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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: the entry is a long one at just over 7,500 words. the main character ends up being drugged and the scene walks an unsteady line between dub and non-con (as many scenes in this story does). Actual heat centers on analilingus and cunnilingus.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: In Over Her Head Part One

Luna Moth flew through the night, soaking in moonlight from a mostly clear sky. She was looking to blow off steam by finding someone to beat up, someone that she could unleash the full might of her powers on.

Let it be the Glam Gals, she thought as she surveyed the city below her. I’ve been afraid of a straight on rematch since that first night they defeated me. Afraid I’m not strong enough, afraid of what they’ll do if they defeat me again. Afraid I’ll LIKE it. But I’m not afraid anymore. After handling Psigirl’s arrival so well I’m not afraid of anything anymore.

There had been no sign of the Glam Gals in all their normal haunts. It seemed that since their victory over the Klepto Cats the gang had either been lying low or keeping their criminal activity to daylight hours.

Luna Moth made a mental note of that. I need to warn Glitterburst. If they ARE sticking to the daytime more she’ll start having run-ins with them, which hasn’t happened yet.

Thinking about Glitterburst left a happy, warm feeling inside Luna Moth. Her girlfriend left her feeling safe, assured, and calm. It was the opposite of what she felt when she thought about Psigirl. Thinking about HER left Luna Moth feeling upset, cold, unsafe, confused, and agitated.

I have to stop thinking about her, she told herself. I have to put her out of my mind or it’s going to drive me mad.

But Luna Moth knew it would be hard. Thinking about the girl might make her feel a plethora of bad feelings, but it brought a rush of good ones as well. She’d cared so deeply for her… Psigirl had been her first. Her first sexual partner. Her first love. The love was still there even if a large part of her didn’t want it to be.

And so was the attraction. Enough time had gone by that Luna Moth had forgotten just how attractive she found Psigirl.

Perhaps part of how she’d forgotten that was because she’d been with so many stunningly sexy women since arriving at Sapphica City. But she suspected it was more that Psigirl wasn’t really her type. The girl was small and flat chested. That was practically the opposite of the kind of woman she lusted most after. Psigirl was also mean. Luna Moth didn’t like mean. She liked sweet and passionate. Domineering and commanding was nice, too, but not mean.

Luna Moth found herself thinking about how she’d been able to stomach how mean Psigirl had always been. I always knew what a right little monster she could be to everyone else, Luna Moth thought as she mentally flipped through distant memories. But she was never that way with ME. I was so desperate for female attention and then so lovesick for her I ignored so much of what I didn’t like in her…

Her expression hardened as a dark thought ran through her mind. Did I choose to ignore what I didn’t want to see, or did she MAKE me overlook it? I still have no idea how much of what I felt for her was real or was just something she made me feel. How can I trust that she’s changed, that she just won’t manipulate me the same way again?

The dark thoughts were chased away by the sparkling light of Glitterburst’s voice running through her mind. “I know you think she has the potential to be a monster, that she could easily become a terrifying supervillainess. Maybe that’s true. But that’s NOT who I saw today. She was a scared, lovesick girl ashamed of what she’s done and desperate to earn back her lost love’s affection.”

I WANT Glitterburst to be right about her, Luna Moth thought as she let out a weary sigh. I miss her… And as mad as I was it was SO darned hard not touching Psigirl. Not pulling her in for a hug… Not kissing her. And there’s room in my life for her. Glitterburst has made it clear she doesn’t mind me taking other lovers… As long as Psigirl does the work to earn me back, if she makes it so I feel safe with her, I CAN let her back in.

Luna Moth got distracted by a bright, pulsing light in the distance. It was just the right kind of brightness and color to activate the part of her mind that was so fascinated with certain lights. She shifted the direction she was flying, moving in a transfixed, mindless haze towards the pulsing light.

Only as she got closer was she able to shake off her reckless “moth-brained” fixation with the light. Her mind raced into action, taking in her surroundings and realizing she’d let herself fly into danger.

She dived from the sky, landing on the nearest roof and hoping the crowd of people below hadn’t seen her. After willing her glowing wings to disappear, then finding a hiding place she could observe what was going on below, she was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The sinister group below were so engrossed with what they were doing they’d failed to notice her or her glowing wings flying above.

Luna Moth was looking down at the loading dock of a warehouse. The lights that had drawn her to the scene were coming from drones that hovered around, some flashing lights at each other as though that was how they communicated, and others welding things to the semi trucks robotic workers were busy unloading.

Many of the drones followed the workers, making alterations to the robots as they went about their tasks. The chaos of everything below was a little overwhelming so it took Luna Moth some time to take it all in then process what she was seeing.

Seeing so many of the robotic workers was an alarming sight. They’d used Synthomen at The Academy as sparing partners. Luna Moth had always found the artificial humans disturbing. Their smooth, human-shaped bodies looked metallic, yet their “skin” felt disturbingly real. Their construction and maintenance required the kind of super science that wasn’t common in the normal world. Only the largest corporations or organizations that employed superhumans with super intelligence had access to them.

Luna Moth knew a seedy-looking warehouse being stocked in the middle of the night by robots wasn’t likely to be part of a legal operation. The fact those robots were heavily modified made her even more suspicious, as modifying Synthomen was frowned upon.

Most of them don’t look like Synthomen anymore, Luna Moth thought as she stared down at the robots. The drones are modifying them so they look female, not male. I’ve never heard of a ‘Synthowoman’ before, but I can’t imagine those robots down there have any other name.

Looking inside an open loading dock Luna Moth could see a row of large coffin-sized crates. A swarm of drones hovered above them, busily working on whatever was inside them. Part of the swarm parted as a freshly modified Synthowoman sat up and climbed out of the crate.

The sight made Luna Moth gasp. Who could need so many robotic minions? What have I stumbled upon? Is this another one of Lilith’s operations, or is this something new to the city?

 A group of women walked out of the warehouse into sight, causing Luna Moth to duck out of sight. After waiting a few moments she cautiously peaked out from her hiding place, making sure the women hadn’t spotted her. None of them were looking up, so she felt safe to watch them, but made sure she stayed as well hidden as she could.

There were four women. Three of them were large. Each was muscular and busty in a way that made it clear they had superpowers.

One of the stronger women was exceptionally tall and FAR bustier than the other two. Her long hair was a vibrant, almost neon red and done up in fancy curls. She wore a revealing red and black costume that showed off how slender and well-muscled she was, while also drawing attention to her overlarge breasts.

Luna Moth thought the way the costume worked to draw attention to the woman’s breasts was unnecessary. They were large in a way only superhuman women’s breasts got and would have been impossible not to notice no matter how she was dressed.

Most odd, at least to Luna Moth, was what the tall woman had written on her chest. The words “Thinking Cap” were scrawled on the chest of her costume, stretched out slightly by her overlarge breasts.

She has to be a supervillainess, Luna Moth thought. They ALL have to be supervillainesses.

Although nowhere near as tall or busty as the supervillainess with the curly neon red hair, the other two muscular women were just as striking. Both of them wore blue police caps, bulky thigh-high boots, and a skimpy jacket that looked like it had been stolen from a stripper pretending to be a cop. Neither woman wore pants and their jackets hung open, revealing they wore nothing under what little clothing they did have on.

Both women had similar builds, and with their matching outfits Luna Moth doubted she’d be able to tell them apart from the distance she was at if not for their hair. One had long, vibrant pink hair while the other had equally long, purple hair.

Then there was the fourth woman below. She was a petite Asian girl who looked barely of age, although assuming she was a superhuman she was potentially much older than she looked. With long purple hair that hung almost to her butt and sweet, cute girlish features she looked even smaller and more fragile looking surrounded by the other towering, brutish women.

The three muscular supervillainesses were obviously bruisers and working as muscle. With the way they were milling around keeping an eye on the robotic swarm busy at work around them she assumed they were little more than henchwomen there to protect the operation.

Thanks to the grease-stained coveralls the petite girl wore Luna Moth assumed she was a servant of some kind as well, perhaps there just to oversee the robots. But as she watched it quickly became clear the small girl was running the operation. Aside from keeping busy typing in commands to a tablet, she often bossed the other three around, pointing and having the two “cop” bruisers help bring heavier crates in.

The huge breasted goon kept close to the small supervillainess. Luna Moth started to think she was the petite girl’s bodyguard, then something strange happened that left Luna Moth confused.

She watched as the petite girl shoved her tablet into the front pocket of her coveralls and huffed angrily. She started rubbing her temples and looked like she was nearly in tears of frustration.

The tall, large-breasted woman rushed to her side, saying something to her that seemed to calm her. She then picked the girl up and carried her to a small box about the size of a chair, which she sat the girl on. After that she loomed behind her, leaned over her as she lifted her overlarge breasts up, then lowered them onto the girl’s head.

Luna Moth watched in rapt confusion as both women’s eyes began to glow bright red. The petite girl shivered, looking relaxed as though the weight of the tall woman’s breasts had eased everything that had been frustrating her.

Perhaps it’s some weird, kinky method of calming her, Luna Moth thought. No, it has to be more than that. Their glowing eyes make it seem like one of them is using a power on the other.

After the initial moment of looking calmed the petite girl’s expression became serious. She looked deep in thought, stroking her chin like a cartoon villain plotting their next evil plan.

Luna Moth looked at the tall woman’s breasts resting on the girl’s head. She reread what was written on them. “Thinking Cap”.

“No,” Luna Moth mouthed. It can’t be that simple… or that silly, she thought as she giggled. It can’t be that the tall woman’s power is to supercharge someone’s mind by resting her breasts on their head! It just CAN’T.

But she knew it COULD. There had been plenty of people at The Academy whose powers had been disturbingly or comically sexual in nature. Most had washed out and never graduated, but knowing most of THOSE went on to become supervillains it suggested her assumptions might be correct.

The small supervillainess reached up and patted the sides of the large breasts on her head, signaling she was done with them. After the towering supervillainess stood up the little one looked like an all new woman who had been mentally recharged.

After pulling her tablet out of the front pocket of her overalls where she’d stored it and typing a few quick commands she looked shocked then excited. Luna Moth watched her wave for the two half-naked brutes to come to her. The girl barked commands at them, sending them away.

Luna Moth tensed when she saw them heading toward the building she was hiding on top of. Could I somehow have been spotted? Did she send them to come look for me?

She was distracted from her worries by the sight of a police car pulling up. Neither the small girl nor the tall, large-breasted woman seemed surprised or worried about the new arrival. That confused Luna Moth, and she grew even more confused when she saw the lone occupant of the car get out.

That’s Chief Shrivastava! What is she doing here? The supervillainesses seem eager to see her, but the chief doesn’t look too happy to be here. She looks mad and frustrated, but also subservient?

A horrible thought occurred to Luna Moth. Could Chief Shrivastava be working with these women? Or working FOR them? No… No, Chief Shrivastava would never become corrupt. She’s a valiant, honest woman.

But there she was, conversing submissively with the petite supervillainess. Luna Moth’s heart broke a little when she realized she might have been so very wrong about the woman she’d both admired and been insanely attracted to. Then there was the realization that if the woman WAS corrupt it would completely change the context of their sexual encounter.

Chief Shrivastava had been holding a folder full of documents that she now handed over. The petite girl eagerly took it and looked through the papers, nodding excitedly as she read them.

What is in those papers? What is going on?! What have I stumbled into here? And what do I do? I can’t go down there and try to confront them… There’s too many of those Synthowomen and drones. And even without them there’s the three brutes standing guard.

No, she realized, remembering the two half naked bruisers had been sent away. Only one. Where did the other two go?

Luna Moth stood up, backing away from the roof’s ledge. “It’s time to get out of here,” Luna Moth muttered.

The air in front of Luna Moth shimmered as a cloaked drone appeared before her. Before the shocked superheroine could react it sent a cloud of thick gas blasting into her face.

Luna Moth stumbled back, coughing. The world spun around her as she started to feel too weak to stand. She stumbled then fell to her knees, remaining there as she struggled to remain conscious.

The sound of the door leading onto the roof opening then closing behind Luna Moth helped her focus on remaining conscious. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” a deep female voice said from behind Luna Moth. “Seems like Metis’ pretty lights attracted a nosy, empty-brained moth.”

“Empty brained but look at that body,” a second woman with a similar voice replied. “I’m enjoying the sight of her from behind on her knees. Can’t wait to flip that slutty little skirt up and get my hands on her perky little ass.”

“I’m more eager to get my hands and mouth on the other side of her,” the first woman said as they both approached the helpless Luna Moth. “Let’s have a little fun with her before we bring her down so Metis and Thinking Cap can decide how THEY want to do with, or to her.”

Has to be the two supervillainesses I lost track of, Luna Moth thought as she struggled to prepare for what was about to happen. She’d been stupid staying to spy on the group for as long as she had, and now she was going to pay. She wanted to lie to herself and say the prospect of being taken advantage of by multiple supervillainesses at once didn’t already have her shamefully turned on, but whatever had been in the gas sprayed into her face had left her too weak to addle minded to do so.

When one of the women grabbed her upper arms and yanked her to her feet Luna Moth let out a little moan of excitement that shamed her deeply. It also left her wondering just how much of her current extreme arousal was from her shameful desire to be used by the two supervillainesses was natural. Had there been something in that gas that was helping her desires along? She had no doubt the situation would have her turned her on, but now that one of the women had hold of her she was realizing she was getting TOO turned on too quickly.

A gassing leaving me helpless that’s also drugged my body to leave me hyper-sexual? I should by angry and terrified but I’m not… I’m just excited, and ashamed, which makes me even MORE excited.

The supervillainess holding her from behind turned Luna Moth to face her partner, revealing the two women were exactly who Luna Moth had thought they were. She saw that the one standing in front of her was the pink-haired one, meaning the one holding her had to be the purple-haired one. The woman smirked evilly at Luna Moth, amused by the way the drugged and helpless heroine was drinking in the sight of her muscular, mostly exposed body.

Luna Moth’s eyes lingered on the woman’s large, firm, well-shaped breasts before visually slithering down her front. The woman’s hard, washboard abs did all the right things to Luna Moth at the moment, dialing up her arousal at being manhandled by a woman so much stronger than her.

By the time Luna Moth’s eyes reached the supervillainess’ crotch the helpless girl was shaking with anticipation. Memories fluttered through her mind of past defeats, of her enemies sitting on her face and making her eat them out. When her eyes fell on the woman’s hairless sex she was moaning and licking her lips, the most submissive animal part of her hoping for a repeat of the forced face sitting.

From the distance she’d observed them earlier she’d not been able to see that this woman had a small tattoo just above and to the side of her upper pubic mound. In time she’d find the other supervillainess had a matching one in the same place, but on the other side of her pubic mound as though it was a mirror image of the one on this woman.

The tattoo was a strikingly real imitation of a kiss mark left with purple lipstick. The other woman’s tattoo was pink, a sign that these two powered women were more than just co-supervillainesses. From a distance their nearly identical builds and similar “costumes” had suggested the two might be sisters or even twins, but once Luna Moth got to see them up close she realized that although built the same and wearing matching outfits their faces were decidedly different, and their relationship was VERY much non-familial.

“Such a pretty plaything,” the pink-haired supervillainess told Luna Moth as she stroked the girl’s cheek. When the helpless heroine responded by shuddering, leaning into the touch, and moaning as her half-closed eyes rolled into her head the woman laughed.

She leaned to the side, looking past Luna Moth to the woman holding the girl from behind. “Crimson Cloak was right about this one. I’m still jealous that bitch got to play with her first.”

“We’ll just have to make sure what we do to her is more memorable,” the supervillainess behind Luna Moth replied. “Isn’t that right, pretty plaything?” As she asked the question she leaned in close, making her voice deeper and breathy to tease one of Luna Moth’s ears. At the same time she slipped a knee between the girl’s legs, dragging it up the inside of a thigh then pressing it into her crotch.

Shame filled Luna Moth as her whole body flushed with arousal. She moaned and wriggled, pretending she was making a vain and hopeless attempt at escaping the woman’s grip but really using it as an excuse to grind herself down onto the knee teasing her sex. The way both women laughed at her suggested neither was fooled, only deepening Luna Moth’s shame and further flaring the heat burning her insides.

It’s the drugs in that gas, she told herself, not believing the lie but feeling she had to at least think the words. It was part of the game. She had to PRETEND she didn’t like this. Besides, if she DID admit she wanted them to have their way with her the encounter would be that much less hot. Now that it was happening her supercharged libido had kicked into overdrive. Why not indulge fully? She was helpless, but not really in danger. They played by the rules. Regardless of how they used and degraded her they WOULD let her go in the end.

“I don’t think the pretty slut is listening to you, Pink.”

“No, I don’t, Purple. It’s the drugs she was dosed with. I think we need to let Metis know she’s got the mix a little too strong. Look at how flush she is, look at the way she’s swaying and moaning softly. Her eyelids are so heavy I can barely see her pretty eyes. And I swear she’s so fucking turned on I can smell the lovely stink of her cunt from here. I was looking forward to needing to tease the toy to get her this wet and messy.”

“Still,” the supervillainess holding Luna Moth up said, “we’ll have plenty of fun. Why don’t you see if she’s actually as wet and fragrant as you suspect.”

The Pink haired villainess set her hands on Luna Moth’s hips, delighting in the girl’s moaned response to the simple yet domineering touch. “You ready for The Enforcers to take everything they can from you, pretty moth girl?”

When the woman started slowly running her hands down the side of Luna Moth’s body the girl’s eyes fluttered. “Please,” she moaned out, unsure if she was pleading for the woman to stop or begging for her to continue.

“Her legs are so long and slender,” Pink declared as her hands slipped past the bottom of Luna Moth’s short skirt onto the bare skin of her outer thighs. “Not too soft, and not too muscular. Just how I like my heroine meat,” she added as she lowered herself slowly to her knees so she could keep working her hands down Luna Moth’s legs.

The woman’s hands stopped when they reached the top of Luna Moth’s boots. By then the woman was on her knees, head nearly level with the heroine’s crotch. Looking down and seeing her head so close to her sex left Luna Moth breathless. She suspected that even if she hadn’t been drugged she’d have been panting in anticipation by that point.

It’s all so wonderfully overwhelming, she thought as the woman started running her hands back up Luna Moth’s legs. She closed her eyes, focusing on the feel of both women’s hands on her. One pair, gripping her upper arms so tightly it hurt, the other now caressing her bare inner thighs as she pushed Luna Moth’s skirt up to reveal her underwear.

“Such cute green panties,” Pink observed with a purr of carnal hunger. “The color matches her hair perfectly. God, I love how these heroines dress themselves up like perfect little fuck toys. I can’t wait till there’s enough of them in town that we can arrange run-ins like this nearly every night.”

“One at a time, love,” Purple said from behind Luna Moth. “We’ve got our greedy paws on THIS one, let’s focus on her. And since I’m busy back here holding her up why don’t you let me know what you’re finding down there?”

“My face is inches from her lovely little muff and the reek is divine,” Pink said before moving her nose closer to Luna Moth’s crotch then inhaling deeply. “Fuck me, she smells so strong!” She moved closer, leaning her head back then rubbing the underside of her nose into the dampest part of Luna Moth’s panties. “Fucking reeking and soaked through,” she said, voice deep and rumbling with delight.

Luna Moth wiggled and moaned, her whole body on fire. Shame and humiliation stoked the fires. Her breath came in quick gasps. “Don’t,” she huffed out. “Please,” she added a moment later, voice mad with desperation.

Purple leaned in close, brushing her lips against the back of one of Luna Moth’s ears. “What’s that, pretty fucktoy? ‘Don’t’ what? ‘Please’ what?”

Luna Moth panted and wiggled, rocking her hips to rub her pussy against the woman’s face still pressed into her crotch. She moaned and whimpered, struggling to think clearly enough to answer the woman’s questions. Don’t what? Don’t do this to me? Don’t NOT do this to me? Please stop? Please BEGIN? Maybe she meant all of it at once, the hero in her demanding she be more, and the raging libidinous monster that consumes her in moments like this demanding she eagerly debase herself to her fullest.

“Taste her,” Purple demanded.

Pink had been pressing her nose into Luna Moth’s crotch, mostly letting the girl wiggle and grind against her. Now she shifted, bending her head back and pressing her mouth into the girl’s damp panty-covered sex. She kissed her through the wet fabric, then kissed her again to enjoy the helpless heroine’s pathetic little moans.

“Please,” Luna Moth gasped. Her legs were shaking. She tried opening them further, but they were so weak and rubbery… With as muddled as her mind was from the drugs and arousal she found remaining on her heels too much. Her ankle twisted as her legs gave out, causing her to grunt in pain.

In one smooth motion the two women acted as one, Purple behind Luna Moth grabbing her more firmly and hefting her up while leading the girl to lean back on her for support. At the same time Pink wrapped her arms around Luna Moth, helping hold her up while bending back to lower her face so her face was left nearly under Luna Moth’s crotch. This left Luna Moth’s cunt resting on the woman’s face, her mouth pressed hard into the girl’s slit.

Luna Moth shivered and shook as the woman breathed heavily and hotly into the girl’s sex. The moisture from her breath mixed with the fragrant, muggy damp mess her pussy had made of her panties. The mingling of wetness left the girl shaking and even wetter.

“I have to know, how does she taste?”

Before Pink responded she opened her mouth and licked then sucked at Luna Moth’s panties, working the girl’s sex through the wet fabric. “Amazing,” the woman said, voice muffled by the girl’s sex and wet panties.

The vibrations of her voice overwhelmed Luna Moth. She threw her head back into the woman behind her, shaking and moaning out so loudly she feared the other supervillainesses below would be sure to hear her shame.

Luna Moth moaned louder when the woman used her nose to push Luna Moth’s panties to the side, exposing just enough of her pussy for the woman to get a proper taste. She licked and kissed the fleshy mound of her outer labia first, nudging the girl’s panties further to the side so she could kiss and lick and suck on the fleshy folds of the heroine’s inner labia. She then worked her way up the girl’s slit, sucking and nipping at the girl till her mouth reached Luna Moth’s clit.

“Too much,” Luna Moth gasped out when the tip of the woman’s tongue began to dart and dance around her swollen clit. “TOO MUCH,” she moaned and whimpered a moment later when the woman made her tongue wide and flat, pressing the thickest, fleshiest part of it flat against her swollen, fleshy pleasure bead. “Don’t, please, I’ll cum,” Luna Moth gasped when she felt the woman was about to start slowly dragging the flat of her tongue up her clit.

The woman did exactly what she feared, pressing her tongue hard against her clit while dragging it slowly up and over the fleshy, highly sensitive bud. The orgasm erupted instantly. Luna Moth’s whole body shook and convulsed. She moaned and writhed. She pressed back into the other supervillainess, twisting her head from side to side as she gasped out incomprehensible half-words.

Maybe if she hadn’t been drugged Luna Moth could have maintained the kind of control Mistress Katia had been teaching her. Focused on the pleasure, let it build in a way that left her in control. Let the orgasm come on her terms and in a way that didn’t drain her powers.

That wasn’t what had happened.

She was overwhelmed and in over her head, lost in the delights of being defeated and having the pleasure taken from her. The orgasm was a reckless, explosive thing that melted her mind and her powers. She’d have collapsed into a convulsing, drooling puddle if the two women hadn’t been so skillfully keeping her up.

“Her slender legs are giving out again,” Purple grunted, struggling to continue to keep the convulsing, pleasure-overwhelmed heroine upright. “Let’s lower her to the ground.”

Pink pulled her face away from Luna Moth’s cunt, wiping her mouth clean and grinning up at her partner. “She was delicious! So sweet and wonderfully fragrant, tasting of clean living, purity, and oh so much shame. Just like a good fuck toy should. And now that I’ve helped her get off I think it only fair she return the favor.”

“How about we test just how ‘pure’ the fucktoy is,” Purple suggested. By then they’d lowered Luna Moth to the ground, letting go of her and letting her moan out and convulse through the end of her climax. She kneeled by her, looming over the panting, pleasure-dazed heroine. “You owe my love an orgasm,” she told Luna Moth. “I know what she likes. Can you toss a salad, pretty long-legged fuck toy?”

When Luna Moth showed no sign of understanding or even hearing the question, the woman lightly tapped the girl’s cheek to get her attention. “Can you toss a salad?” she asked again.

Luna Moth blinked, trying to focus on the question. “What?” Salads? Why were these wonderfully cruel bruisers having their way with her asking about salads?

Pink scoffed. “She doesn’t know what you’re talking about; she’s too young. These kids don’t talk about ‘tossing salad’ anymore. I barely even hear ‘rimjob’ from the young crowd at the Eternal Passion Club.”

She grabbed a handful of Luna Moth’s curly lime-green hair and lifted her head, turning her to look up at her. “Ass, girl. Can you eat ass?”

Lewd memories flooded Luna Moth’s muddled mind of women’s asses pressed into her faces, different women demanding she lick and tongue their assholes as they ground their backends into her pretty face. The gang that had taken turns using her face, and Mistress Katia. And someone else? Not Glitterburst… That wasn’t her girlfriend’s style. Then who?

Psigirl pretending to be a supervillainess, she realized. The raunchy memories of their kinky games at the Academy weren’t things she let herself remember very often, and having one of them pop into her mind now unwanted seemed to heighten everything she was feeling. Confusion and arousal and helplessness all mixed with the turbulent emotion storm she’d been riding that night.

“I can eat ass,” Luna Moth whimpered out, thinking about Psigirl and ashamed memories of those kinky games were leaving her so turned on right then. “But I’m a good girl,” she added. “You have to make me.”

“Well then, let’s make you,” the two supervillainesses said in near unison and with great joy.

They each grabbed one of Luna Moth’s legs and started dragging her away from the roof’s edge where they’d been having their fun with her. “Let’s find the cleanest part of the roof,” one of the women said.

A cloaked drone materialized nearby, wobbling and beeping to signify it had heard them, then turning and projecting a beam that scanned the roof. After the scan it hovered away, rising a bit then sending out a burst of pressurized air that cleared dust and grit away from the cleanest part of the roof.

As they dragged Luna Moth past the drone both women tipped their fake police caps to the drone. “Much appreciated, now shoo. We’re going to have our fun and we like to at least PRETEND we’re not being watched.”

The drone beeped, wobbled its body as though waving goodbye, then shimmered and disappeared from sight.

“I’ll get in position, love,” Pink said as she let go of Luna Moth’s leg. “You mind taking care of the rest?” As she asked the question she got on the ground, lying face down then propping her top half up on her elbows.

“Of course, love,” Purple replied, grabbing Luna Moth and hefting the loopy superheroine up. “You ready to eat my partner’s ass?” she asked the girl as she positioned her face down between the other woman’s legs, holding her up so her face was about a foot above the woman’s bare ass.

“I’ll do anything you make me,” Luna Moth moaned pathetically, trying to hide how excited she was. The deep humiliation she felt was burning her up with intense arousal, but half the fun of the game was trying to pretend it wasn’t.

“I know you’re drugged and weak, but you gotta help out a little,” Purple told Luna Moth. “You’ll need to slip those long arms under my lover’s body so you can hold on tight while your face is buried in her magnificent muscular backend.”

Pink lifted her ass in the air, positioning it better for the girl’s face to be shoved into it while also providing space for Luna Moth to slip her arms under the woman. Luna Moth’s arms were weak and felt like noodles she could barely control, yet once she had them under the woman’s body she found the strength to grab her dense, muscular thighs and hold tight.

“There’s a good girl,” Purple told her, the phrase making Luna Moth shudder in delight. “Now get to eating that perfect ass,” she growled, shoving Luna Moth’s face into her partner’s waiting cheeks.

Luna Mouth moaned in horrified delight as the woman kept a superpowered hand on the back of her head, ensuring her face was pressed tight into the woman’s cheeks.

“Get that pretty mouth open and get to work,” Purple growled. “Lick it. Tongue fuck it. I wanna see and hear you shaking your head like your motorboating her ass. I’m gonna keep your face pressed in that callipygian ass till you feel like your suffocating. When you get to that point you pat her thighs and I’ll let you pull away to get a few quick breaths in so you don’t pass out, understand?”

Luna Moth nodded her head, moaning into the asshole she was licking to show she understood. She moaned louder, losing herself in the degrading bliss of being forced to suffocate in the woman’s ass while pleasuring her puckered hole.

She gave it her all. Licking. Tongue fucking her hole. Using not just her tongue and mouth but her entire face to work the woman and pleasure her.

For her part Pink made Luna Moth’s job easier by adjusting her ass, lifting it higher and angling it so the lower half of the heroine’s face was pressed into her pussy. Luna Moth suspecting the ass eating would be just a warmup and eventually she’d be made to eat out the woman’s pussy. She looked forward to it, hoping they’d prolong THIS degradation for as long as they could before Pink NEEDED to feel Luna Moth’s mouth on her cunt.

By the woman’s happy moans Luna Moth knew she was doing a good job. Purple either didn’t hear her partner, or more likely didn’t care. She kept a firm grip on the helpless heroine’s head, keeping her face ground into her partner’s ass till Luna Moth tapped her thighs, signaling a desperate need for air. Only then would she ease up, letting Luna Moth take in a few deep breaths before shoving the girl’s face back into her partner’s backend.

“Girl’s got a skilled mouth,” Pink gasped.

Purple chuckled cruelly. “I’ll take your word for it now, love. But it might be more about enthusiasm than skill. I think this little slut is REALLY into being degraded. I think we hit the goldmine with this overeager fuckmeat. Am I right, slutty fuckmeat? Do you enjoy being used and degraded this way?”

She grabbed some of Luna Moth’s hair and jerked her head back, making the girl yelp in pain.

“Yes,” Luna Moth gasped before shuddering in joy at the humiliation of being made to admit how much she enjoyed this.

“Well then, let’s pile on the perverse humiliation,” she told Luna Moth as she shoved the girl’s face back into her partner’s ass.

At first Luna Moth was confused when the woman let go of her head after pushing her face back into Pink’s ass. She moaned longingly, missing both the firm contact and the added humiliation of being MADE to keep her face pinned in the woman’s ass as she ate it. She’d keep going, but she lost a bit of her carnal high with her head no longer held in place.

And then her head was being shoved tight into the woman’s ass and held in place once more. Tightly, and different than before. Luna Moth didn’t understand at first. Her drug and arousal addled mind took some time to process what was happening, but when she understood she felt a wave of humiliation-fueled pleasure wash over her whole body.

Purple had stood, turned around, then lowered herself to squat on top of Luna Moth. She had sat on the back of the girl’s head, using HER ass to press the heroine’s face into her partner’s ass. She remained that way, wiggling her ass from side to side as she pressed on the back of Luna Moth’s head, grinding her face into Pink’s backend.

Pink had propped herself up on an elbow and twisted to look back at what had changed. When she saw her partner using her ass to grind the girl’s face into her backend she let out a deep, long moan of approval.

“Don’t fucking stop. You’ve got her frantic to please,” she gasped. “So good,” she gasped a moment later as she turned to bury her face in her arms while raising her ass and pressing her backed into Luna Moth’s face to better grind the girl’s head between her and her partner’s asses.

“Good,” she gasped louder into her arms. “Good. Good! Good!!!” A moment later she was repeating the one word so quickly it blended into one long, moaned out exclamation of joy. “Goodgoodgoodgood!”

When Luna Moth started slapping the woman’s thighs in desperate need to breathe the woman broke. “Off,” she growled at Purple. “Get off her, yank the slut up, I need to flip over. I need her mouth on my cunt.”

As soon as Luna Moth’s face was free of the woman’s ass she gasped in deep, filling her lungs with much needed air as the two moved like a whirlwind, yanking her up while Pink flipped over. She’d barely had a chance to breathe in enough to stop feeling dizzy from lack of air before her face was being shoved into the woman’s pussy.

“Show her you can eat pussy as good as you eat ass,” Purple growled.

The woman got on her knees beside Luna Moth, keeping a firm hand on the back of the girl’s head to ensure she gave her partner the oral attention she craved. The new position also allowed her to reach back and grab Luna Moth’s backend, lifting it up so the girl was on her knees, her front end pressed down as though bowing or worshiping Pink’s pussy.

She took advantage of Luna Moth’s new position, using her free hand to flip the girl’s skirt up and expose her backend. She reached around her, grabbing her cunt and giving it a tight squeeze. This caused the girl to moan in forced delight, the vibrations of the sound into Pink’s pussy making HER moan in response as well.

“Let’s see if I can make you cum before Pink does,” Purple said as she pulled Luna Moth’s soaked through panties to the side so she could rub her cunt. “Oh my, listen to her moan! I think it’s a race at this point. Who’s going to cum first?”

“Me,” Pink gasped. “She ate my ass so good… And her mouth! So wet. So skilled. Most cunt-hungry heroine I’ve ever had eating me out. Fuck! FUCK! Almost there,” she said, slopping Purple’s hand away from Luna Moth’s head so she could grab the girl’s head herself.

She held it tight with both hands, rocking her hips and grinding her cunt into the girl’s face with wild abandon while holding it hard against her. “So close. So close. So close,” she started muttering, the speed of the words matching how close to climax she was.

Luna Moth moaned and wiggled, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. The intensity increased when Purple started working the girl’s pussy with both hands, using one to rub at her upper slit and clit and using the other to finger her sopping wet hole.

Pink stopped moving her hips, holding Luna Moth’s head tight in place as she screamed while her body shook with pleasure. Luna Moth started cumming at nearly the same time Pink did, howling in delight into her cunt and convulsing even harder.

Purple worked the girl’s cunt with cruel delight, thrusting an extra finger into her and plunging them all deeper and harder into her while rubbing more vigorously at her pussy. She pushed the girl’s climax as hard and high as she could, watching closely for the moment it became too much for her.

“Let her breath,” Purple snapped when she saw the moment arrive.

Pink let go of Luna Moth’s head, flopping back and arching her back as her howl of pleasure continued. She was still cumming, but her orgasm had gone on long enough that she no longer needed the girl’s mouth on her cunt to ensure her pleasure reached the highest of carnal heights.

“Breathe, girl,” Purple said softly as she abandoned the girl’s cunt and grabbed Luna Moth, rolling her onto her side.

Luna Moth moaned and convulsed, the power-draining orgasm nearly too much for her. She felt herself fade almost to the edge of unconsciousness and was only kept awake by the gentle, calming caresses of Purple. “Ease down, girl, ease down. Stay with us. We’re not done with you.”

The soft tone and gentle touch confused Luna Moth. It reminded her of the way Mistress Katia would give her something like aftercare but wasn’t. An unspoken acknowledgment that a scene had gone too far, and a course correction to ease her out of the intensity so the playtime could go on and a new scene could be started and indulged in before the night would end and real aftercare would be given.

“Fuck that was good,” Pink said as she panted through her own post-orgasmic weakness. “I need a few minutes,” she huffed, going limp and grinning contentedly up at the stars above. “Little fucktoy’s the best I’ve ever had.”

“I don’t think I’ll get a turn right now,” Purple said sadly as she pulled Luna Moth into her lap to better caress and comfort her. “Worked her a bit too hard at the end there and she’s barely conscious now. But damn she suffers prettily through a forced orgasm. Honestly, if the night had to end here I’d be more than satisfied. Besides, love, you could always take care of me once Metis is done with us for the night.”

The mention of the other supervillainess shook Pink out of her post-orgasmic laze. “We better bring the girl to her soon,” she groaned, trying to sit up but finding she didn’t have the strength yet.

“Once you can stand, love,” Purple said. “Metis will understand. Besides, the little freak is busy with her projects. She told us she didn’t care how long we took as long as we kept the little super-slut from interrupter her.”

“I remember,” Pink replied. “But I also know how squirrely the little freak can be. When she gets done with what she’s focused on she’ll be worked up and in need of relief. If we don’t have the girl down there by then she’ll send the drones to retrieve us.”

She managed to sit up and hugged herself, shivering dramatically as she looked around. “They way some of them can cloak themselves creeps me out,” she said, looking around as thought suspecting they were surrounded by invisible drones. “I bet some of them have cameras on them and they record everything so she can watch it all later.”

“It’s the Synthowomen that weird me out,” Purple replied. “And this new project she’s working on? What she wants to make with one of them? It’s just not right.”

“Not right at all,” Pink agreed. She then groaned, forcing herself to stand. “Think you can carry the fucktoy?”

“Easily,” Purple said, rising to her feet with a half-conscious Luna Moth held in her arms.

“Good. Let’s go take her to Metis,” Pink said with a weary groan as she led the way down from the roof.