The adventures of Buttman and Cuntwoman

She is again a blur around the room, giving hypnoslime and following it up with commands designed to make the bank an orgy of deviant fornicators. Fox News has the story “Superhero orgy leaves bank open to robbers” on the flat screen TV. There is nothing I can do but fuck my wife’s perfect fucking ass, until the FBI arrives and puts us all to sleep with tranquilizer darts.

We are sent to the big hospital downtown, and they give us hypnoslime antidotes, then realize they have to give us another hypnotic to counter the commands. We lose a half a day. We are shaken, and my wife’s ass is very sore.

When we finally get back to the Prius, Clit Cat and Lezwoman decide to crime fight on their own. We are downtown, and one of their favorite bars that caters to the tastes of women who wear sensible shoes is nearby.

“I feel so violated.” Cuntwoman says.

“I’m sorry dear, but the commands…” Buttman says.

“Not that. You did what you were forced to do. No, I’m talking about having my pussy hypnoslime used for evil. Used to further their goals like some perverted chastity belt! Will I ever be able to get wet again, knowing that when I do, they can use it for evil purposes? Or am I supposed to deny everyone this most perfect of all cunts, and have them gain a dark victory over our souls that way? Oh, Buttman….” Cuntwoman sobs, as I hold her gently, knowing how deeply she has been violated.