But Firestar's control over her powers was only a fraction of what it once was. Her flight abilities virtually exhausted, she needed all her concentration and more to keep herself aloft. Diverting any of that attention to attempt a fiery blast was unwise in the extreme. As she pointeded her hands forward she overbalanced, unfamiliar with her new centre of gravity with her swollen mammaries, and tipped forward uncertainly. In the same moment she attempted to aim a blast at Dagger's assailant - but instead her fire cut out completely, and instead she plummeted to earth. Reacting too slowly to break her fall; her bouyant breasts took the bulk of the impact; closely followed by her left knee; twisting it so painfully that rapid movement was off the agenda.
"Smooth landing, Slut", smirked her muscular target as he continued his assault of the whimpering Dagger unchallenged.
"You - You'll be laughing on the other side of your face in a minute", promised the beautiful Angelica as she painfully struggled to her feet. What had happened to her? She absent-mindedly massaged her bruised orbs as she hoisted herself vertical. "You're going to pay for..."
"Say, 'Heroine'", he cut her off. "Shouldn't you be wearing a diaper?"
"What!?", blurted a confused Firestar - but then she saw Dagger's shocked gaze locked on her crotch, and realised she felt far more damper than she should have. Her hands shot downwards uncertainly, finding the dread confirmation; she was sodden; she must have wet herself in the impact and not even realised it! How had she lost her bladder control so quickly?
She had to regain some control over this mess and fast; rescue Dagger, subdue her rapist, and then she could figure out what on earth was going on. But her curious fingers inadvertently glided over her sorry excuse for a costume and found her soft, swollen, and very tender pussy lips. Even that slight touch introduced her to a form of heat that was both unfamiliar and inappropriately timed. And as her one hand explored the unfamiliar sensation much further probing deeper through the soft fabric; the other played with her battered boob hoping that the pain would soon dissipate...
"Firestar!" yelped Dagger, as she felt her helpless ass filled with an explosion of splooge. "Stop touching yourself and HELP ME!"
"Huh?" muttered Firestar, lost for a moment in self-exploration. Suddenly events came pack to her in a rush - her Superheroine colleague was being raped right in front of her and all she was doing was fingering herself. What was she doing? Where was her self-control? She had to pull herself together and fast.
The man pulled out his dripping manhood from Dagger's defeated ass and waved it at her; "Want some?"
She gaped in shock. How dare he!? Where was his respect? All she'd done was crash to earth, wet her panties and start fingering herself. Didn't he realise that she and Dagger were powerful heroines; in a moment they'd be back in full control and then they'd make him him pay for his vile assault.
She'd show him what she do! She pulled herself to a full height, overlooking a fresh trickle of her pee at the effort; and in her lust for vengeance summoned the most powerful fireball she had ever attempted.
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