Flying over the city in the middle of the
night Power Girl continued to scour the city, hoping to find the… Goat man the
League had informed her about. She wasn’t there when it all happened but from
what she was told it was ridiculous to say the least.
“A satyr runs amok and they need us to find
him, heh, from what I heard he should be given a medal.” Stopping in mid-air
the blonde bombshell smirked before stretching, feeling tired. “The only man I
can think of who could give three Justice League heroines a good dicking and
survive.” Hovering over the city a breeze blew through her and a strange scent
filled her nose, making the blonde blink and sniff the air.
“Ooh, what’s that?” Sniffing the air again
she looked down to where it looked like it was coming from. “Smells like ‘sniff
sniff’ apples and ‘sniff’ oatmeal.” Floating lower and lower towards the
streets Power Girl made her way down to the sleazy end of the city, where she
followed the scent to the booming bass of a strip bar at the edge of town.
Landing on her feet she looked around and found the line empty with no security
at the door.
“This is fishy… But that SMELL, I’ve got to
know the source of it.” Had she noticed she would have found her nipples
tenting the fabric of her top and her face looking more and more flush by the
time she got to the door and shoved it wide open. The instant she did the smell
hit her like a slap in the face! Blinking at the sights and sounds she wandered
into the dark lit club to find the entire place in ruins. Tables and chairs
were broken over the tiled floor along with the rolling bottles and glasses of
spilt drinks. The DJ center was left unattended and the bar was drained dry of
every drop of booze whether it was from the bottles or the tap. But what caught
the woman’s attention and kept her from looking away was the rough and wild
orgy going on at the center of the stage.
Dozens of men and women went at it like
they were on some kind of super powerful aphrodisiac! The strippers and waitresses
wailed and cried out while they were being mounted and plowed by every man
there. Some being pig roasted from mouth to pussy while others were tangled up
in each other, kissing each other so hard they might very well be trying to
suck the air out of each other’s lungs. Breathing hard and wiping the sweat off
of her forehead Karen staggered towards the mass of writhing men and women
towards the source of the spicy scent that had drawn her here and now
enraptured her completely. Leading towards the far corner of the strip club
where she found a woman bent over and being fucked hard by… A satyr!
“Hnnngh! That’s right babe, take it! Take
it all…” Nickering out like a Billy goat the satyr tensed and as Power Girl
watched he released a torrent into the buxom red head so hard it was like a
fire hose had gone off, making the woman cry out while her eyes rolled back in
mind blowing orgasm. Pulling out with a messy slurp the Satyr separated from the
unconscious stripper and turned his direction to the blonde heroine standing
mere feet from him.
“Well Helloooooo beautiful! Did you come
for the party or are you here for me?”
“I… I’m here to take you in…” Panting and
flushed Power Girl moaned, squirming on the spot when she felt a trickle of moisture
drip down between her legs. Raising his arms up Buck chuckled a bit before
answering. “Whoa, hey now, I’m just here looking for a good time, aren’t you?”
Pulled in too quickly for her to react
Karen gasped when she was pressed up against the Satyr’s hairy chest and into a
deep kiss, the two-foot cock at his waist bobbed and thumped between her
squirming legs. Spun around and pressed against the wall, she found herself
wrapping her legs around his waist when he pulled back to grope at her breasts.
Something she would have pummeled him for but at the moment every pleasure
center in her brain was going off like fireworks.
“Damn girl you’ve got some tits on you!”
Feeling the goat man lick his way down her cleavage hole Karen squirmed and
moaned, arching her back to give him better access. She didn’t even notice or
care that he was thumbing aside the bottom of her costume until she felt him
drive his cock deep into her folds. When THAT happened her world exploded,
wrapping her arms around him she nearly drooled. Penetrated deep by something
comparable to a bowling pin she cried out and moaned, begging for more.
When she looked over his shoulder in
between thrusts she looked over to the red haired stripper passed out over the
table, too busy to care when she witnesses a fluffy tail pop out above the
woman’s ass cheeks and a pair of horns sprout from her scalp.