"Harder!" Valiant Omega barked, slamming her well-toned chocolate-colored bubble-butt into the shaved crotch of her latest victim or better yet the last remaining member of the Sissy Squadron. The dastardly but effeminate gang of eerily similar looking pale-skinned small-dicked young men were a blight upon society. They partook in the sin of sodomy and would kidnap various dockworkers to participate in ` vile drug and EDM rave orgies. They were utterly despicable, and it was Omega's duty as a defender of propriety and society to bring them to justice.
And, as the agonized cry of pleasure and pain emanated from the last gang-member's fuckable mouth as her frenzied anal assault on his throbbing tool reached its crescendo, a sense of accomplishment flooded into Omega's thoughts.
"This is what it means to be a defender of society," she thought, relishing her obligation as the last ladyboy squealed, bucked underneath her powerful bum, and spewed the last of his seed into her hungry anal chasm.
With a wet plop, she relaxed her asshole's vicelike grip on the ladyboy's now flaccid member and stood up, cum dribbling out of her puckering backdoor.
"Let this be a lesson to you all," she started, her green eyes taking in the extent of her handiwork. The rambunctious squadron lay battered, mostly naked, and dribbling cum from their anally wrung limp dicks. "For the act of sodomy is a sin and shall be met with the utmost punishment, you vile cretins," she added, feeling her self-righteousness soar in tandem with the growing ache in her painfully erect 24inch cock and grapefruit-sized testicles. At nearly six and a half feet tall, glossy long black hair, lean muscle, and a pair of firm double D tits Valiant Omega was the picture of the perfect Amazonian warrior, all the more, given her now throbbing third leg.
Teaching the degenerates about the sins of sodomy had left her randy and as she gently stroked her cock, she considered plowing all the bare bums surrounding her before quickly putting aside the thought. It wouldn't serve to enforce her lesson. It would also leave her weakened; besides she'd just find... Her thought was barely formed when something hard, invisible, and traveling like a charging bull slammed into her exposed midsection, tossing her across the warehouse and into a shipping container. It dented, the sound filling the dimly lit space. It hurt. She groaned, but before she could rise again another force slammed into her, followed by another and another, devolving into a flurry of body shaking blows. Each blow was enough to kill a normal human, but thanks to her pantheon granted gifts the assault merely left her dazed, aching, and in a surly mood within the twisted heap of metal.
Gritting her teeth, she staggered to her high-heeled feet, her gold-trimmed and minorly enchanted monokini of a costume was torn, exposing her bountiful breasts with their erect thumb-sized nipples to the warehouse's cool draft.
"Show yourself," She spat, scanning her surroundings.
A girlish giggle was her only response before another blow slammed into her side and nearly took her off her feet again.
"That won't work a second time," she snarled, wiping the blood from her lips.
Once again, a mocking giggle was her only response as a blow, that felt like a bullet train barreled and slammed her into another cargo container.
It hurt like hell. She groaned, blinking away the spots in her vision as the air in front of her shimmered and a slender pale-skinned leather-clad woman materialized in front of her.
"Wanna bet?" The inhumanly gorgeous woman smirked, a hand on her hip, and a wand in the other. She looked like a bona-fide dominatrix with her sleeveless legless leather leotard, knee-length high-heeled boots, and cocky demeanor.
Omega glared, her anger rising as she tried to sit up only to be met by a sharp, sudden, and gut-wrenching pain. She screamed, feeling the woman dig her pointed heel into her sensitive glans.
"That's better," the woman said, her infuriating smirk still plastered onto her face as Omega clamped down, smothering the rest of her pained cries with an angered growl. "Don't give me that look," the woman pouted with childish exaggeration.
"What do you want?" Omega managed to say through gritted teeth and the sensation of the woman's heel still pressed into the flesh of her member.
The woman shook her head, arms crossed, and tsk'd," nah ha, not till we get to know each other Omega-Sensei," she said," a girl can't go about giving up her secrets without getting to know her date first. I'll go first then you," she said, leaning forward with her hands on her hips and her surprisingly heavy weight pressed flatly into Omega's penis. Cracks appeared in the concrete and the woman continued to smile predatorily," hi, I'm Beatrice, but you can call me Domina Rex," she beamed, lifting her foot and kicking Valiant Omega through the shipping container and into a wall halfway across the warehouse.
The building shook, plaster fell, the wall cracked, and everything in Omega's body thrummed with pain as her vision slowly darkened.
Beatrice was saying something, but all Omega heard was the throbbing in her ears and the temptation of sleep. It was...
"No!" Beatrice snapped, slapping Omega across the cheek and jolting her back to consciousness. "Better," she said, her face inches away from Omega's and the scent of blood and strawberries filling Omega's nose," what's your name?" Beatrice added.
Omega glared, her body aching but the lull of unconsciousness banished.
Beatrice tsk'd, shaking her head as she stepped back to loom over Omega, disappointment tinging her features before twisting into something entirely menacing. "I said," Beatrice barked, stomping Omega's flaccid dick as a punctuation for her every word," what's your name?!" She finished by kneeing Omega's jaw and forming more cracks in the wall. "Now," Beatrice puffed, a smile returning to her once more placid face," what's your name?"
But all Omega heard was the call of unconsciousness as she blacked-out.
Omega awoke a moment or was it an eternity, when she felt the soft caress of delicate fingers on her aching tool and the tender cooing of a lover's voice.
She moaned, enjoying the pleasant sensation, her tool stirring to life, her hips slowly rocking, as her eyes slowly slid open.
"There's my Valiant Omega-Sensei," Beatrice cooed, nose to nose with Omega, and a loving smile on her too-pretty face with its golden eyes and slightly freckled cheeks. "Why don't you let momma Domina-San take care of you," she added, bopping Omega's nose.
Omega blinked and it was then she noticed she was bound and spread eagled on the warehouse floor.
She struggled, straining at the magical pink-colored restraints bound to her wrists and angles. "What do you want?"
Beatrice shook her head, tracing a line up the length of Omega's erection," you don't get to ask that," she said, playfully flicking Omega's glans and causing the superheroine to wince," You didn't answer my question, Omega-Sensei, so I won't tell you," she taunted, sticking out her tongue. "But I'll show you."
With a flick of her wrist and wand, Beatrice forced Omega's legs wider apart with the magical bindings before shoving them up and leaving all of Omega's sex exposed to the world.
Omega continued to struggle, but it was futile, whatever magic forged the chains binding her were beyond her pantheon's granted strength. This wasn't supposed to happen. She was Valiant Omega, the strongest of the Valiant Core. How could she be defeated by such a vapid looking woman? No, girl. It was...
"Now, now, don't give me that look, Omega-Sensei. This is going to be fun for the both of us," Beatrice said, strutting around Omega, swaying her hips and cute and tight pale ass seductively before kneeling between Omega's legs, a hungry grin spreading across her face.
"Now why don't we get started."
Omega tensed, and Beatrice giggled, flicking her wrist once more and forced Omega's hips up and to her face's level.
