The assailant dropped Firestar to her knees as the stricken heroine shuddered in yet another devastating climax, completely appalled that her body could betray herself so catastrophically at her time of great need; her powers, bowels and discipline failing her each in turn. Even as his hands left her form, she received precious little relief; her ultra-form fitting costume straining against her sopping and swollen cunt, only exacerbated by the extra pressures from the unwelcome padding that had erupted out of her anus.
As the assailant deftly cable tied the insensible Dagger as securely as he had incapacitated the the thoroughly extinguished Firestar, Angelica's addled mind dully grasped that without her being attended to. She had a chance to escape, if only she could get herself to her feet. But she had a significant balance problem, with swollen breasts, and arms pinned cruelly behind her back. Her once powerful leg muscles fluttered ineffectually, totally unable to elevate her stricken form. The effort only pulled her costume in different and unhelpful directions, and as the soft fabric moved across her tender pussy, lubricated by a variety of her own juices, she whimpered as fresh disgrace mounted upon multiple indiscretions. How could she escape when she couldn't even stand up without cumming!?
Firestar peered dimly at the huge orbs bulging against her treacherous costume, cursing their size and weight. Why was she so big - she couldn't remember them being so swollen and painful before...? And as she gawped, she noticed something strange; Dagger's milk clearly disappearing - not evaporating but disappearing into her succulent skin. Where was it going? What was it doing? Desperately she wanted to wipe it away, but all she could do was whimper nervously and fruitlessly strain her arms against her secure bonds.
And then as she peered uncertainly at her swollen udders, she realised they were swelling still further - they were growing before her eyes. Could she control no part of her body? When would they stop? "No!", she wailed in fresh defeat, all too aware of ever increasing strain on her gusset as the material was pulled ever more tautly.
"Yes!" came the surprising response, her assailant returned. "Like the new tits slut. Bet you'd find them really useful in hand-to-hand combat..."
More words came form him than he had uttered for a while, picking the right moment to pour more scorn on his victim. One more time she tried to fucus herself, to gather her thoughts and propriety, and find a way to strike back, if only verbally.
"I don't know what's happening here"; she whimpered uncertainly. "But I promise you this - you will pay for this. We are Superheroines, our authority and virtue unquestionab- GLUB"
He didn't bother to reply this time, instead deciding to interrupt her ridiculous rant on 'authority and virtue' by ramming his cock deep down her throat. Outraged, she tried to bite down, but found her jaw muscles even less effective as those of her bladder and bowels - her vicious attempt nothing more than a slobbery kiss. Tears poured out of her eyes as he brutally throat-fucked her, completely unable of offering even the most token resistance.
And she was still hypersexed, any contact on her engorged and ultra-sensitive erogenous zones enough to d rive her over the edge into yet another shameful climax - and as she rocked back and forth she did so repeatedly. All too soon she was suckling mindlessly on his member, any focus in her mind absent without leave.
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