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Secret Identity: Amee Nayar
Appearance: 5’ 8”, toned body, large and muscular thighs, large bust and rear, deep tan skin, dark brown hair, dark brown eyes
Even amongst a rogues’ gallery rife with metahumans, mutants and alien dictators the supervillain known as Waterworks manages to stand out as having a truly bizarre power.
There are plenty of superheroes and villains who are classified as being hydrokinetics; able to manipulate water or liquids with their mind. Yet Waterworks is unique in that she possesses the ability to squirt impossibly huge volumes of fluid from her pussy and subsequently manipulate that fluid to suit her needs. Often times the amount she produces in this manner is greater than the total liquid content of the human body. Indeed sometimes the liquid generated is many times greater than her own body mass. Where this liquid comes from is unknown, though chemical analysis reveals it is identical to normal vaginal lubrication.
Waterworks’ hydrokinetic ability only seems to apply to this fluid she generates, though she is capable of both incredible raw power and finesse. She can entrap enemies in bubbles of fluid or form concussive blasts that can knock down bolted doors or thin streams that can wind their way into bank vaults. With this power she has managed to stage literal crime waves across the country, roaming from place to place and wreaking havoc wherever she goes.
While Waterworks does have a finite amount of liquid she can produce at any given time, that amount is enough to cause a small-scale flood. The most effective way to defeat her is to evaporate her juices but that can take a very, VERY long time.
Art by C0RROS1ON ~ Hentai Foundry
Another lovely render from Supro of Intrigue3D! This time our favorite futanari superhero joins Zoey for a hardcore workout.
But it looks like exercising in the buff wasn’t so smart, seeing as how Phantom Futa is getting awfully…distracted by her workout partner!
The upper crust of Freedom City is in a tizzy over the hottest event of the season.
Nero Marques, the CEO of Asklepian Pharmaceuticals, is hosting a lavish gala to raise funds to overhaul the city’s public schools. Of course unbeknownst to most of the guests in attendance, the respectable Mr. Marques leads a double life as the crimelord Mr. Medusa.
Knowing that the city’s wealthy and powerful elite will be gathered in one place and fearing that Mr. Medusa has ulterior motives for hosting this event, the Phantom Futa decides to join the party.
Using her civilian identity as Jennifer Bassett and her connections in the Freedom City Historical Society she manages to wrangle an invitation for herself. Since the gala is themed as a masquerade ball, she decides to take refuge in audacity by wearing an outfit she claims is inspired by the city’s local superhero.
Unfortunately, what the Phantom Futa does not realize is that the entire gala is in fact a trap for her. Mr. Medusa had his chemists cook up a new aphrodisiac designed specifically to affect the Phantom Futa’s unique physiology. Hoping to both reveal the Phantom’s secret identity and publicly humiliate her, Mr. Medusa spiked all the food and drink with the potent drug.
The Phantom Futa does not realize the danger until she has already downed a class of dosed champagne. As the chemical-induced arousal floods her veins, her suddenly rock-hard erection tears out of the stocking she had hidden it in. Her supercharged libido begins to spin out of control and she feels her beginning to lose control of her powers.
Desperate to conceal her identity yet equally desperate to get off, she ducks under the nearest table and frantically begins jerking herself off. At first afraid that someone will see her, those concerns soon fade away as she feels joyous release wash over her.
The Phantom Futa vs Mey Mey
Story by Rexxon
Art by Evulchibi
The underworld of Freedom City is thrown into chaos by the sudden appearance of what seems to be a new vigilante in town. A redheaded woman, clad in a heavy black trenchcoat has been tearing up seedy bars, drug labs and gang turf and leaving behind bruised and bloodied crooks in her wake. Soon a name begins circulating amongst the criminal element of the city, whispered in fearful tones: The Red Viper.
The rumors eventually reach the ear of the Phantom Futa and hoping to find a potential ally in the battle against crime, she sets out to find this mysterious new hero. After a few nights of searching, she manages to catch up with the Red Viper as the latter finishes beating down yet another pack of thugs.
As she observes the fighting she notes that the Red Viper’s signature trenchcoat is practically her only article of clothing. Underneath the coat the redhead’s full, firm breasts, toned figure and sleek curves are completely bared. But more interesting to the Phantom Futa is the thick, fleshy shaft of a cock slapping between the Viper’s legs.
Intrigued that she might have found another person like herself, the Phantom Futa approaches with cautious optimism, introducing herself and offering a handshake. The Red Viper smiles and extends her hand in turn.
Then there is a flash of steel and the Phantom Futa barely manages to backpedal away as a knife carves through the space she was just standing. The Red Viper’s smile turns into a predatory leer as she thumbs a control on the knife’s handle. A low hum fills the air and the blade suddenly crackles with tiny sparks of electricity.
The Phantom Futa instinctively takes to the air, trying to gain the advantage of height and distance. But she is startled to see the Red Viper crouch low to the ground and then leap, not fly, but actually leap eight feet up and tackle her back onto the concrete sidewalk.
As the two tumble apart, the Red Viper quickly rights herself and dashes forward, her electrified knife moving so swiftly it leaves ghostly arcs of light behind. The Phantom Futa dodges as best she can but on one close call the edge of the knife just grazes against her skin of her forearm. Yet the Phantom Futa still feels a jolt of pain, followed soon after by a tingling numbness spreading across her skin.
The numbness soon covers her entire arm and slowed by the dead weight of her paralyzed limb, she is only barely able to dodge the next flurry of cuts. Another graze, this time along her leg, slows her down even more. Each near-miss leads to another near-miss and soon the Phantom’s entire body is unresponsive, muscles spasming awkwardly from the repeated electric shocks.
Down to her last reserves, the Phantom Futa prepares to fire a point-blank energy blast despite the fact it will likely kill her quarry. Before she can, the Red Viper barrels forward and drives a fist into her gut, the superhuman blow winding the heroine despite her enhanced durability. Not giving the heroine a second to recover, the Viper lifts her up and brutally slams her into the hood of a parked car.
The Viper then clips something around the dazed heroine’s wrists and it takes her brain a few moments to recognize it as a pair of nullifier cuffs used to restrain superpowered criminals. Stripped of her powers, the Phantom Futa is left helpless as the Red Viper raises her strange, electrified knife for the killing blow. But it never comes. Instead the blade is embedded into the twisted hood of the car and catches the chain of the cuffs, sending bolts of electricity arcing into the Phantom’s body.
The Red Viper’s predatory smile returns and she tears apart the Phantom Futa’s costume until her holes and cock are left exposed. With one hand she begins to stroke the Phantom Futa’s cock to full erection while the other hand hauls the Phantom Futa closer by her leg. The redhead’s own cock, already hard from all the excitement, roughly pushes into the Phantom’s pussy. The Phantom can do little more than give an open-mouthed gasp as she is forced to take the Viper’s thick meat down to the hilt. Once again, without giving her prey any chance to regain her senses, the Viper roughly pulls out before slamming her entire length back in. Over and over she repeats her steady pounding, each impact sending the Phantom Futa’s body shuddering.
The jolting pain of being electrocuted and the pleasure of the Red Viper’s expert ministrations rapidly overwhelm the Phantom Futa, leaving her gasping and moaning lewdly until inevitably, shamefully, she comes in a shower of white cum.
The Phantom Futa awakens just before dawn, still reeking of sweat and sex. There is no sign of the nullifier cuffs, the strange knife or the woman who wielded both with ruthless effectiveness.
No further appearances of the new vigilante are reported and the whole incident is soon forgotten by the rest of the city, leaving only the Phantom Futa to wonder about the identity and motive of the Red Viper.
“Six-hundred fifty-five. Six-hundred…oooh…fifty-six. Uhhh…Shit….Six-hundred and fifty…fifty-seven…”
The Phantom Futa struggled to concentrate on her counting and not the boiling heat in her groin or the aching sensitivity of her shaft. She kept her gaze fixed upwards towards one of the overhead lights. She made certain not to look down at her balls which were hugely swollen with their thick creamy contents or her cock which was an alarming shade of red and covered in bulging veins.
The nubile heroine had positioned herself before a strange contraption that was bolted into the wooden floor of her private workout room. Her body rested on a cushioned pad while her legs were splayed wide apart to allow entry for a thick purple dildo. A compact but powerful piston drove the dildo back and forth in a perfectly steady rhythm, sliding in and out of her pussy with mechanical precision.
“Six-hundred…six-hundred fifty-eight. Six-hundred fifty-nine…”
Once word had hit the streets that she would be temporarily depowered after an orgasm, it seemed every supervillain was doing something to take advantage of her superhuman sex drive. After the latest near-miss with one of her enemies, she had decided it was time to work towards eliminating her weakness.
“Six-hundred sixty-two…Six-hundred sixty-three…”
Every twenty or so strokes, the piston would push a little further and a little bit more of the dildo would slip past her moist folds and into her channel. The change was so small as to be almost imperceptible to the eye, but for the Phantom Futa’s hypersensitive pussy, every millimeter felt like a whole foot.
“Six-hundred sixty-eight…Six-hundred sixty-nine…Six-hundred seven-”
The Phantom Futa bit her lower lip and her whole frame shuddered as she struggled to restrain herself. But all her self-control crumbled before the immense pressure that was welling up in her balls.
Finally she could hold out no longer.
“Fuuuuuuuuuuck!” she screamed, raw frustration and need thick in her voice. Her pussy clamped down hard on the dildo with a moist squelch and the faint sound of crumpling plastic could be heard as superhuman muscles crushed the plastic phallus.
There was a pair of sharp snaps as the plastic bands around her cock tore apart. Freed of its restraints, her cock spewed a torrent of jizz into the air. Her cum flew in thick milky streamers, glinting in the harsh white lights of the workout room before falling back down to earth.
The Phantom Futa laid there panting heavily as the deluge of cum splattered over her, covering her body in criss-crossing lines of hot white seed.
Slowly, her senses returned to her. Shaking her head to shake off the warm tingling of her post-orgasm haze the Phantom Futa realized her failure.
With a snarl, she yanked the dildo free of its mounting and inspected it. The front end of the shaft had been compacted into a gnarled, twisted shape. It resembled a piece of modern art more than a sex toy.
“Dammit, I was so close! One away from beating my last record,” the Phantom Futa growled angrily.
She stood up on shaky legs and unsteadily wobbled her way to a small storage closet. The soft pattering of cum dripping off her glistening body and trickling out of her pussy went ignored.
Inside the closet, arranged neatly on a shelf were several dozen dildos, identical to the one she held in her hand. After discarding the old one, the Phantom Futa grabbed a fresh dildo and returned to her workout machine.
With an ease born from repetition, the Phantom Futa slotted the new dildo into place and laid herself back down onto the pad. She braced herself with one hand while the other switched on the machine and then guided the fat head of the shaft towards her netherlips.
As her arousal flared up again, her regenerative powers began kicking in, restoring her stretched hole to almost virginal tightness. Wincing slightly as the large member entered her once-again snug channel, the Phantom Futa resumed her workout.
When the Phantom Futa needs to get information about the latest activities of Freedom City’s criminal underworld, there are a multitude of resources she can call upon. She has her sidekick Hiro Hwang’s vast online connections, contacts in local and federal law enforcement, and even a few other superheroes she’s worked with over the years.
But sometimes, in order to find the information she needs, she has to go right to the criminals themselves.
Luckily her crimefighting efforts have caused a huge demand for costumed strippers and “escorts”. After all there is no end to the number of gangsters, convicts and assorted thugs who would like to work out their frustrations by sexually dominating the heroine who so frequently foils their schemes and tosses them in prison.
Ironically this works out in the Phantom Futa’s favor. All she has to do is change into her skimpiest bikini, walk into the seediest nightclub she can find and no one suspects a thing. As she shakes her ass, boobs and cock for the crowd she discretely eavesdrops on the conversations of the criminals around her.
And although she tries to tell herself that her reasons for doing these erotic dance routines is strictly so she can gather valuable intelligence, she can’t help but get a slight thrill at the feel of so many eyes on her. As her balls rub against the stripper pole and her hard-on strains against her thong she struggles to keep her balls from unloading a geyser of cum all over her admirers, certain that if she were to let loose with one of her signature jizz-gushing orgasms her cover would instantly be blown.
But as the night drags on, the pressure builds and builds and builds…
Art by Captainjerkpants ~ Hentai Foundry