. The costume she wore resembled a retro nurse’s outfit, all part of her superheroine persona as Megatropolis’ healer of the superpowered. She had the ability to heal any human with an active P-Gene with but a touch. But aiding people this way caused her breasts to swell and grow, becoming sore and painfully full of milk. Only after she expressed the liquid that built up in her expanded breasts would they shrink back down to their normal, manageable size.
Her breasts at the moment were quite large, her quick visual estimation being they were big enough to fill a G cup bra. Of course she wore no bra at the moment, she never did. Her breasts were always changing size which made wearing one impossible.
She’d need to go and express the milk built up inside of them and soon. Once her breasts got this big her ability to heal started to weaken and sometimes gave out altogether. It was her duty to be prepared to heal whoever showed up at her office’s front door no matter the time of day.
Still feeling weary, she pushed herself up onto her feet and started to turn back towards the examination room. She kept some breast pumps hidden in there with various other medical supplies. The local superpowered community knew that healing caused her breasts to grow, but only a small few knew about the lactation and she preferred to keep it that way because she felt rather ashamed of it.
As she moved towards the examination room a loud, frantic knock on her front door began to sound. A moment later the doorbell buzzed. Someone had arrived in need of her services, expressing her milk would have to wait.
On the other side of the door into Heleena the Healer’s clinic stood a tall, awkwardly thin figure. He was dressed in a form fitting costume made of silvery metallic fabric that looked like something out of a cheesy 1950’s sci-fi B-movie. Adding to this “alien” impression was the fact that his skin was bright green and the top of his head was totally bald and misshapen, as if his brain were three sizes too large.
The man was Brain Master, a supervillain with a superhuman intelligence and the ability to control other’s minds. It was not unheard of for villains to show up at Heleena’s clinic. She vowed to heal all she could, regardless of what side of the law they lived on.
But Brain Master showed no sign of being injured. Nervously she looked through the spy hole built into the door. He looked to be unarmed but he carried a metal briefcase in one hand that made her nervous. The villain had a reputation for conduction perverse experiments on the heroines he defeated. That made her nervous, as did the fact that the man had never paid her a visit before. Luckily the entrance into her clinic was heavily reinforced exactly so she could control the kind of person that was allowed entry.
Brain Master stepped closer to the front door, putting his hands flat on it as if trying to sense what was on the other side of the reinforced entryway. He leaned forward, placing his forehead on the door and closing his eyes, concentrating.
On the other side of the door Heleena was trying to watch him through the spy hole. But now her eyes glazed over and she pulled back from the door. She stood up straight, staring blankly ahead and holding perfectly still.
Outside the door Brain Master still had his head against the obstacle. His eyes remained closed but a predatory, hungry smile had spread across his face. “Open the door,” he muttered. “Unlock it. Let me in.” He pulled back and waited, listening to the locks on the other side being undone.
The door opened to reveal an African-American woman dressed in a nurse’s outfit. She was thin and of average height, although her huge frizzy afro made her seem much taller. At the moment she had breasts that looked far too large for her small frame. The fact that she stood as if she was unused to their size and weight only increased the impression of them not truly belonging on her body.
Her expression was blank and devoid of any emotion or intelligence. She simply stared straight ahead as if she didn’t currently see the world around her, as if her brain had been turned off. Brain Master nodded at this, pleased by the sight.
He took his time coming into the woman’s clinic, waiting for the nearly invisible robot that was following him to float into the room before slowly closing the front door and securing the many locks on it. He wanted to make sure that his time with the good healer would be both recorded and that there would be no interruptions.
When he was done her turned to the woman standing before him. “Do you know who I am?” he asked her.
“You are the supervillain known as Brain Master,” Heleena said. She spoke slowly and without any emotion, sounding more like a robot than like a woman.
“And do you understand what I have done to you?” As he asked this question he raised a hand up and placed two fingers on the side of his forehead, wincing slightly as if concentrating on something.
“Yes, I understand,” Heleena said in that same slow, emotionless tone of voice. “You have put me under your mental control. I am now your slave and I must obey your every mental and verbal command. I do what you want me to do and say what you want me to say.”
Brain Master laughed happily. “God I love making them say shit like this.” He glanced over at the barely visible bot as he spoke, talking to whatever audience he might have. “I know I’m putting the words into her mouth but it’s still a joy to hear her say them.”
He looked back at Heleena. “Before we get down to business I need to see the goods. From the looks of things you’ve healed a lot of people today. You don’t realize it, but I made sure of that. Controlling heroines and criminals one at a time, making them fight and ensuring the heroines got plenty hurt then planting the driving impulse to come to you to be healed. Had to make sure you were plenty busty before I showed up. Now take your clothes off and let’s see how big those black titties of yours have gotten today.”
Heleena began unbuttoning the front of her costume, moving with slow stiff movements. Soon she was undressed and stood before Brain Master, her spine perfectly rigid and her large breasts pressed out for him to admire.
“Mmmm…. Yes, very nice,” he said as he slowly stalked around her, admiring her exposed breasts from every angle. “Quite large, and look how heavy they are! They sag down your front so beautifully.” He stop before her and reached out, gently cupping one of her breasts and lifting it slightly. “And so heavy! Could the rumors I’ve heard be true?”
He spread his fingers out and grabbed hold of her breast then gave it a firm squeeze. Heleena gasped slightly, a sound that melted into a feminine moan of pleasure as Brain Master kept squeezing her tit. At the same time a small stream of white milk squirted from her nipple, shooting out and hitting the front of Brain Master’s costume.
“So it IS true! Your tits fill up with milk when they grow after healing. We’ll have to make use of that.” He started moving around her, caressing her breasts as he did. Once he was standing behind her he moved in so his front was pressed into her back. He moved his hands so that he had hold of the bottom of her large, heavy breasts. He started groping them, squeezing firmly till milk began to leak from her dark nipples.
He leaned to the side and smiled up at the nearly invisible camera. “So much milk in these gallon jugs. Need to get some of it out.” He squeezed harder, till the leaking milk turned into exploding wet jets that arced out before the mind controlled heroine. He squeezed and squeezed till the carpet before Heleena was visibly damp and soaked through.
Eventually he let go of her breasts and pulled away from her. “What fun we are going to have. And with the tools you have here in this medical clinic of yours I bet we can make that fun extra special.” He paused and walked around to the front of the woman. “Show me what things you have that could be used to sexually humiliate you,” he said, leaning in and pointing the top of his head at her, reading her mind.
After a moment he pulled away, smiling with barely contained joy. He glanced over at the camera bot. “Give me a few minutes to get her ready. Then come in after me.” He then started walking to one of the examination rooms in the back of the clinic, waving for Heleena to follow him.
He glanced back at her and frowned slightly. “Best make you forget seeing me talk to the camera, wouldn’t want you remembering that and discovering the game you are part of.” His brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed for a moment, then his face eased. “There, all gone!”
They disappeared back into the examination room, leaving the camera robot behind. It waited about five minutes then hovered across the waiting room, floating into the examination room.
Off to one side of the room was an examination chair with stirrups extended out, obviously set up for gynecological exams. Heleena the Healer was in the chair, naked with her legs spread open and strapped into the stirrups. Her arms were behind her and were securely tied to the back of the examination chair. She still had a blank, unintelligent look on her face that made her state of bondage seem odd.
Beside her stood Brain Master, rubbing his hands together eagerly as he watched the shimmer of the camera robot float into the room. On the counter behind him lay the metal briefcase he had been carrying. The item was open and it was clear that the rope that now held Heleena in place had come from inside of it.
But the case was far from empty and it was to it that Brain Master now turned. He rummaged through the contents for a moment and eventually pulled something out, holding it up as if inspecting it but in reality making it so the camera could clearly see it. The item was a medical syringe full of an opaque liquid, the IntelliTek corporations logo stamped on the side.
Still holding the syringe up in the air he turned to Heleena and gave her a hungry look, his eyes darting down to her large breasts. “I think if I’m going to really enjoy this I need you back to your normal self,” he said. A moment later his brow seemed to relax as if some slight almost unnoticed but constant strain had been removed from his mind.
Heleena blinked, looked around, then blinked again as if waking from a strange dream. Then her eyes zeroed in on Brain Master and they narrowed, her blank expression becoming one of extreme anger. “How dare you! No one dares come into my clinic and abuse me in this way! You’ve just made a grave mistake. You are going to find that every superheroine in the city and many of the supervillains will after you, looking to punish you for daring to attack me in this way! Everyone knows I’m off limits because I help both sides!”
Brain Master simply stood quietly and listened as she angrily berated and threatened him, thrashing in vain to break free from her bindings. When she seemed to seemed to run out of steam he cocked his head to the side and asked, “Is that everything?” Heleena’s only response was to glare at him with such intensity that he actually took a step back away from her. A moment later he had regained his composure. “I suppose I should inform you of how this is going to end, so that you can see how empty all your threats of me suffering grave consequences for having a little fun with you are.”
“Empty?” she scoffed. “They aren’t empty. As soon as I let the superpowered community of Megatropolis know what happened here—” Her voice trailed off as she spoke and her angry expression turned to one of first shock and then fear. “No! You wouldn’t. You CAN’T!”
“Figured it out, did you?” Brain Master said with a triumphant smile. He tapped his bulbous, bald, green head. “With my powers I can mentally control someone, read their minds, read their memories. Even…” he paused to raise his eyebrows in anticipation, “…erase memories! That means once I’m done playing doctor with you you won’t remember any of it.”
Heleena looked as if she was about to either scream in despair or start to cry. She did neither, taking a deep breath and glaring at the supervillain. “Fine. Do your worst you perverted creep.”
Brain Master cocked his head to the side again, giving her a strange look. “What’s that? Is the patient not in a willing state for the procedure? My, we can’t have that, now can we? I suppose we’ll have to administer a drug to get her more in the mood for the procedure. Of course, we’ll first have to prepare the injector.”
Heleena’s eyes darted to the syringe still held in his hand.
“Oh no,” Brain Master said with a chuckle. “This is only the drug that will get you in the mood,” he said looking to the syringe. “But THIS is the injector we will need for the main procedure.” As he said the word “this” he grabbed his crotch and started to open the fly. A moment later he had pulled out a HUGE green cock. Inhumanly long and plenty thick, it hung down past his knees. It was already growing chubby, slowly swelling up and growing more and more rigid.
Heleena stared at the monster green cock, her eyes open wide in shock. “That’s too big!” she gasped.
“It’s never too big for a woman with an active P-Gene,” Brain Master said mater-of-factly. “But as I said, we need to get you in the proper mood first.”
He held is cock in one hand, absentmindedly playing with it as it continued to get harder. He started moving closer to her, aiming the tip of the syringe at one of her breasts as he moved in. Heleena started wildly thrashing about, trying first to break free and then, when she found she was tied to tightly to the chair for any hope of that, she tried moving away from the approaching needle. But it was all in vain and she knew it, the villain would soon be injecting her with… what? She realized she didn’t know what was in the syringe and that filled her with fear.
“What is in that?” she screamed, her voice desperate and full of unrestrained fear.
“Just a little Libidonol,” Brain Master said with a crooked smile.
“No!” Heleena shouted. She knew exactly what that drug would do to her, all superheroines did. But unlike most heroines Heleena the Healer had never actually had the drug used on her. Knowing what was about to happen, but only knowing from a clinical and not a personal perspective, made the impending peril even more terrifying to her.
She screamed in pain and fear as Brain Master jabbed the needle into her left breast. The villain laughed as he pushed down the plunger and forced the drug into the woman’s body. As soon as the fluid inside the syringe was fully injected into her he pulled the needle and took a step backing, his face full of expectation.
There was a brief moment after the needle was out of her that Heleena was still screaming in terror. But in less than a heart beat the scream died. Heleena’s eyes rolled up into her head and she began to shudder and moan low and deep from intense pleasure. Her whole body tensed then tightened as she arched her back, pressing against bindings as the single most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced was forced from her body. There was a wet gushing sound as a stream of thick fluid sprayed from her pussy. At the same time jets of milk started to squirt from her nipples. It was an explosively wet orgasm that Brain Master hoped would please the Game Master.
The climax lasted a long time. But finally Heleena’s body went limp, her only movement the heaving of her breasts as she breathed heavily. Yet this didn’t last. A moment later her eyes were open and she had a mad, crazed look on her face. Her eyes darted wildly around the room till she saw Brain Master’s monster green cock. “Fuck me,” she barked. “Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me!” she started yelling, pulling at her bindings and trying to get closer to Brain Master.
“My, my, the Libidonol worked wonders on you,” he said, placing the now empty syringe down on a nearby counter and grabbing his cock with two hands, stroking it as it finished hardening. “I’ve never seen a woman react so strongly to it! As you obviously knew as soon as a person is dosed they have a strong initial orgasm, and then after words they are filled with the need to fuck no matter the consequences. It’s pretty clear why this drug was never approved for public use. It’s just too powerful and leads to such a delicious loss of self control. Luckily for men like me it’s readily available on the black market!”
Heleena was clearly not listening to him. She was still pulling at her bindings, trying to get closer to the man before her. Her eyes were locked on his cock and she was screaming, “Fuck me!” over and over again.
“I’ll fuck you,” he finally said, stepping up to the examination chair and standing between her spread legs. “I’ll fuck you hard and deep. But you have to do something for me first.”
Heleena’s eyes were frantic, wild. “Anything,” she said, her voice full of pathetic desperation.
Brain Master let go of his cock, leaned forward, and grabbed the back of her head, pulling it forward then pressing it down. He then let go and grabbed both of her big black breasts. He lifted them up to her face, squeezing them together so her nipples touched and then shoved them into her mouth. “Suck on them. Suck and drink from your own tits. I want to see you drinking your milk and deflating these big black tits while I fuck you.”
The woman immediately started doing just that. She sucked so tightly that her nipples stayed in her mouth even after Brain Master let go of her breasts.
He acted quickly after that, grabbing his now fully erect cock and pressing it into the dark fleshy folds of her glistening moist pussy. Thanks to her previous squirting she was so wet that he was able to easily slide into her. Heleena moaned and her eyes rolled up into her head as he started to enter her, his insertion of his cock obviously making her cum again. Yet she kept sucking on her nipples, kept her tits vacuumed tight to her lips.
The barely visible camera shifted to the side and adjusted its height to get a better angle as Brain Master started fucking Heleena. It took him some time of pressing in then pulling back out and pressing back in to loosening her up, but in the end he proved himself correct: she was able to take nearly his full length.
As the minutes went by he started fucking her harder and harder, making the examination chair rock slightly. Eventually he was pounding her so hard that first one and then the other of her tits was knocked out of her mouth. They fell free, a jet of milk squirting out of them as they bounced back up. Brain Master looked at them and was happy to see that they DID look visibly deflated, no longer so full and dense, like her tits had been hollowed out. Clearly they had been drained of quite a bit of milk. But as they bounced softly up and down as he pounded her there was still the occasion squirting of milk out of her nipples, proving her tits hadn’t been totally drained yet.
The sight of her now saggy breasts bouncing and flopping about as he pounded her was too arousing of a sight for the green skinned supervillain and soon Brain Master was rocketing towards sexual climax. What ended up pushing him over the edge was Heleena cumming. She had been cumming every few minutes, her cunt muscles tightening around his cock. Finally one of these moments of added tightness was enough to make him groan in pleasure.
Instead of cumming inside of her he quickly pulled out, grabbing his cock and pointing it up at Heleena. He was already ejaculating as he pulled out of her. But he was a man with an active P-Gene, which meant he ejaculated a far bigger load of semen than a normal man. There was more shooting out of him than any normal man ejaculated in five or six times. It blasted out in thick gobs, splattering first on her pussy then up over her stomach and then onto her big sagging breasts as he lifted his cock in the air. One final thick glob of semen shot out and arced perfectly up towards her head, landing in a line up the middle of her face.
Brain Master stumbled back, having to right himself on a counter to keep from falling. He looked tired and sated to the point of distraction. After a minute of heavy breathing and looking down to watch his cock slowly grow soft he looked up and seemed to remember where he was.
Heleena lay passed out in the examination chair, her legs still spread open and cum running down the front of her body. Brain Master was unsurprised by this. The Libidonol had made her cum tons and like most heroines cumming that much had weakened Heleena till the point she pass out. He was actually happy about that, it would make cleaning her up and then wiping her memories of his visit much easier.
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“Mmmm… yes, how delicious!” the Game Master declared as he watched Brain Master begin to clean up. “That will be one point for coming in third. One point for the target’s value. And let’s say three points for style!”
He typed the information into the computer then leaned back, swiveling his chair to the side and looking at the large monitor that displayed all of the other camera bot’s feeds at once. He reached forward and turned the monitor off.
“I’m sure most or even all of them will manage to fuck one of the other targets before Friday. But they won’t score any points and I better not watch less I’m tempted to give out extra points for impressive cock-manship.” He sat and smiled at the black monitor. “I wonder how long it will take the busty superpowered women of Megatropolis to realize something different is happening to them? They are all pretty used to being defeated and fucked. But this… this will start to feel different to them. But how long will that take? Weeks? Months? And when they do realize what is happening will they try to stop us, stop me?”
He let the questions hang in the air. He’d discover the answers in time. But for now he had a game to run.
Week One Scoring
“What a great starting week!” the shadowed visage of the Game Master declared to the crowd of assembled men. “As you can see the leader board has been updated. And as you all have also noticed the recordings of the winning events are being played on a loop on the large monitors around the room. On a table by the door you will also all find some small flash drives which contain the recordings so they can be viewed in private.
“You will also notice one of the monitors in the back of the room displaying a list of all of the targets for a game with their updated point values. Those who were scored this week were zeroed out and after that every target had a point added to their value. So there are now some targets worth less than others. As the weeks continue the disparity in point value of the targets will only increase.
“It is clear that there will come a point where some targets are worth enough points to help jump you upwards in the leader board. I know what you’re thinking. Won’t these targets become the only ones people go after? Well, I doubt it. Some of these targets are going to be much harder to target, especially as the weeks go on and the busty superpowered women of the city grow more paranoid about being defeated and fucked.
“But that is not why I think you all won’t just be going for the targets worth the most points. As you all now realize you have no way of knowing if you fucked a target early enough in the week to score points, not till you all come here for this meeting Friday evening. I’m thinking most of you are going to be choosing a quick easy fuck over one that takes more planning for fear of earning no points.”
The assembled men all began to murmur mostly in agreement.
“Now, since you are all going to be spending at least one evening here in this secret meeting place every week I want you to know that this space, which right now is little more than an empty room with large monitors on the walls, will be undergoing some changes. I plan on using some of my vast recourses to refurbish this space and turn it into a well furnished gentleman’s club that will be well stocked with snacks and the finest alcohols and perhaps a rack of Cuban cigars for those that want them.”
The men all applauded at this.
“One more thing,” Game Master said, his voice suddenly more businesslike. “I’ve decided to extend the number of scoring positions each week. From now on the fourth contestant to fuck a target will also score points. So going forward first place will earn you four points, second will earn you three, third will earn you two, and fourth place a single point.
“Now go home and get some rest,” The Game Master said. “It’s Friday evening and you all have the whole weekend to recharge. A new round of our game starts at 12:01 am Monday morning!”
Week One Leader Board:
David Daringwood – 8 Points
The Shaft – 5 Points
Brain Master – 5 Points
Crimson Cyborg – 0 Points
The Dicktator – 0 Points
Eros’ Arrow – 0 Points
The Gasser – 0 Points
The Grower – 0 Points
Sleepmeister – 0 Points
Target values going into week two:
Agent Purple – 2
Agent Silver – 1
Amazonia – 2
Archbaroness – 2
Bovine Justice – 2
Brickhouse – 2
Crimson Tide – 2
Electro-Girl – 2
The Enlarger – 1
Fire – 2
Freya – 2
Gravity Girl – 2
Heleena the Healer – 1
Lady Centurion – 2
Lady Midnight – 2
Mary-Annette – 2
Miss Mexicana – 2
Opal Enchantress – 2
Pink Obsession – 2
Psychia – 2
Pussy Whip – 2
Sister Tempest – 2
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