#overpowered

Randy Orton overpowers Matt Riddle whilst talking trash.

Now I could have sworn I’d reposted this one already.

Now superheroines! That’s rich fodder.

The Master fancied himself Justice Girl’s nemesis, but she didn’t rate him that highly. For one thing, he called himself The Master; a sure sign of a feeble imagination or a sly sci-fi reference, neither inflating him in her estimation.

His choice of henchman didn’t help matters. Weird, animate creatures of living clay named ‘Goons’ - again, highly reminiscent of something that she couldn’t take seriously - which were not enormously bright and posed very little threat to her even in numbers. This was ably demonstrated by the contemptuous ease with which she breezed straight into the heart of his lair, swatting aside the gibbering things as they came at her. it was tiresome, really.

“This’ll go a lot easier for you if you just turn yourself in!” She yelled into his lair, to no response. She sighed and kept going, batting Goons out of her way as she went.

Eventually she rounded a corner into what seemed some sort of lab. The Master himself was stood behind a console frantically adjusting things and glanced up as she entered.

“I need a few more seconds! Occupy her, minions!” He commanded, pointing. Fresh Goons - a mere handful - rounded on her. She rolled her eyes.

“More Goons?” Justice Girl asked dismissively as she was surrounded. She had defeated these minor foes dozens of times in the past; dozens of times tonight, even. What could they possibly do to her now? She puffed out her impressive chest in defiance.

“Yes Justice Girl, more Goons,” The Master said as he continued fiddling with something Justice Girl couldn’t see. His schemes and gadgets mattered not; Justice would prevail!

“What makes you think more of your pathetic creations will be able to stop me? They didn’t stop me the last time! Or just now! Ever, in fact.”

“Because last time you weren’t stupid enough to stand in a Passivity Field!” The Master said with triumph, hitting a button. There was a high-pitched sound and then a feeling of helpless calm overwhelmed Justice Girl, a gasp of shock barely managing to pass her lips.

“I think you know what to do, Goons,” The Master said, grinning. Justice Girl struggled to move as the faceless creations moved in towards her, surrounding her closely. One came up behind her and grabbed her wrists, holding them behind her back. The angle forced her ample teen bosom even further out.

“N-no…” She said through gritted teeth, straining every sinew in trying to throw off the effects of the field. She felt a deep-seated sense of weakness and powerlessness fill her up. So weak, so helpless.

“Explore her body, Goons; test that she is worthy to serve as my slave,” The Master said. A Goon stepped up in front of her and grabbed her tits, squeezing them through the thin spandex of her costume. Justice Girl groaned, unable to move away from the hands now molesting her.

“That’s it minions, molest the little slut. I want her body ready for when she surrenders it to me,” The Master said. The Goon continued groping her boobs through her costume while another pushed its hand between her legs. Justice Girl gasped as the creature’s thick fingers pressed hard against her vulnerable young cunt.

“No…no…” She panted as the Goon started to rub up and down the length of her slit. She could feel it starting to get wet despite herself. The Goon fondling her boobs had started to flick and pinch her hardening nipples through the spandex. It was just so hard to fight.

“Try to resist, Justice Girl; it will make your inevitable failure all the sweeter!” The Master sneered. There was another Goon rubbing its fingers between her asscheeks now, caressing over her tight hole through the costume. Justice Girl was breathing fast, a flush rising in her cheeks.

“Oh God…”

“Put her onto her knees,” The Master said and his Goons complied, pushing her down onto the floor. Her wrists were held above her head, pushing her chest out, her nipples proudly on display.

“Try out that mouth of hers.”

Justice Girl watched helplessly as the Goons worked their featureless crotches, forming long, thick cocks from the clay of their bodies. One stepped up to her and prodded at her pouting lips with the head of its dick. Justice Girl couldn’t stop them from opening.

“No…plea-“ her plea was muffled as the cock pushing into her hot young mouth. The Goon began to gently fuck her face, its thick cock stretching her lips taut. Justice Girl found her mouth watering and moaned, her eyes fluttering shut. After a minute or so of quiet, powerless sucking the first Goon cock was withdrawn and immediately replaced by another. And then another.

“Goons cannot ejaculate, for which you should probably be thankful. If they could, they would be marking you with their seed right now,” The Master said. Justice Girl could only groan. Sucking cock had always made her incredibly wet, and now was no exception. She was starting to soak through her costume.

“I see you’re getting ready. Perhaps it is time for some…training…Goons, break her will.” The Master said.

Justice Girl was pushed forward onto her hands and knees, another Goon cock shoved into her mouth as rough hands tore apart her costume, exposing her round ass and soaking pussy. A Goon got down behind her and rubbed the fat head of its cock up and down the length of her puffy slit, getting it coated with her juices before it slid inside her. Justice Girl’s eyes widened and she moaned loudly into the cock that was gagging her.

The two Goons fucking her began to saw her back and forth between them; the one behind her pulling its cock out as the one in her mouth pushed deep into her throat. She groaned wantonly as her body was used roughly, two more Goons moving up either side of her and putting their cocks into her hands. She started to wank them off, groaning as she felt the cocks throb and grow as she pumped them.

All thoughts of resistance seemed dim and distant; unimportant compared to the pressing need to service the cocks around her and the overpowering weakness she felt. She held them tightly in her hands, relishing their firmness as she hungrily gulped and sucked on the one working in and out of her throat.

“Yes! You will make a fine slave, you glorious little whore!” The Master cackled. She knew she should fight, should say something back - even just ‘shut up’ - but she couldn’t She had to do as she was told. She couldn’t do anything else.

She had no idea how long they fucked her for. They kept swapping places, giving her a few moments to gasp and pant before pushing back into her mouth or her cunt. There was a moment of apprehension as she felt the slick head of one of the cocks just graze over her asshole before sliding easily up into her and then everything was fine again; she was weak, she was helpless, she needed it.

One by one and eventually the Goons withdrew, stepping away from her and leaving Justice Girl a panting, drooling, light-headed mess sprawling on the floor. She remained where she fell, half-sitting up, shoulders rising and falling as she stared at the floor, mind all but gone.

The Master gently cupped Justice Girl’s chin and tilted her head up. She looked up with her big, innocent eyes.

“Are you ready, my slave?” He asked.

“Y-yes…my Master…” Justice Girl said, her voice trembling. Her pussy twitched as she looked up at her Master, gasping softly as he pulled out his long cock.

“Then I think we should consummate our new…arrangement…” He said, grinning. Justice Girl lay down on her back, spreading her legs wide and leaving herself open.

“Take me, Master.” She panted. She yearned for his touch, his cock. She felt empty and alone without it. Her new Lord knelt down between her legs, his cock jutting out proudly. She gasped with pleasure as The Master grabbed her firm ass and pulled her hips up to him, expertly sliding her onto his waiting dick.

“Oh Master!” She groaned “You’re so big!” The Master rammed the teen up and down on his cock like a doll, using her cunt to pleasure himself. Justice Girl didn’t even care if she was being used; it was what was she for now, and she knew it.