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As for baby showers, Power Girl’s wasn’t even the most somber one this year.
That cruel reward went to Stargirl, whose stepfather spent most of the time grilling Billy Batson. Though, it was dangerously close to meeting the same dour levels of Wonder Woman’s, whose mother and sisters all boycotted visiting the Amazonian. Diana was only sent a card, which demanded she return the lasso, bracers, and tiara until she named the father. Which broached another uncomfortable and unsettling discussion.
Who were the fathers?
In the last three months, over a dozen superheroines had discovered they were pregnant. In the beginning, most chalked it up to a coincidence, back when it was two or three. Then notable lesbian Kate Kane missed her period, and a coincidence turned into a correlation.
There was an investigation, consisting of the biggest brains and the largest assets, which bore fruit very early. After questioning the women, each one admitted to suffering a similar and embarrassing incident. Nobody wanted to go into the details, with most electing to block it out altogether. But with therapy, and in some cases the removal of mental blocks, the heroines recalled something they collectively named their “O-Event”.
Diana, the strongest of them, was the first to share what happened to her: “I was visiting Clark in the Arctic and stopped to admire the view. Then my clothes are gone, I’m tied up in my lasso, and…I’m leaking. I didn’t say anything. I was too embarrassed, I admit it. But maybe if I spoke up sooner none of this would be happening to you.”
Stargirl was the second, attempting to imitate Diana’s strength and failing: “School was over for the day. I was going to visit the JSA and changed beneath the bleachers, like usual, when this…feeling happened. It was good but horrible. And suddenly I’m-I’m thrown on the ground. My costume is ripped open and I’m…I’m screaming as I have a-a y’know. But I didn’t know what it was. I didn’t think I’d been…it was my first time…”
Kate Kane was less diplomatic: “We got fucked. I don’t know who or how, but we got fucked. I was in the middle of cuffing some little shit who robbed some grandma. Suddenly my cape is over my head and my cunt is leaking so much cum I slip in it. The worst thing? It was the best damn fucking of my whole life.”
Finally, someone said what they all experienced. The fucking wasn’t just good, it was great. But all the women were too ashamed to admit how hard they came. Thus, the perpetrator continued to rape one hero after the next. But now that they could nail down the location of their O-Events, it was only a matter of time before the person was caught. That was when the big brains stepped up.
Karen Starr, Power Girl, sat down in a sealed dark cubicle. She could sense the other women around her, each in their own “voting booth” type room. Within the Hall of Justice, every woman was sat before a monitor to witness their O-Event. Cyborg had tapped into every camera, including satellites, and allowed the women to view them in private. Karen didn’t like it, it felt like being in an adult theater, but…
Power Girl ran her hand over her very pregnant belly, she couldn’t even fit in her uniform anymore. She was the furthest along and suffering not only from aches and cramping but also an insatiable lust. A craving to be filled, but she’d been too preoccupied with other matters to take care of herself. She suspected the rest of the women felt the same, given the pheromones in the air.
But whoever did this to her needed to pay, but to do that she’d need to identify the father. She reached forward, touched the screen, and the video began to play.
There she was, standing proudly over a group of unconscious thieves in a bank vault, hands on her hips and chest puffed. Her little white outfit was basically a bathing suit, but she wore it proudly. From this angle, she could see the back riding up her crack, her fat cheeks straining to break free of the fabric.
“Don’t know what I was expecting,” her video self said, before chuckling to herself.
The video froze.
Karen tapped on the glass. Dammit, had she broken it? But no, there was still movement on the screen. Stepping into view, dressed in an all-white bodysuit, was a woman. The only way to tell was by her small tits, pressed against the front of her reinforced outfit. A full-faced mask covered her features, with only narrowed black lenses on the front. She was a slender little thing, with the body of a runner. A speedster. She should’ve known, but how did she…
The speedster hooked the front of her bottoms with her thumbs. With an unceremonious tug, she yanked it down beneath her groin. A girthy length of cockmeat flopped out, and she wrapped her thin and slender fingers around it, jerking it to attention. The speedster strode up to the frozen form of Power Girl, jacking off to the thick piece of ass ready for the taking.
Then she turned to the camera. And waved. “Hey, I know you’re watching.” Karen held her breath. “I know a lot of things about you, Karen. I researched all of you so I could run back through time to do this. In fact, I know what you’re going to say before you say it.”
“No way,” Karen whispered.
“Yes way,” the speedster chuckled, “to me, this transcript is thousands of years old. But I’ve read every word of it so I could prepare for this moment. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against any of you, I’m a huge fan. Wanna see how big of a fan I am?” The speedster slapped her piece of fuckmeat across Power Girl’s thick ass, dragging it over her exposed flesh. It left a sticky trail of precum across her white suit. “So, sit back and enjoy the show.”
Karen stared at the glowing screen in horror as the speedster snagged a finger around Power Girl’s bottoms. With a powerful yank, it dragged the fabric up the crotch in a powerful wedgie. Karen winced, a phantom agony rubbing between her cheeks. The speedster continued to pull higher and higher, the superhero helpless as her legs were slowly lifted off the ground. Whoever this woman was could move faster than a Kryptonian, she didn’t register any of this.
Once Power Girl was suspended in a proper position, the speedster pried her legs apart. Her muscular calves gave in easily to the ministrations of someone faster than the eye could see. Her legs spread eagle, hovering in the air, the superhero's white bottoms were pulled aside, allowing the camera an easy shot of her bald pussy.
Blushing, Karen could only watch every superheroine secret exposed to the camera. While their costumes were garish and extravagant, with that came an abundance of crotch zippers and very thin tights. Getting your bush snagged in plastic teeth was painful, but having your dark lower hair permeate the fabric was humiliating. Diana was the first to become aware of it when a snapshot of her went viral when jet-black hair poked through her star-spangled bottoms. The nickname Wonder-Bush followed her ever since. From then on, every woman shaved.
But because of every superheroine’s sacrifice, the speedster was happily cupping Power Girl’s shaved cunt. Her fingers ran up and down her puffy folds. Snickering, the villainess lowered her fingers and began to insert them into the plump lips before her.
The screen flashed and suddenly several camera feeds were going at once. One was from above the two, the other from the front, one from the back, and another from the side. In enough angles to make a three-dimensional replication, the villainess diddled Power Girl’s tight box.
“What do you think, Karen?” she asked, looking directly into one of the cameras. “You like what you see? The all-mighty Power Girl with her fat ass up in the air and her cunt open for everyone? You like seeing my cock so close to your cunt that I can feel your heat? Or do you prefer seeing my fingers diving into your little snatch?”
The speedster let out a little mocking moan, jamming her fingers in deeper into Power Girl.
“Would you moan for me if you could? Go on, do it. I know you want to. You’re plenty horny already, aren’t you?”
No. She wasn’t horny in the slightest…right? And yet, Karen’s legs had spread apart, and her steamy breath was fogging up the screen. Why was it so alluring to watch herself be handled like a piece of meat? To be groped by a stranger, her cunt a plaything? It was so fucking hot, what were her hormones doing to her?
“C’mon Karen, hike up your skirt and play with yourself,” the speedster taunted, “Like how I do.” The speedster jammed three fingers into Power Girl’s cunt. “Oooh, you’re getting wet.”
Karen looked to her left, then her right, and then grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it up over her pregnant belly. She’d gone without shorts today, and with the constant and sudden urge to pee, she couldn’t waste the extra milliseconds. She burned, feeling the wet gusset of her panties. She was drenched already, just from watching herself be used as a thing.
“Don’t be ashamed,” the speedster said, “You need this, you deserve this after all the hard work you do.”
“I deserve this,” Karen repeated, snaking off her pink panties and leaning back in her seat. She spread her thighs, perching both feet on the desk so she could watch the screen between her legs. Usually, she needed some foreplay to get her going, some gentle massaging to get her juices flowing. But not now. Now she easily sank three fingers into her juicy quim, quietly moaning in delight.
“That’s right, whore,” the speedster drove the fingers in and out, Power Girl’s juices glistening on her gloves. “You put three in like me? Didn’t you? Can you keep up with my pace? In…out…in…out…repeat after me.”
“In…out…in…out,” Karen moaned, jamming her slick box full. Curling her digits inside herself, she rubbed against her G-spot and nearly squeaked in ecstasy. It was like watching her own tailored masturbation instructions. She fingered her pussy, wet squishy noises filling her booth. The scent of sex hung heavy in the air, and her body quivered as she started her quick trek to her peak. She was really going to cum? So soon?
Rocking her hips back and forth, Karen’s eyes glued to the screen, the speedster was quickening her pace. So, Karen went faster, battering her pussy and letting juices spatter on the floor. She was close, her tunnel hungrily sucking at her fingers. God, she needed this. She moaned, louder than she should’ve. All it would take was one last thrust and she’d be over the edge. One gooey and sticky thrust.
“Stop.”
No! She was so close!
“I said stop!”
Karen obeyed. Pulling her hand away as if she’d been struck.
“That’s a good girl,” the speedster giggled. “It’s good to follow orders, isn’t it? But poor you, you must be on edge right now…aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Karen nodded, her toes scrunched up as she tried to withhold her orgasm. She was so close to the edge; a gust of wind against her clit would send her tumbling over. But she did as the speedster requested, she did what a good girl would do.
“Just pet yourself, slowly,” the speedster cooed, “I don’t want you cumming yet. No, no. I want you watching what I do to this little hole.” Karen’s eyes flew from camera angle to camera angle, watching as the woman gripped the cock in her hand. In four simultaneous directions, Karen witnessed the beautiful bulbous tip rubbing over her pussy lips.
Reaching down, she began stroking her cunt, collecting her dew.
“So warm,” the speedster groaned, “and wet too. You’re a slutty little bitch.”
“I am,” Karen nodded, teasing herself.
“Let’s see what you feel like,” the speedster pressed her cock between the folds, letting out a low moan. “Ooh, it’s like you’re sucking me in. You wanted this, didn’t you? Parading around in your skintight outfits and flashing your cunts at everyone walking by. You needy little whores are desperate to be fucked.”
“Yes,” Karen panted.
Grabbing Power Girl’s hips, the woman began to drag the airborne heroine down on her cock. Karen leaned forward, watching from every angle as her glistening lips pulled apart to accept their gift. The speedster was right, her cunt was hungrily devouring the cock, swallowing it all down to the hilt.
“C’mon Karen,” the speedster looked at the camera in front of her, “look at your own face as I fuck you.” Power Girl was still smiling, amid her little joke to no one in particular, her sweet mouth open in the middle of a laugh. Frozen in the air, the superheroine had no idea she was being raped on film. “Tell her what you think of her. Go on.”
Caught up in her arousal, Karen hissed at the screen, “You’re a fucking slut. A ditzy blonde who doesn’t even know she’s getting fucked. Because of you, I’m like this!” Karen rubbed her belly, “Nothing more than a knocked-up farmgirl hick.”
The speedster picked up the pace, driving faster into Power Girl’s cunt.
“You’re so damn tight, are you tight for me?”
“Yeah,” Karen nodded, “Just for you…”
“You’re so horny you’d do anything I told you to do, wouldn’t you?” the woman asked, “Like if I asked you to jam your panties in your mouth? Or stick a finger in your ass?”
“Yes,” Karen swallowed.
“Taste yourself,” the speedster ordered.
Without hesitation, Karen wiped her sticky fingers over her pink tongue. It was salty and gooey, but she did it anyway.
“Wipe it all over your face,” the woman ordered.
Karen smeared her face with her girl juice, rubbing it into her flawless skin. She reeked of her mess, but she didn’t care. She was too horny to care about anything. She just needed to please the woman on the screen.
“You really did it!” the speedster laughed.
“Uh-huh,” Karen nodded, licking her salty lips.
“Of course you did, why am I even asking? You’re a dumb blonde who can’t keep her hand out of her snatch. Speaking of, put a finger into yourself. But just hold it there.”
Her pussy gaped with need, and her finger barely touched the sides. She needed more; her stupid pussy was too sloppy.
Karen whimpered.
“You want more?” the woman asked, still pounding away into the frozen Power Girl. “Then choose, either one finger…or one fist.”
Karen’s eyes widened. She’d never gotten anywhere close to a fist before. Normally she’d never dare. But her pussy ached, and her body screamed with need. She could just ignore the speedster, shut it off, and diddle herself to orgasm. But…
It wouldn’t be as satisfying.
Nibbling her bottom lip, Karen steeled her resolve. She was going to do it.
Balling her hand into a fist, she crammed it against her lips and drove it deeper. She felt herself loosening for all five of her fingers, a distant thought told her she’d ruin her cunt forever if she did this. No cock would ever be able to brush her walls. Yet, she did.
She shoved her fist deep into her spasming cunt, jamming more and more inside of her. Karen’s knuckle thrust against her most sensitive muscles, bringing her rushing toward euphoric relief.
Her brain drowning in lust, and her thoughts could barely string together. She was doing good, right? She was being a good girl. Good girls get fucked in public. Good girls get knocked up and ruin their cunts. That made sense, right? Everything makes sense when you’re horny enough.
“You ready to cum?” the speedster laughed.
“Yes!” Karen whined, her thumb pressing directly on her G-spot. “Please!”
“Go ahead then,” the speedster roared, her cock pulsing as she sprayed her seed into Power Girl’s pussy. “Cum with me!”
Karen squealed, her walls quaking around her fist so completely they threatened to devour it. She kept thrusting, riding it out, the thunderstorm crashing through her. Her hips bucked on their own accord, threatening to break the chair in half. Karen’s eyes glazed over, shuddering beneath her orgasm. Her cunt greedily latched on her wrist and began milking her, attempting to squeeze more out of her already flooded pussy.
“Ohhh! More! Just a little more! Fuuuuu-”
But just as she felt herself rising toward another…
FWISH!
Suddenly Karen was standing outside the Hall of Justice, her cunt spraying her own girly juices and sticky cum across the square in a fountain. Her ass gaped open, thick cream also oozing out of her red and abused hole. She tried to scream, but she could only gargle as cum bubbles frothed out of her mouth and poured down her soft neck.
She blinked in the morning light, only to find a gooey film covering one eye. A breeze carried over her bullet-hard nipples, her clothes were gone. All around her, the tourists visiting the Hall gasped and screamed at the sight of her naked body completely doused in cum. Karen gurgled out an apology, but not before
FWISH!
Kate Kane was huddled on the ground, her ass up in the air as cum spurted from her abused holes. Her dark hair was thick with greasy cum and her batarang jammed past her lips. Stripped to nothing, the woman had what looked like a novel written over her bare flesh labeling her everything from whore to baby batter guzzler.
FWISH!
Stargirl landed in a heap, half her staff rammed in her pussy and the other stuck up her ass. The poor girl wailed in misery, holding her very pregnant stomach. Cum coated every inch of her, and she struggled to move beneath the weight of it.
FWISH!
Diana crumpled to the ground on her side. Her glowing lasso wound around her wrists and ankles, hogtying her. The woman burbled out a long stream of cum from both ends, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
FWISH!
FWISH!
FWISH!
Woman after woman appeared before the Hall of Justice. All naked and covered in cream. Karen was too tired to try and see the perpetrator, but everyone knew who it was. Holding her belly, she collapsed on her back. If she was lucky, maybe she could scrounge up just a little bit of that afterglow.