He returned to the stricken Firestar, easily scooping up the sobbing victim under one one arm. "There, there, Angelica, no need to cry", he consoled her with mock sincerity. "Lots of girls have problems keeping themselves as fresh as they should, especially when they're a bit distracted. Lots of girls let out a bit of wee when they get over excited. Of course, it's a bit embarrassing to shit yourself as well, but don't worry, easily cleaned up."
Angelica had been pathetically protesting throughout his monologue, feeble arms trying to push him away completely ineffectually; efforts and protests which he had relished but ignored; "Put me down! I didn't mean to! I wasn't excited! I can clean myself up!" But most of all he loved her final confused wail of "But I'm a Superheroine!"
This he did delightedly pause at, relishing the chance to chip away at the fractured self-confidence of both the former Firestar and her eavesdropping comrades. "That's what I just don't get about any of you silly little Sluts. There you are, prancing around in slutty little outfits that would make a Stripper blush without an ounce of practicality. If you're going to piss yourself at the first sign of trouble, can't you prepare yourselves a bit better -wear some training panties if not a proper diaper? But no, you wander around with gussets that couldn't even absorb the sheer terror of someone bursting a balloon in your general direction..."
"I-I'm not incon-inconti, I don't wet my panties", Angelica mumbled feebly, her stricken mind unable to find the right word. "I'm sure dearie, so that's why you wear a YELLOW costume, right! Anyway..." Not wanting to give her the chance to even properly formulate any sort of argument, he started vigorously wiping the mess away from between her thighs and butt cheeks with Mary Marvel's 'donated' skirt.
"No!" she wailed. "Don't you dare! I'm a heroine! I don't need..."
"...Someone to wipe your arse for you!? I beg to differ", he sniggered warming to his work. "It's hardly like you can do anything about it..." Having wiped her clean, he sank his fingers deep into her pussy, as she wailed in helpless dismay.
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"She can't, but WE CAN!" came an an attempt at a commanding voice from behind him. Feeling in complete control, he turned around slowly and contemptuously, dropping his delightful burden only after he felt her again collapse in a helpless shudder. He knew her second unwelcome orgasm in such close proximity would leave her another helpless quivering mess until he was ready to again turn his attentions to her.
This time he was faced by not 2 but 3 would-be assailants. While he had been enjoying himself with Firestar, the Black Canary had come to agonisingly slowly, her mind simply refusing to clear and remaining as useful to her as a damp dishrag. But with the Black Widow's helpless encouragements she had managed to shake awake Batgirl, who remained even blearier, and then between them, three pairs of clumsy hands eventually proved more successful than one; and eventually the Black Widow was disentangled from the bonds of her cloying costume and helped uncertainly to her feet.
Batgirl still had least reason to doubt her abilities and spoke with most confidence. "I don't know what you think is happening here - but it's more than time you were taught a lesson - and we're the heroines to do it!"
He simply burst out laughing. "Are you quite sure about that sweethearts? And how exactly are you going to about that?". The three heroines in front of him looked a long way from full fighting trim. The Black Canary was down to her very threadbare fishnet stockings, somehow her loins looking even more nude than her swollen bare chest. The Black Widow had decided to still try to make the most of her grotesquely insufficient bodysuit, managing after several attempts to force it back up over her shoulders, but her huge swollen breasts were far too great a hurdle to conceal, and it served only to frame them even more enticingly, together with her bare crotch that he had already delighted in. Batgirl's gossamer-thin own costume had been rather torn to pieces by her long self-inflicted journey across the rough floor; leaving her with merely a few tattered strands connecting its two halves.
All three heroines looked thoroughly discombobulated; failing to clear their minds for the insurmountable challenges at hand. Glazed eyes hinted at their inability to maintain a semblance of focus or self-awareness, and they teetered unconvincingly on far from certain footing, huge breasts wobbling crazily with every shallow movement. Each attempted to look as formidable as possible; hands raised in a ridiculous parody of the lethal fighting skills that were once second nature to them. But their insufficient costumes, heaving bosoms and awkward stances only served to remind him of how far their capabilities had been reduced, and the certainty of failure.
It was Batgirl who spoke first, each breath straining the integrity of her rapidly fragmenting costume. "Come on girls - let's show him what we can do". She stepped forward confidently, still secure in her own abilities and those of the sisters at her side. She dropped her hands to her hips and thrust her chest forward in dynamic challenge - with the predictable result that her moribund costume resigned its post in catastropic style, the strain proving too much as it hit the floor in several pieces, beyond any hope of redemption. "Oh", was all she could mutter, completely crestfallen.
Her colleagues were indeed at her side and trying unsuccessfully to support her. The Black Canary span into a lethal roundhouse kick aimed at their tormentor's throat; but with her abilities completely removed she instead missed him by several yards; crunching into Batgirl's unprotected tummy, the maximum height she had reached - a moment later she joined her in hitting the floor hard - Batgirl helplessly winded by a blow that couldn't harm a dandelion, and the Canary having lost any semblance of balance. The Black Widow had tried to make her own move, but her reflexes were so dulled that she had seen her colleagues hit the floor before she had moved her barely-existent muscles. Distracted by their travails, he was on top of her before she could react, both hands diving deep into the yawning chasm at the front of her costume, reaching around to the small of her back and in doing so again deftly pulling down her costume over her shoulders to awkwardly encase her arms once again. She tried to viciously knee him in the balls, managing enough force to lovingly caress the inside of his knee.
"Hullo again Natasha", he grinned, "Trying to play footsie are we?"
"No!", she wailed, trying to force herself away fruitlessly, completely overpowered. "Take THIS!" Frantically she tried to headbutt him; aiming the centre of her forehead carefully to cause maximum damage. It landed with the force of hummingbird on his shoulder - he felt nothing but the impact knocked her clean out, collapsing limply into his arms.
Meanwhile Batgirl and the Black Canary had managed to stumble to their feet, trying and failing to find some effective means of attack. Batgirl stumbled towards him, but 2 crunching impacts had debilitated her abilities that she stumbled sideways; grabbing at the Black Canary frantically to try to keep herself upright finding only her tattered fishnets and taking them with her as she again hit the deck. The Canary tripped over this last vestige of clothing, she in turn tottered helplessly into the unconscious Black Widow, somehow snagging a firm grip on her costume, ripping it in two and finally 'freeing' her far too late to be of any practical use.
He lazily tossed the Black Widow on top of her erstwhile companions, leaving them in an awkward heap. The Black Widow found herself on the bottom, with the Widow's weight on top of her. Failing to remember the consequences of her 'adjusted' Cry she yelped desperately again, Batgirl finding out that her whimper was still ineffective on any assailant, but instantly devastating to any colleague in close contact.
And in doing so, her self-control shattered, the Black Canary felt herself cream her panties straight over the Black Widow's face, a fresh an unwelcome side effect that she had time to recognise before she too joined Laa-Laa land.
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