The Supers Vs. Their Own Men!

Almost in unison all the men that were able began undoing the fronts of their pants and pulling their dicks out.

Betty Bombshell gasped when Jefferson pulled his hard member out. She'd seen it countless times and knew every inch of it by sight and touch. With just one glance she knew that it did NOT look normal. It was swollen and engorged to almost double its normal length and girth. Large veins covered its swollen flesh, throbbing madly.

The sight terrified her, but also made her feel warm and moist between her legs. This was the curse of the super: with powers can an almost insatiable, uncontrollable lust for sexual pleasure. The mere sight of such a large hard slab of man meat was nearly enough to turn them into obedient sluts, especially when both of them hadn't had the chance to climax in days and thus clear their minds of the backed up sexual desires they constantly felt.

"Ngggh... Should have found time to get off during the last week," Victory Woman said, echoing the thoughts running through Betty Bombshell's head. Victory Woman was staring at Jefferson's cock, licking her lips hungrily. Looking over at her Betty could see that the heroine was also wiggling slightly, rubbing her thighs together. "Are you going to fuck us?" Victory Woman asked, her question more hopeful than it should have been.

"Oh yes, we won't be able to stop ourselves," Jefferson said. A moment later the crowd of men was upon both heroines.

Victory Woman was pulled to the side and forced onto all fours. A man behind her flipped up the skirt of her costume and ripped her panties away while another before her moved towards her head and shoved his cock into her face. A moment later the man behind her had entered her and they were fucking her from both ends.

Other men crowded around her, masturbating to the sight while they waited for their turn. For her part Victory Woman seemed to be enjoying being ravished, moaning and pressing back against the men using her. She even shifted her weight onto one hand then reached out with the other and began searching for a hard cock to jerk off.

All of the men except Sergeant Jefferson and the two holding Betty Bombshell had peeled off and crowded around Victory Woman. Betty was forced onto the ground on her back, the two men holding her pulling the front of her costume down. This caused her humongous breasts to come spilling out.

They stood firmly defying gravity, two massive round sacks of desirable flesh. Each was more than double the size of a man's head. Her nipples were larger than the palm of hand, like two fleshy pancakes with huge cherry pink numbs that quickly grew hard in the open forest air. Her massive areolas pebbled as well, making her nipples look even larger. They were a sight to behold, the largest tits in the world made even more impressive by being attached to a woman with such a small, fit frame.

"Please," she said, fighting off tears, "not my breasts!" With as inhumanly large as they were she had always been ashamed of them, and the fact that she found having them stimulated so pleasurable only increased the shame she felt.

Jefferson knew this. He knew how ashamed she was of them and knew that having them exposed this way was one of her greatest fears. He stood above her, snarling down at her. "Look at those tits: indecently large! You should hear the things the men say about them when you're not around. The way they mock you for them. We all agree: it's not proper for a woman with such ridiculously large breasts to be given a position of authority over us! You should be back stateside, bearing us children. You'd be able to feed an army of children with utters that big." As he spoke his eyes twitched and occasionally his head would jerk to the side.

"Stop it," Betty Bombshell said through sobs. "This isn't you, you'd never say anything like this to me. This is because of whatever they did to your mind!"

"Maybe," he said. "But maybe the thoughts were always in my head and I just never said anything because you were always saving my life. But now I know that life was wasted fighting for America. Now I will gladly give it for the TRUE mother land: Germany! But first, first I'm going to fuck you."

Betty made a sound of protest. Jefferson scoffed at this. "We all know you are, know how ALL of you supers are. We've served with you long enough now. We've seen that once you're horny the minute you see cock there is no hope of resisting a man's sexual advances; that you'll give in like the cheap whores that threw themselves at us when we liberated France!"

She turned away, no longer crying. "No..." she said, her voice shaking, "it's not true." But then she turned back to look up at Jefferson's throbbing cock.

"Don't lie to me!" he said, his voice booming as his eyes twitched madly. "I'm your most loyal trooper, your best friend AND your lover! You promised long ago to only tell me truth." He grabbed his cock and waved it above her face. "Admit it: you want it. No matter what I use it for, you'll want it. Admit it, American whore!"

With a shiver of submission Betty Bombshell whispered the truth. "Yes... I want it... but I'm ashamed."

"I care not for your shame," Jefferson snarled. He then stepped above her, lowing himself down till he sat on her stomach. He spit on his cock before placing it between Betty's overlarge breasts. She shivered as he took them in his hands and pressed them up around his hard cock.

She could feel it throbbing and pulsing between her breasts... The animal part of her, the part reveling in being taken this way enjoyed the feel. It made her insides warm even more, made her feel so moist she felt as though she had wet her pants. And then he started fucking her tits and she felt even more pleasure.

Looking down at her massive breasts she was unable to see his cock as he fucked her chest. There was just too much tit flesh, but she could feel his cock in between them. Her breasts were so sensitive that the feel of a man using them this way was enough to send her body cresting towards orgasm. She moaned in pleasure, not noticing as the two men holding her down let go of her arms.

She did notice, a few moments later, when one spread her legs and pulled her soaking wet panties to the side and entered her. Her body began to shake as the feeling caused her to cum. She twisted her neck back, opening her mouth to moan only to have it filled by the other man's cock. She was lost in the sensations and pleasure of having her oversexed body used by three men at once.

Victory Woman had her first orgasm fucked out of her around that time. Once she started cumming she found it hard to hold back, feeling orgasm after orgasm pounded from her body. She knew this was a bad thing, knew that each orgasm sapped some of her superhuman strength. But in the moment she didn't care, like Betty Bombshell she had given over completely to the thrill of sexual release. The men were doing what few had had the chance to do before: cum taming the two mighty superheroines, leaving their minds foggy from orgasm and highly suggestible.

It didn't take long for Jefferson to get off in between Betty Bombshell's breasts. She had expected the man to be sated after that, but as he stood, cum dropping form the tip of his cock, she saw that it was still rock hard. He told the other two men to get off her, and the obeyed, pulling their cocks out of her mouth and pussy. He then had the two men sit her up on her knees while forcing her arms behind her back and making her press her oversized chest out.

Her head swayed from side to side. Her mind was cloudy, confused and weakened from the orgasms she had just endured. Like Victory Woman, it had been over a week since she had gotten off. When they went that long without cumming the orgasms always hit them stronger, left them in this weakened and suggestible state for longer. "What... what are you going to do to me now?" she asked weakly.

"Now I'm going to go fuck Victory Woman while all of my men do what they've always wanted to: fuck those mammoth tits of yours!" He snapped his fingers, signaling for one of the men to come up.

He stepped up to the kneeling Betty Bombshell and shoved his hard cock in between her breasts. He started fucking them, using Jefferson's cum as lubrication. Betty Bombshell didn't protest. Instead she began to moan, her tongue falling out of her mouth as she began to pant like a pathetic animal.

Jefferson went to Victory Woman and kept her busy while all of the mind controlled men fucked and came on Betty Bombshell's breasts. By the time each of them had fucked and cum on her tits the woman's front was covered in semen. It oozed down her massive breasts, dripping onto the forest floor below her.

Even so all the men were still hard.

The men had entered a mindless, sexual rage. They fucked the women before them, following the orders given by Jefferson. He was the only one that seemed to have retained any real intelligence, something that Betty Bombshell and Victory Woman had noticed as he fucked them both and directed the other men to do so as well.

They noticed this around the time their bodies had been sexually satisfied. They were still likely to keep cumming, but the fog that the initial orgasms had spread over their minds was beginning to lift.

Not long after that the men had placed the two heroines face down on their stomachs, stacked one atop the other. Betty was on the bottom, her massive breasts like two huge pillows underneath her. On top of her was Victory Woman, her own large breasts pressed into the other heroine's back. Their legs were spread wide open, their exposed pussies one on top of the other. The sexually enraged men seemed to enjoy the visual and were coming up to them one at a time, jamming their cocks first into one woman's pussy then down into the other and back and forth till they came.

Whether because they thought the two heroines utterly cum tamed or because in their mind controlled state they weren't very smart, they seemed to be unconcerned that the two heroines were now able to whisper to one another.

"We have to— oh! To... ugh... to do something," Victory Woman said as she was fucked.

"Yes," Betty Bombshell said before moaning as one of the men rammed his cock into her. A moment later he pulled it out and jammed it into Victory Woman causing her to moan as well. "I feel so weak after cumming so many times... if we couldn't over power them before— oh!"

Victory Woman started talking while the other heroine was being fucked. "I think we can still outsmart them. I have an idea, but I'll need you to distract them..." She stopped talking as the man behind them started fucking her again. She waited till he had moved his cock back down to Betty's cunt before continuing. "In a moment I'm going to roll off you. I want you to jump up and keep the men busy."

Betty didn't ask any questions and did what the other heroine asked of her when she rolled off. Betty leapt to her feet, waving her arms about and jumped about to distract the men. She knew this would cause her breasts to bounce up and down and shake from side to side. As she hoped all of the sexually enraged men's eyes were drawn to her breasts.

She looked over her shoulder to see what Victory Woman was doing. To her horror she saw that the woman had rolled forward and retrieved one of the soldier's rifles and was now aiming it right at the head of her beloved Sergeant Jefferson. "No, don't!" she yelled.

But it was too late. Victory Woman pulled the trigger and sent a round shooting towards the man. With a loud clang which echoed around them the bullet hit the metal plate on the man's forehead. There was a spark and then the plate fell off of his head, leaving a bloody wound and some wires behind hind.

He fell to ground, convulsing in an epileptic fit as his brain began to reset. Victory Women aimed the gun at the next man and fired at the metal plate on his head. One by one she shattered the devices controlling the men's minds. Once Betty Bombshell saw this was working she dove for a gun and joined in. With Sergeant Jefferson directing the men they were little more than mindless animals. They were easy targets for the two heroines and soon they all lay on the ground, their minds resetting.

Both women sighed in relief. "Well... let's just hope the boys back at the ASSU field hospital can get them back to normal."

* * *

A female voice sounded over the electronic speakers in the room. "Well... let's just hope the boys back at the ASSU field hospital can get them back to normal."

"That's it," Wilhelm Strunk said, leaping to his feet and waving his hands. "The project is a failure! We must evacuate now, be gone before the supers come into the bunker looking for us."

The team of Gorgon soldiers and scientists had been prepared for this and were mostly ready to leave.

"Baron Necrosis won't be happy about this," Strunk said to one of his subordinates. "Yet another technology that seemed like it would be the savior of the Third Reich that has turned into a dud once it is field tested. Those devices were just too easy of targets... Maybe if he had had more time to test it... to perfect it..." then he shrugged. Gorgon Division and the entire Nazi regime were running out of time and they all knew it.

They left through a long secret passage, exiting out a secret back door that was nearly a mile away from the main entrance to bunker. They piled into vehicles that waited there for them, taking their equipment with them. Strunk started to think about what would happen when the Allies won the war. The proper army would never abide any talk of defeat and planning for a future where Hitler didn't run the world, but the Gorgon Division was staffed with people a little more willing to see reality.

"Maybe there will be a way for us to escape the worst of defeat," he said. His mind began working. He knew the Allies were proud of the supers that had done much to help them win the war, but they had to be afraid of them as well. What if the supers one day turned against the American government? They would need ways to deal with them. And that was exactly what the Gorgon Division had been developing these last few years.

"Maybe... maybe if we play our cards right, surrender the right way, we can all keep working on the kinds of projects we've worked so hard on these last few years. No... no, not ALL of us." He'd have to present the idea to some of the other Gorgon scientists. He knew he'd have to choose carefully, men like Baron Necrosis would fight on till the death. But men like him, they were survivors. Gorgon was about to fall, but in its place it would leave the seeds of its eventually rebirth.