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Helpful hints about the story, you can skip this if you want, but it just explains a couple of things.
I'm very unfamiliar with The DC Comic Universe, being more of a Marvel Comics fan. However, another author who enjoyed my Marvel stories suggested I try my hand at a JLA one and gave me the seed of an idea which kept me awake nights until I decided to write it. This author sent me a huge amount of information on DC characters and personalities, for which I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks, without him, this story would not have been possible. Everything that is right about the characters, the continuity and the personalities is because of him, any mistakes are my own fault, and I apologize.
This story takes place after The Cataclysm in The Bat-Books, but with a difference. In this Universe, Washington agreed to help rebuild Gotham, which wasn't as badly damaged as it was in regular DC Continuity, and Gotham City is still part of The U.S.A. Wonder Woman is still lecturing at The Gateway City Museum of Cultural Antiquities, not living in that weirdo WonderDome thingee of hers, Aquaman still has a trident on his hand and Poison Ivy doesn't have green skin.
I was unable to find out if Metropolis and Gotham were in the same time zone, so I just assumed they were. I also put Gotham time on The JLA Watchtower on The Moon, let's call it a Global Standard Time, or GST.
Oh yeah, and here's the story!
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Clark's hand slid off of her breast and down Lois' side, sliding under her back and, with practiced ease, unclasped the hook of her bra. When his hand came back up around to her front and slid under her now looser brassiere, the material lifted and slid off to her side. His hand was warm on her breast, but it felt good, it felt right, and as he slowly massaged it, kissing lightly at her lips, sliding his tongue over hers, she knew that she was his and would do whatever he asked.
Clark pulled Lois to him and kissed her with enthusiastic passion, it wasn't one of the worlds great kisses, but enthusiasm and passion usually more than make up for technique. His body naturally constrained itself so that he wouldn't hurt her, so much so in fact that he wasn't even aware he was doing it, but thought he was giving vent to his full desires.
Clark ran his tongue deep down Lois' throat, his hand cupping and kneading one of her medium-sized, firmly rounded breasts. He gave the mammary a playful squeeze, making Lois laugh around the tongue in her mouth. She was enjoying this a great deal, Clark rarely got 'frisky' in this way, but tended to be a more gentle, careful lover, it was nice to see him let loose, as he had done on the third evening of their honeymoon. The sex on the first two days had been great, but the third day and each subsequent day had been even better, as he fucked her everywhere he could in every position he could imagine.
Since she was still seated on his lap, lifted up by his erection under the sheets, and she was leaning forward, her tight little ass was pushing out, presenting an admirable, apple like rear-end. He reached up past her hips and cupped one tight little asscheeks.
Lois tried to pull back from the kiss to say something, Clark tried to follow and they toppled over. The kiss was broken, but Lois didn't speak, she just laughed, then squealed happily as he buried her face into her neck.
She spread her legs beneath him, and the sheet, which had followed them over due to his erection and remained between them, was quickly ripped away.
Clark grabbed his boxers and didn't bother to pull them down past his ankles or even his knees, but just ripped the material away even as he pulled up her nightgown. Her panties were already beginning to soak through, but seconds later he was ripping them away too.
"Clark! I just brought those!"
"I'll rip them all up!" he growled at her, smiling, "You can just go without panties forever!"
"Clark!" she laughed.
But despite her protests her hips were already lunging up, her shaven, trimmed pussy-hair a magnificent sight to behold. She slid her crotch up against once muscled thigh, moaning happily as the harder-than-steel muscle pressed down on her cunt and she left a light trail of her flowing lubrication behind.
"Okay then, Clark," she laughed, not bothering to question what had come over him, just enjoying the moment, "Stop talking about what you're going to do and…DO ME!"
Clark grabbed his wife by the back and pulled her chest up to his mouth, suckling on her nipples, playing with her hard, erect nipples with teeth and tongue.
Clark Kent--Superman--slid one hand between his wife's thighs, cupping her hot cuntmound in his hand. He pressed the palm of his hand against her clitoris even as he sucked on her tits and rubbed his large, rock-hard cock against her smooth, toned thigh, a hot throbbing member that seemed to send pulses of erotic sensation throughout Lois' entire body.
He pulled his lips away from her tits, sat up and slid his hands down under her firm, toned buttcheeks. He lifted her hips slightly, then he pressed his own hips forward, the tip of his hard cock pushing against her ready, willing pussy, ready to give her the fucking of a lifetime.
Dinah lifted her ass up as Dominic slid her panties down, he did it slowly, sensuously, running the fabric down over her thighs, her knees and ankles, pulling it off first one foot, then the other. Somehow it seemed like the fabric of her panties was connected to her flesh and to his, sending thrills of pleasure through both their bodies.
This is it, she thought, Completely naked, I've got nothing to hide from him now.
The strange turn of events no longer bothered her, it seemed perfectly natural that she should be with him, together as man and woman despite the short amount of time they'd spent together.
His eyes ran up her body slowly, taking all of her in. Her perfectly formed feet, her ankles, knees and thighs all formed together to make a pair of the sexiest legs ever seen. Between her slightly parted thighs was a thin rectangle of black pubic hair, she shaved her cuntlips out of necessity, given the rather revealing nature of her costume, although she had to admit to a secret thrill whenever she shaved her re-growth.
His eyes stayed momentarily between her legs, then moved up onto her flat, toned waist, then her nice, firm breasts, which had rolled somewhat to the side, although it was barely noticeable. Her dark pink nipples were erect, pointed at the ceiling, straining forward from her breasts, buzzing with sensation.
Again his eyes strayed for a moment on her breasts, then he moved up her slender neck to her beautiful face, framed by her glorious, wavy blonde hair.
He stared into her beautiful, blue-gray eyes with a look on his face approaching wistfulness.
"So beautiful," he murmured almost imperceptibly, then he began moving up over her, running his arms along the outside of her thighs, over her hips and up to her breasts, until he was on all fours above her.
His presence was not looming, more comforting, like she was finally complete. He didn't leap on her and beginning humping at her like a rabid dog, instead he leaned down and kissed her again, softly, reassuring.
And then he was in her, before she even knew it, his member was entering her, sliding in with an almost familiar ease. She stretched back, arching her back and biting her lower lip, moaning in pleasure as she once again felt a real, live cock pushing up inside of her, filling her up.
She realized that she hadn't even seen his penis, that her eyes had been on his face almost the entire time, focused on his dark brown eyes even when he'd stripped his clothes off. And even now, she couldn't take her eyes from his, as he slowly moved up and down, pushing in and out of her in a steady rhythm.
Every push of his cock into her cunt and every withdrawal seemed to double her pleasure. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheets, her toes balling and hips rising up to meet him as he slid in and out of her. All thoughts of Oliver, her alter-ego as The Black Canary, Oracle or even the rape she had brought up only half an hour ago had faded, all she knew was that she was with Dominic, that he made her feel good, safe, secure and loved.
He lowered his face to hers and lightly kissed her lips, then her cheeks, her chin and forehead, the crook of her neck and the top of her chest. Each kiss seemed to buzz lightly on her skin even as he moved away, her skin hypersensitive, reacting to even the slightest touch.
He shifted his hips slightest, changing the angle of his cock's entry inside of her parted, eager cuntlips. The top of his cock rasped along her clitoris, driving her wild, making her moan and cry out in pleasure.
Dominic was a gentle, sensitive lover, but also a very confident one. He didn't pause every time she cried out to check if she was all right, he didn't spend all his time worrying about if he was doing the right thing, he just did the right thing.
He lifted his upper body up by extending his arms, locking them into place, while he pressed his hips down, getting deeper penetration at a further angle, increasing both their pleasure.
Dinah moaned happily, it was so good, this was sex as it was supposed to be. Guilt-free, angst-free, pleasurable to both sides with no worries and no misconceptions.
"So beautiful," Dominic moaned again, staring down at her lust driven face, flushed with pleasure, her hair plastering to her forehead as sweat flowed from her skin. Her mouth was wide open, her eyes half closed and her face pushing further and further back into the pillow beneath her as she forgot all about Dinah Laurel Lance, all about The Black Canary, all about Oliver Queen and Oracle. All that her thoughts were focused on now was the pleasure, the sensation of sex with this wonderful man, this man who was everything to her now.
And as Dominic gleefully plunged in and out of the sexy superheroine's cunt, her clasping lips tugging and sucking back on his meat, trying to keep him deep inside of her, the look in his eyes changed slightly, from sexual gratification to an almost contemptuous look of pleasure as he fucked The Black Canary harder and harder.
Clark Kent, otherwise known as Superman, moaned in pleasure, feeling his wife's hot, tight cunt squeezing around his cock.
The Man Of Steel crammed inch after inch of his penis into Lois' tight little pussy, gritting his teeth, throwing back his head, his eyes squeezed shut.
As was usually the case, he could only get just over half of his member into his wife's tight little snatch at first. And so he fucked six inches of Kryptonian cock in and out of her, sliding his meat back and forth into her juicy, tight, clinging cuntlips. Her hot little pussy was gripping onto him as she slammed her hips up to meet his, only the tightness of her cunt keeping their hips from slamming together, for now anyway.
Her head was thrown back against the base of the bed, her feet pressing into the pillows at the head of the bed. She stared up at her husband with wide eyes as he fucked in and out of her, getting more and more of his meat inside of her with each thrust into her tight, shaven cuntlips.
Her beautiful, toned white legs were spread out on either side of her husband's thrusting hips, lifting up with each downward thrust of his cock into her. As Clark fucked her harder and deeper, grinding more and more of his cock inside of Lois' sucking cuntlips, her legs lifted higher and higher, as Superman pushed his cock deeper and deeper into her steadily juicier fuckhole.
He lifted his ass up as his hips pulled back, getting more of his cock out, meaning he could shove even more in to Lois' tight little pussy, which seemed to suck in another inch with every thrust of his cock into her.
He was almost fully inside of her now, fucking eight inches of long, supercock deep into her cunt, his eyes crawling all over her body lasciviously, taking in her bouncing, sweat-glistening breasts, her firm waist, her sweat-plastered hair sticking to her flushed face, her open mouth letting out moans of pleasure as her eyes rolled back in her head and she gave herself up to the intense feeling of getting fucked by The Man Of Tomorrow.
With a hungry growl, Clark let his arms bend so that his head dropped down to just above her chest. He opened his mouth and grabbed one light pink nipple into his mouth, sucking in some of the tit flesh around it and sucking hungrily on her erect, straining nipples.
Lois' cunt was incredibly tight around his dick, gripping onto him like a hot vise, but also sucking on his cock like a wet tube, the mixed sensation were incredible, and were driving Clark towards the inevitable.
He pumped his cock up and down, lifting his hips up until his cock seemed as if it must end and pull loose, then dropping back down and finally cramming every last inch of his cock down into Lois Lane's hot, tight little fuck-box.
One hand kneaded and massaged the tit that wasn't in his mouth, feeling the warm, yielding titflesh as he sucked on the other. His cock plunged deep inside of her and he ground his hips hard against hers with each meeting of hip against hip.
Her hot, tight little cunt felt so good, so tight and juicy that all Clark could think of was shoving every last inch deep inside of her and shooting his cum. He proceeded to attempt just that, fucking hard into her, feeling her hips raise up to meet his own, rubbing her clit tight against the base of his cock. He slammed his long, swollen meat deep inside of her juicy cunt, fucking her with strong, deep strokes of his prick.
Lois lifted and contracted her tight all ass, which was dripping with sweat and making her squirm around on the sheets. Crazily, she actually thought to herself in the throes of passion that she'd have to change the sheets tomorrow.
She was fucking back at him with everything she had, which wasn't easy considering that he was Superman. She managed to meet the speed and timing of his thrusts, but she was growing more and more fatigued, but feeling more and more sexually gratified.
She wrapped her long legs around Clark's waist in an attempt to keep him close, wanting to feel his cock deep inside of her always, but when Superman wanted to pull back, not much could stop him. The end result was that her legs were sawing back and forth across his back, which actually began to arouse them both even more.
Her body began to tremble in ecstasy, her moans of excitement as her body's muscles began to lock up, as they always did before she climaxed. Clark seemed to sense this, and pulled his mouth from her tit to stare up at her. Their eyes locked and they stared at each other, wanting to see the moment of orgasm. Her flushed, sweating face was a clear indication that she was close to gushing, while Clark, despite his grunts of pleasure and ecstasy, had only a slight flush in his face and muss in his hair, with not even a light sheen of perspiration.
Lois' tits rose and fell rapidly as her breathing came more and more quickly, sweat glistened all over her toned, sexy body. Her legs were locked tightly around his waist, her hips grinding up hard against his fucking cock as she moaned and squealed happily.
Her cunt was clamping tighter around his cock than it had before, sucking on his cock, tugging it back down inside of her.
"CLARK!!" she squealed, "IT'S COMING, IT'S COMING!!!"
Her body seized up totally, her legs locking around his waist so tight that Clark realized pulling back now would do an injury, so he just shoved his cock deep into her cunt, which was squeezing so tight on his prick now that an ordinary man would probably have had bruising the next day.
Lois' moans were getting so loud now, coming so close together that she was having trouble breathing. She'd held back orgasming as long as possible purely for her own pleasure, because she found the moment just before orgasm to be such a high she wanted it to last forever. Now she gave up on trying to last any longer and allowed herself to release, her juices exploding from her cunt and spraying out in small sprays from her cock-stuffed cunt. He pulled back slightly, and before he could slam back in to the now juicy heat of her pussy, her juices flowed out over his balls, her asscheeks, and the sheets.
She let out a squeal of absolute, total sexual ecstasy, then went limp beneath him, her legs falling to his sides as he continued to fuck her. She was still conscious, but in a state of post-orgasmic shock, her body lying beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, breasts moving erotically up and down as she tried to tune back in to the real world after such fantastic pleasure.
Clark continued fucking her now incredibly sensitive cunt, then looked up at her well fucked body and grinned fiercely, making a low growling noise in the back of his throat.
He grabbed her hips and pulled his hips back, his long cock finally popping out of her cunt, her juices flowing out of her gaping cunt before her pussylips relaxed slightly and closed somewhat.
"Lois!" growled Clark, then flipped her easily about onto her stomach. Lois' eyes widened slightly, but the same happy, sated smile remained on her face as he lifted her up onto her knees, her face buried into the bed, her tight apple of an ass pointed straight up at him.
He grabbed her by the hips and with ease shoved his cock back into tight, well fucked pussy, then began to fuck her even harder than before.
Lois just moaned happily as her firm, rounded breasts bounced back and forward and her asscheeks seemed to have a small shockwave pass through them each time Clark's hips smacked against her firm, tight little ass as hey cunt clung tightly to his hard cock.
He fucked her hard and fast, fucking her with short, quick hard thrusts with his pleasure more in mind than hers. She'd cum, now it was his turn.
"AH YES!" he cried out,"LOIS! LOIS! LOISLOISLOISLOISLOISLOISLOIS LOISLOISLOISLOISLOOOOOOOOOESSSSS!!!!!!!"
He ground his hips hard against her asscheeks, his cock crammed fully into her cunt as he released his cum, shooting his sperm deep into her fuckchannel. He still remembered his fear the first time they'd fucked, his irrational worries that when he came he might send her flying across the room. Of course he hadn't, and after that he'd become more confident in their sex.
"AH.... Lois," he moaned, gripping onto her thighs, he made a couple more thrusts into her tight little pussy, then leaned forward and rested his head against her back, his arms draped over her sides, his hips pressed against her ass. They lay like that for quite some time, eventually he rolled off her, his cock pulling out with a wet, sluicing noise, and lay next to her, holding her close to him, his crotch pressed against her buttocks.
A satisfied smile on his face.
Dinah felt it building, it seemed as if her orgasm had been coming from the moment Dominic had slid his cock into her. Every thrust of his prick into her pussy just seemed to increase the growing pleasure she was feeling.
"Oh... Dominic, I can... don't stop!" she groaned, her hands coming up and feeling up her own breasts, something she had never done during sex before. She fingered her nipples, twisting the straining, erect nipples between thumb and forefinger, feeling the sensations running through her body, which intensified with every stroke of her fingers, every thrust of Dominic's cock.
"Yes, yes!" grunted her lover, his hips sliding in and out of The Black Canary's snatch faster and faster, riding along her clitoris, her cunt gripping and sucking back on his cock.
She'd never enjoyed being so submissive before, she could happily do this forever, just lie back and let him fuck her for all eternity, staring at his face, his eyes, his hypnotic eyes.
"Mine," he whispered, staring down at her, "You feel good, Dinah? Are you enjoying yourself?"
"Yes," she moaned, then let out a gasp as she felt the first pre-cursor of her orgasm.
"Yes," he moaned, leaning further forward, his eyes seeming to capture and lock her gaze into place.
"Yes!" she repeated, the felt it happen, felt herself let go, her orgasm coming and her entire body just seeming to totally relax, to let go.
And as cum gushed from her cunt, all over Dominic's cock, she felt something similar happen to her mind. It relaxed, then let go, all her inhibitions and safely guarded secrets forgotten, all her worries and fears disappearing into Dominic's deep, brown eyes.
"Ahhhhhh," she moaned, a cry of deep release, "Ahhhh."
Dominic grunted, and pushed his hips forward hard, his cock buried entirely inside of her, then he cried out happily and shot deep inside of her, looking hard into her eyes.
"Mine," he whispered, "All mine forever."
"Yes," she gasped, her hands lying limply on her breasts, her legs casually spread, his cock pressed deep inside of her. His entire demeanor had become completely relaxed, almost as if he was going to collapse in a pile of goo.
"Anything I want," he whispered to her, staring into her eyes and smirking, "Anything at all."
"Anything," Dinah whispered.
"Anything," he repeated with a smile, then pulled free from her, rolling over and lying on the bed beside her.
They lay silently for a few moments, then a shadow fell over Dinah's body. A woman stood next to the bed, staring down at Dinah with bemused contempt.
"One of the Founders of The Justice League Of America," said the woman, smiling at Dominic, "How easy it was to get at her."
The woman had large, long purplish hair which ran all the way down to her firm ass, accentuated by the skin-tight, figure-hugging green costume which ran over her entire body, over her legs, waist and breasts, to a single strap running over her left shoulder. She wore green metal straps around her arms, three on her left arm and one of her right. On the right arm the strap was over her forearm, on the left it was just below her shoulder, with two other straps on the forearm. Her gloves were a slightly darker shade of green than the bodysuit she was wearing.
A green belt ran around her waist with a thin strip of dark green material running down over her crotch. On her left thigh sat a pocket pouch, fastened by small clasps which attached to the belt and also ran around her inner thigh.
A green metal ring ran around the lower part of her left thigh and she wore knee high green boots that looked to be made from a crumpled kind of leather. Over her breasts were bark-like breast guards that acted like an external bra, it had leaf-like chains hanging off that circled around to her back.
She wore green mascara above her eyes and bone earrings on her ears, and despite her great beauty she had a hardness about her which took away from her attractiveness.
"Circe," muttered Dominic, as if she was more an annoyance to him than a surprise.
Her eyes narrowed slightly at the perceived insult, as a Sorceress who had once manipulated several pantheons of gods into going to war against each other, she wasn't used to being treated like an underling.
Then again, Dominic wasn't just anybody.
"How proceeds the plan?" he asked her, ignoring the comment about the naked superheroine next to him, who didn't react to the other woman's presence at all, "Is everyone else fulfilling their ends of the bargain?"
"So far, yes," replied the woman, "Oracle has been neutralized by her attempts to solve the Green Lantern and Huntress mysteries, which have also taken The Flash out of the picture. Aquaman was easy to deal with, diverted by a threat to his precious ecological sensibilities. Wonder Woman is, as you know, neutralized, as is The Manhunter, while Orion has not made an appearance, just as you predicted. If you've taken care of Superman and Batman like you said you would, I don't foresee any problems from Steel, Big Barda or Plastic Man, of course."
"The Joker?"
"Being taken care off as we speak."
"Good," said Dominic with a smile, then slapped at Circe's hand as the Sorceress ran a finger up Dinah's waist, "Don't do that."
Circe's eyes narrowed again, but she did as she was told, and put her arm back to her side.
"I want Wonder Woman's indoctrination sped up," Dominic muttered, as at ease making instructions in the nude next to an incredibly beautiful naked superheroine as he would have been fully dressed in a boardroom. "And I want Catwoman brought in as soon as possible; when can we have our triggerwoman out?"
"Once Joker is taken care off," returned Circe, "She can be out almost immediately."
"I love this city," chuckled Dominic, "Can you imagine trying to pull this off in Metropolis!"
He laughed at the joke, but Circe remained serious.
"The machine?"
"Those pathetic scientists of yours are salivating all over it," Circe said contemptuously, rolling her eyes, "They don't even seem to notice me while they're working on it."
"I can hardly imagine that," said Dominic with a smile, casting an appreciative eye up Circe's lithe, sexy body. Circe allowed a small smile to cross her lips and her own eyes darted down Dominic's body, then she went serious again, back to business.
"Well?" he asked her, seeing that she wasn't finished reporting yet, "What is it?"
"It's just... all your plans and designs..." she trailed off, unsure of how to continue.
"Well, what?" he snapped, his eyes narrowing, the same hypnotic brown eyes that had captivated The Black Canary had now taken on a hard, bitter glint.
"You haven't said anything about the Angel," she said at last.
Dominic frowned slightly, then waved an arm at Circe, dismissing her like one would a servant. Even though she was unused to being treated in such a cavalier fashion, she turned and faded into the shadows along the wall.
I'll remember each and every one of those superior little gestures, Circe thought to herself with a grim grin, And make you answer to each one.
Then she was gone.
Dominic sat naked on the bed, next to Dinah's nude body. The superheroine hadn't responded to Circe's presence, not even when the Sorceress had ran a finger over her waist. She just lay on the bed, a slight smile on her face, looking completely and totally content.
But Dominic did not.
His eyes had narrowed, and a light frown crossed his lips before he finally spoke.
"The Angel... I'll take care of The Angel."
The Joker lay on his bed, sleeping, letting out the occasional chuckle, which would then turn into a loud, hooting laugh. This brought cries from the other prisoners, yelling for him to shut up, but he did not hear, and eventually his laughter would trail off.
The floor of the cell was a white grating made up of thousands of tiny little holes, this conducted the electric field used to bring unruly prisoners into line, it was also used to conduct delousing fluids and gas dangerous prisoners that had to be moved. No human, even those of them with meta-human abilities, could get through the grate to escape, even Clayface--who was kept in another kind of cell altogether--would only be able to move from one cell to another.
No human.
Slowly, as if unsure of it's way, a small, green tendril made it's way through one of the small squares, twisting this way and that until it was facing the direction of The Joker's sleeping back. As if this was a signal, more and more of the tendrils shot up through the squares, growing up higher and higher.
"What the fuck is that?" muttered Killer Croc from his cell, which was across from The Joker's. He looked over to his side, where he had an angled view of the cell next to The Joker's, which contained Poison Ivy.
The sexy redhead was kneeling on the ground, she had removed the glove on one hand and pressed it against the white squares of the floor. Her eyes were closed as if in concentration, but she seemed to sense Croc's gaze. Her eyes opened slightly and she turned to look at him, bringing her gloved hand up, lifting a finger to her ruby-red lips and smiling.
Croc's grin widened, and he sat back, looking forward to the show.
The green tendrils had lifted high up now, on an equal level with The Joker's back. They began to bend and twist their ways towards him, their intent obvious, to strangle the life from the Clown Prince Of Crime.
And the Joker suddenly began to giggle.
Ivy's eyes opened wide, while Croc leaned forward further on his bunk, eager to see what happened next.
One of the Joker's arms lifted straight up, and he was clutching something in his gloved hand. His giggles became louder as Croc realized he was holding what looked to be a jagged, broken piece of the wall.
"ZAP!" cried The Joker, and a sudden buzz filled his cell, the familiar sound of electricity crackling across the floor.
The tendrils shot up straight, not damaged by the electricity but shocked into attention.
"ARRRGHHHH!!" screamed Ivy, and Croc's eyes shot over to her cell, where electricity was suddenly coursing through the floor she knelt on, hit by feedback that The Joker had somehow triggered.
Croc heard doors whir open and guards rush in, alerted by the monitor guards and the alarms that would have gone off the moment the electricity grid was activated by an unauthorized person.
"SHIT!" cried guard Jenkins, skidding to a halt in front of the troublemaker's cells. He stared in shock at the various green tendrils standing to attention in The Joker's cell, which the madman seemed to unaware of. Next to that cell, Poison Ivy was thrashing about on the floor of her cell, getting hit by wave after wave of electricity, coming seemingly from nowhere.
He'd been on night shift now for six months, starting at midnight each night and working till 10 in the morning, making good money but seeing nothing but the darker side of life, which was in turn making him a more miserable person.
"What the fuck is going on?" cried the next guard to arrive, Barry Atkinson, who was young and working the night shift to get himself through Community College, "Turn it off!"
Jenkins pushed the panic switch repeatedly, which was supposed to shut down the whole grid, but nothing happened.
Jenkins was shoved out of the way by Atkinson, who seemed to think that if he pushed the panic switch, it would work.
Inside his cell, The Joker sat up and spun about on his bunk, planting his feet on the ground. On the wall beside him a large chunk of wall had somehow been ripped out, and the exposed wires played around with to take control of the electricity grid.
"YOU!" growled Jenkins, pointing his nightstick menacingly at The Joker, who was chuckling evilly, his eyes narrowing to dark slits.
"Shut it off!" screamed Atkinson, slamming his fist against the reinforced glass screen, "Shut it off you fucking freak!"
The electricity grid was designed to give progressively higher shocks to bring the occupant of the cell into line, but The Joker was sending an unbroken feed into Ivy's cell, getting higher and higher, approaching lethal levels.
Jenkins thrust past the younger guard with a grim look on his face and flicked the electric switch on the panel besides The Joker's cell.
"Give the freak a taste of his own medicine," growled Jenkins, a grim look of satisfaction on his face.
But nothing happened.
"HAHAHAHAHA!" cried The Joker, cackling madly.
"DAMMIT!" growled Jenkins, realizing Joker had bypassed the electric grid to his cell, causing any feedback to run into Ivy's cell. He shoved a key into the control panel, twisting it and opening the screen in front of The Joker's cell.
He and Atkinson rushed in, meaning to beat Joker down and cut the wires sending the electricity to Ivy's cell.
But The Joker had been waiting just for this, and twisted a wire in the wall, allowing electricity to flow freely back into his cell.
Jenkins and Atkinson screamed as their bodies were jolted with a hard shock of electricity, and charged flailing into the tendrils still running up into the cell from Ivy's. The tendrils reacted to the two guards, grabbing onto them, choking and squeezing their twitching bodies.
Joker cackled out loud again and shut off the electricity, leaving the guards to be crushed to death by the plants, while he leaped off the bed (which had been shifted to a different circuit and afforded him protection) and rushed past them, stopping momentarily to grab the keys from Jenkins (he received a small static shock, which caused him to laugh even louder) and then he was out.
"WHAT YA GONNA DO!?!" demanded Croc, slamming his huge fists against the glass screen, which shook but was none the worse for the blow.
The Joker turned and stared at Killer Croc, his grin even wider than before, his eyes dancing with a mad glee that actually made the huge criminal step back.
The Joker's attention was diverted by the sounds of approaching boots, more and more guards arriving, probably with tasers or neural cripplers which no amount of ingenuity could get past.
"What am I going to do, Croc?" he chuckled, "Why, I'm going to emancipate you all."
"HEY!" cried Croc, covering his groin with his huge hands and backing off even further.
The Joker sighed, shaking his head, then moved to the head of the corridor and inserted Jenkin's masterkey to the front panel. He twisted it and the glass screen in front of each cell lifted instantaneously.
The guards burst in, and at the same time some of the worst, most dangerous criminals in Gotham City burst from their cells.
"RAHHHHH!" screamed Croc, charging right into the guards, ignoring the tasers pressing against his thick skin. Many of the other prisoners quickly rushed to help him, knowing that past him lay freedom.
The Joker sauntered over to Poison Ivy's cell, his grin smug and self-satisfied as he looked down on his would-be assassin.
When he'd switched on the electricity in his cell, it had stopped the flow to hers, and now she lay in the fetal position, clutching her knees to her breasts and moaning lightly.
"Oh Ivy," sighed Joker, rolling his eyes, "Didums get hurt? Haha haha!"
He knelt down and grabbed her by the chin, pulling her face up to within inches of his own. His eyes darkened and his grin became more malevolent as he growled, "What next, Ives? What did the big man want you to do after killing me?"
She moaned incoherently and he slapped her hard across the face, making her cry out as her sensitized skin trebled the actual pain the slap had given.
"TELL ME!" he growled, "Or I can make things very, very painful for you, understand?"
"Ca... cat," moaned Ivy.
"Cat? What, did Dommy want you to pick up a kitty from the pet store?" he chuckled, low in his throat, a dark, gurgling noise, then he shook her as he yelled, "SPEAK UP!!"
"CATWOMAN!" she screamed, "HE WANTED ME TO FIND CATWOMAN AND BRING HER TO HIM!"
The Joker stared at her through narrowed eyes, then suddenly they lightened and his smile became bright, gleeful, "Well that's all I wanted to know, Ives!" he laughed and pulled her hard against him, licking her face and making her moan in despair.
"Thanks for the memories, kiddo!" he chuckled and let her drop to the ground, then turned and rushed down the corridor in the opposite direction of the battling guards and prisoners.
Gotham City, 6th June 1999, 1:45AM
Selena Kyle--Catwoman--lay on her couch, wearing nothing but the amulet she'd traded the sphere stolen from Maxi-Drive Enterprises.
The small red ruby sent into the round gold disk sat between her large, firm breasts, it was cool against her skin, and didn't seem to warm at all, but the coolness was pleasing to her, sending the occasional thrill running down her waist and into her crotch. Her nipples were erect and she could feel them straining, it was incredibly erotic and she let a low moan escape her beautiful, pouting lips.
She leaned back, stretching her arms and legs languorously, stretching full length and smiling happily as her head leaned back, loving the feel of the cool chain around her slender neck and large, round breasts.
She opened her eyes and looked up above her, finding herself staring at two light glowing, white eyeslits contained in a dark shadow that was blacker than black against the flickering light coming from the fireplace.
She smiled, a lazy, incredibly sensual smile.
"Bats, don't you ever knock?"
"Catwoman," Batman grunted, "We have to get out of here, now."
"Hmmm," she chuckled, running her hands down over her breasts and flat stomach, cupping her inner thighs and spreading her long, sexy legs slightly, "Not the reaction most men would have."
If The Dark Knight was moved by her nudity he didn't show it, he spoke in a warning tone of voice, pressed by a quiet urgency that would normally have gotten through to her that he meant business. "The Joker set off a riot at Arkham Asylum just over an hour ago and somehow escaped. Somebody wants you, Selena, and they were going to send Poison Ivy to get you, but now he's coming instead."
"Somebody wants me?" she purred, "I know someone that can have me."
She reached up and grabbed his arms, attempting to pull him down towards her, but he easily resisted.
"We don't have time for this," he growled, "This is linked to something bigger, I think somebody is planning something big and is trying to get The JLA out of the way, you acted as a reserve member for us once, your life could be in danger."
She squirmed about slightly on the couch, liking the feel of her buttocks squeezing against each other, "Lighten up, Bats, why don't you slip into something a little more comfortable, like me?"
"Selena, this isn't like you," Batman hissed, "You didn't even react when you found me standing right above you, you didn't even hear me coming."
"So," she chuckled, trailing a finger over one nipple and moaning happily, "You're good."
"Not that good that I could get to within an inch of you," he said, "You're being affected by something, maybe that amulet you're wearing?"
She finally reacted, twisting up into a sitting position and clutching the amulet in her hand, her eyes flaring up with a pure hatred that surprised Batman slightly.
"MINE!" she hissed, "It's mine!"
"Selena," Batman repiled, holding up his arms to show he wasn't threatening her, "Where did you get the amulet?"
She pulled back on the couch, drawing up her knees in an unconscious effort to put as much between Batman and the amulet as she possibly could.
"IT'S MINE!" she screeched at him, "I traded for it fair and square!"
"Who did you trade with, Selena?" Batman asked, his eyes narrowing almost imperceptibly.
"I don't know," she replied, looking suddenly confused, "He sent me a picture of the amulet and I knew it was mine, straight away, and all he wanted for it was a stupid sphere."
"What sphere?" asked Batman, his voice betraying an urgency that was very much unlike him, "Did you get it from Maxi-Drive?"
She stared at him suspiciously, clutching the amulet in her hand and gaining security and confidence from it, "Yes, but I don't have it anymore, I gave the stupid thing to him in exchange for the amulet."
A knock came at the door, Batman's head twisted to the side.
"We have to go now," he whispered harshly, "Selena, you're in terrible danger!"
The knock came again, more insistent now.
"No," Selena replied, her eyes suddenly becoming wide and taking on a faraway look, "I have to answer the door."
She stood up and walked past him, heading for the door without bothering to cover up her nudity.
Batman cursed under his breath and moved quickly, silently forward, grabbing Catwoman first around her mouth, then her waist.
She squealed and kicked as he pulled her back towards the large french doors, fighting not to get out of his grasp, but reaching out with an almost fervent desperation for the door.
"Pizza!" yelled the person behind the door, but Batman didn't believe it for a second, he knew exactly who was behind that door, and he wasn't carrying any pizza.
A gunshot fired, and seconds later the door to the apartment was kicked in.
"I SAID PIZZA!" screamed The Joker, cackling madly, gripping two machine guns in his hands, "WHERE'S MY TIP!"
He began firing as Batman twisted around, protecting Catwoman with his body, his cape would deflect any bullets that hit it, although Joker hadn't seemed to have seen them yet, he was just firing randomly at anything.
"BATS!" he squealed suddenly, spotting the flowing cape as The Dark Knight Detective rushed for the windows, "Now it's a party!"
Batman heard something hit the ground, heard the door slamming as Joker left the apartment. He knew even before the second thump that The Joker had tossed a grenade into the apartment.
He barreled through the french doors, the glass fragments smashing harmlessly over his batsuit, leaped easily onto the wire supports running over the verandah, squatting his legs and leaped blindly into the night.
A second later the explosion ripped through the apartment, a fireball bursting through the smashed glass doors, furniture and all of her collected assortments destroyed in a second.
Far below, on the ground, well over 50 cats paused in the alley they had collected in, stared up at the explosion--reflected in their eyes--and then, as if sensing their mistress (who had rather unceremoniously ushered them out earlier in the evening) hadn't been inside, they went back to sniffing and pawing playfully at each other, having already forgotten the explosion.
Batman landed roughly on the adjacent building, having had to fire his grappling line without judging his arc of descent or the effect Catwoman's added weight would have on him. He managed to protect her from the shock of the landing, but a second later they were rolling over and he found himself lying on top of her.
"Heh," she chuckled, and he realized with a shock she was half asleep, despite what had just happened, "Hell of a thing to do... jus to get on top of me."
"Selena, Selena?" he asked, concerned as she drifted off to sleep. She was somewhat of an adrenaline junkie, getting almost high off danger when it occurred, getting some kind of secret thrill she didn't bother to hide. The fact that she was falling asleep was just more evidence that something was wrong.
Standing up, he lifted her over his shoulder, trying not to think too much about how good her nude body had felt beneath him even through his tough batsuit. He was uncomfortably aware of how close his hand was to her bare buttocks, that she was completely, totally nude, but he ignored it as he quickly made his way down the fire escape, in a rush to get to the Batmobile before The Joker found out they hadn't been in the apartment when it blew.
He had to get to The Watchtower, and soon.
JLA Watchtower, 6th June, 2:37 AM
Batman carried Catwoman's unconscious body--covered now in a blanket he'd grabbed from Alfred before hopping into the teleporter in the Batcave--through the Hall Of Justice, on his way to the Medical Lab. As he passed the Armory, he paused and looked up at the roof.
"Get down from there," he muttered.
The ceiling bent somewhat, then flowed down into a puddle at Batman's feet, which quickly sprang back up to a figure identical to Batman, only his batsuit was a bright red.
"How'd you know it was me?" Plastic Man asked.
"I don't have time for this," muttered Batman, "But a good hint is that, unless a psychedelic painter was in here during my absence, the Watchtower doesn't have bright red ceilings."
"Always picking at the little things," muttered Plastic Man, taking on his own form again, "Who's the hotty?"
"Catwoman," replied Batman, "Come with me."
He began to make his way towards the Medical Lab, Plastic Man in tow, hopping up and down excitedly and asking questions.
"Catwoman, eh? Where's her mask? What happened to you? Do I smell smoke? You crazy kids been toking up? Huh? Huh? Huh?"
Batman stopped at the door to the Med-Lab, shifted Catwoman's weight to one arm, then turned around and grabbed Plastic Man by the lips.
"Listen," he growled, "This is very, very serious, so I'm only going to say it once."
"Oui, Michelle of ze Resistance!" replied Plastic Man through muffled lips, taking on the appearance of a French Policeman.
"Someone's out to get The JLA," said Batman, ignoring Plastic Man's antics, "I need to use the Monitor Womb and get in contact with some people, and I..do..not..want..anything to happen to Catwoman here, understand?"
"Yawohl, Mein Fuhrer!" cried Plastic Man, saluting sharply and becoming a Gestapo Officer, albeit a very brightly colored one.
"Just guard her," sighed Batman, and walked into the Med-Lab.
He placed her down in a bed gently and covered her with more blankets before removing the amulet from around her neck. She frowned, not liking the removal of the amulet even when unconscious, but then settled back into a deeper sleep.
Batman moved to a communications terminal and opened the link to Steel's Laboratory, where you could rely on finding him most nights, he slept very little.
"Steel here," came back the reply.
"This is Batman, I need to met you in the Research Lab," replied The Dark Knight,"I have something you might be interested in."
He stared closely at the amulet in his hand, barely hearing Steel's confirmation.
Catwoman seemed to be floating in nothingness, drifting silently in a red void where nothing existed but herself.
Selena, whispered a voice, coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
"Who's there?" she asked, and her voice was languorous, sleepy, which was just the way she felt. She had never felt so relaxed in her life, and she was generally a very laid back person.
Tell me about your darkest desires, whispered the voice, not answering her question, "Tell me your secret shame, tell me what you want more than anything."
Strangely enough, she felt that here she could speak of her desires, and that it seemed oddly appropriate. After all, when you got down to it, it all came down to your desires and fantasies, sensation was all there really was to life.
"I want him, my Dark Knight," she murmured happily, her eyes half closed, her voice low and sexy, "I want Batman."
"I know," said a voice beside her, and she realized that Batman was there, next to her, and that, too, seemed right.
"Bats," she laughed happily, rolling right around, loving the feel of her long, curly black hair running over her face and neck, "I love you."
"I love you," Batman said, then said no more.
What do you want? asked the everywhere/nowhere voice again.
"Batman," she said, cocking one eye lazily as she spread her arms and legs out to the sides and thrilled at the feeling of stretching, so much like a cat, "I already said that."
No, whispered the voice, What do you want, what have you always wanted?
"Jewels, gems, bright shiny things," she chuckled, cupping her hair in her hands and running them up over her breasts, her neck, her cheeks, "To curl up in front of a fire and be held, to have him with me always."
The more she said, the better she felt, and the more she wanted to say. Words began to come unbidden, as Batman stood stoically beside her, unmoving, unspeaking.
"I want to cuddle up to a giant cat, I want to dance naked in the rain and make love to a woman, I want to rub myself in oil and squirm about on the sun-baked concrete, I want to eat a pound of chocolate and get taken up the ass, I want the dark man, the mystery man, the one we all dream about but can never have... I WANT!"
Then don't deny yourself, whispered the everywhere/nowhere voice, What's the point in dreaming and fantasizing and wanting, when you can have? When you can just let it happen and enjoy yourself! Why do you deny your desires?
"Why?" she asked, confused herself. Why should she deny herself, she'd always been someone who saw something she liked and took it, but she realized now she'd never followed through on the full potential of this lifestyle. She'd always loved cats, loved their freedom, their carefree lifestyle, living one day to the next, and she'd tried to emulate them... but she was just a pathetic human imitation. If she truly wanted to be Catwoman, she had to be less like a woman and more like a cat.
Yes, laughed the voice, You know the secret, life's too short, enjoy it while you're here and damn the consquences!!
"YES!" she laughed, sitting up and grabbing Batman around his neck.
Now, said the voice, Take what you wa...
She lay for some time before realizing that there was something against her back, that she was lying on an object.
What had happened? Had she been dreaming? Or had that been real?
She opened her eyes and looked up, she was in a clean, sterile looking environment, but it looked too hi-tech and futuristic to be a hospital.
Then she remembered her brief 'unofficial' tour of The Watchtower back when she'd helped The JLA defeat Prometheus. She was in The Medical Lab, Batman must have brought her here.
She felt a moment of panic when she realized the amulet wasn't resting in it's comfortable place between her breasts, but then calmed herself. It would be somewhere in the area, and it was hers, as was anything else she wanted.
"If I want it," she murmured to herself, "Take it."
Right now what she really wanted was sex. Despite all she'd been through in the last hour, her thoughts were still on how she'd felt lying on her couch, the amulet cold against her skin, her nipples erect and her legs spread, wanting something between her legs, something hot and real.
These thoughts didn't bother her, this was the new her, the new Selena Kyle. If she wanted something, she'd take it, if she was hungry, she'd eat and if she was horny, well if she was horny then she'd fuck.
The doors to the Med-Lab opened and for some reason she lowered her head and closed her eyes, pretending to still be asleep. Raising her lids slightly, she saw that it was Plastic Man, entering the room to check on her.
He stayed in the doorway, just craning his head around by his elongated neck to check she was all right.
Selena suppressed a smile and decided to play with the world's strangest superhero a bit. Keeping her eyes closed enough so that she could see but he would think she was asleep, she let out a low grunt and kicked her sheets away, exposing her nude body.
She saw him perform a double take a cartoon character would have been proud of, then glance about as if to check to see if the other members of The JLA would be standing there, looking at him with shocked disapproval. When he saw that wasn't the case, he shuffled his way into the Med-Lab, letting the door close behind him.
His eyes roamed over her naked body, her long, sexy legs slightly spread, exposing her pink, shaven cuntlips and the small, light rectangle of black pubic hair. He licked his lips and again his eyes darted from side to side, checking to see if he was being watched, then he inched his way closer and closer towards her bed. His eyes ran up over her flat, toned waist to her large, perfect tits with their small, pink nipples straining up towards the ceiling. They were lolling slightly to the side due to their own weight, but still held up high on her chest due to a natural firmness usually only found in a good boob job.
Her long, curly black hair ran down the sides of her face and over her neck and shoulders, framing her beautiful face, her delicious looking ruby-red lips, small nose and large eyes, which were currently closed as she slept peacefully... or so he thought.
"Ahhh man," he whispered slightly, his cock erect in his pants. Like any man, when he got aroused his cock got hard, and while he could adjust the length, shape and size of his penis like any other man, when it got erect he couldn't make it go flaccid until the blood had flowed away.
He moved closer to her naked body, standing only a couple of feet away now, his neck craned out well over a foot. His hand absently rubbed his crotch and he licked his lips, letting a low moan escape his lips.
"Like what you see?" she asked.
"ARGH!" cried Plastic Man, leaping back slightly.
"Relax," chuckled Catwoman, opening her eyes and smiling at him.
"Uh!" he cried, "I was... I heard a noise!"
She laughed, "Calm down, I don't mind."
"No, you don't understand," he stammered, looking nervously about again, expecting Batman to burst in any second now and beat the living shit out of him, "I wasn't looking..."
"Why not?" she asked, spreading her legs apart a little further, "Aren't I attractive?"
"No! Uh, yes!" he cried, "But I wasn't perving on you or anything, I heard a noise, and I came in to check and..."
She spread her legs, slid her hand down her waist and cupped her cuntmound, sliding a finger up into her pussy.
"Huh," he said, breaking off what he'd been saying.
"Are you horny, Plastic Man?" she asked him, "Don't bother lying, I can see that log you've got stashed in your pants."
His eyes slid of her vagina momentarily to look down at his own crotch, then his eyes shot back up to her. He struggled to keep his eyes on her face, but she kept sliding and cycling her hand over her crotch, playing with herself.
"I'm horny," she moaned, "And Batman has a stick so far up his ass he'll never get around to helping me resolve that little problem."
"Uhhh, yeah?"
"What I'm saying," she moaned, pressing another finger between her bald cuntlips and stroking it in and out with the other, both digits glistening with her juices, "Is that I want to get fucked, and you're here."
"You want me to fuck you, because Batman has a stick up his ass, yeah, I get it," muttered Plastic Man, not believing even now that a woman as incredibly beautiful as Catwoman would ever let him touch her.
"Heh," she chuckled, "Speaking of which."
She twisted around onto her stomach and pushed her beautiful, firm, rounded ass up towards him, spreading her legs wide. She slid her fingers out of her cunt and ran them up her crack, pressing the lubed up digits against the small, pink rosebud of her anus.
"Oh, whoa."
"You ever fuck a girl up the ass, Plastic Man?" she asked him, smiling. Her other hand gripped onto one breast, squeezing the firm tit-flesh and moaning happily as her finger slowly slid it's way into her asshole.
"Are... are you serious?" asked Plastic Man, "You really want to... uh, make love?"
"No," moaned Catwoman as one finger slid up into her ass, "I want you to fuck me, and fuck me hard."
"You want me to..."
She stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"For fucks sake, does a girl have to beg? Get you're stupid fucking costume off, get over her and fuck me! All right, do you get it yet?"
"Hey, chill, chill!" muttered Plastic Man, "A guys got to be careful in these PC conscious nineties, you know."
"Then all hail the millennium," muttered Selena, "Maybe then we just get down to bumping hips."
"I gotta admit," he said, pulling off his tight red costume, bulking up his body somewhat to impress Catwoman, "I've always had a thing for you, maybe it's the bullwhip, or maybe just the skin tight clothes, but I've dreamt about this for years."
"Most people like my tits," she laughed, feeling up one of the breasts as she said it, rubbing her nipple between the knuckles of her fingers, "Others my ass, you can have it all."
"Oh yeah, this is like one of those fan-fics," Plastic Man grinned, rubbing his hands together as he stepped out of his clothes. He moved up onto the bed, getting up onto his knees, a few feet from the naked woman.
"Fan-fics, what the hell are you talking about now?" she asked, pressing her finger fully inside of her asshole while the hand that had been feeling up her breast had gone back to her cunt, rubbing her clitoris and spreading her cuntlips apart.
"On the Internet, guys write stories about celebrities and superheroes having sex, you know. Some people even write about comic book characters, but I prefer the real thing."
"There are lots of these stories?" moaned Catwoman, finger-fucking her cunt and ass, "Are they any good?"
"Some are," replied Plastic Man, moving up behind her and placing his hands hesitantly on her hips, "Others are pretty crap, others are about fetishes like feet and urinating and stuff. But some are really, really good, great ideas... I read one once where the whole JLA fuck Wonder Woman and it turns out Circe is behind it, and in the end Superman fucks Circe and when he cums he blows her out the window.... man, that was a classic."
"Yeah, okay," chuckled Catwoman, "But you think you might stop talking about fucking and start doing it?"
"Yeah, yeah!" said Plastic Man, who had been enjoying talking about his secret life on the Internet so much that he'd almost forgotten about the incredibly sexy supervillianess on all fours in front of him, fingerfucking her own cunt and asshole. He grabbed his cock and guided it towards her cunt, and she eagerly spread her cuntlips for him, moaning happily when she felt his cockhead press against the entrance to her hot, juicy fuckhole.
And then he paused.
"What?" she cried.
"Hey Cats," Plastic Man said with a grin, "Let me try something I read in this erotic fanfic once, it was a pretty good story by some loser called Dimitri."
"Meoow, whatever rubberman, just do it!" she said, tired of waiting, wanting to get him inside of her.
"That's Plastic Man."
"Raoow, who cares?"
He decided not to argue with the very hot supervillianess who wanted him to fuck her, and closed his eyes, concentrating on pulling a trick he'd only done once, experimentally, after reading the story he'd just mentioned to Catwoman--'The Herald Of something or other'.
Catwoman's eyes widened as she felt something too big to be a finger but too small to be a cock press against her asshole, while his cockhead was still sitting at the entrance of her cunt.
"What the...?"
"Hehe," chuckled Plastic Man, "Just call me Mr. Fantastic, Cats."
With a start she realized that he effectively split his penis in two, making a smaller cock come up off the top of his dick and press against her asshole. His ability to stretch his entire bodies molecular structure allowing him to maintain the size of his cock while splitting off a smaller one.
"Rrraoow!" laughed Catwoman, "I might just keep you around, Mr. Plastic."
"That's Pl... ah, who give a shit!" laughed Plastic Man, then grabbed tightly to her hips and, pushing forward, slid his cock into her cunt.
"RRRAAOOOWW!!" she howled, causing his heart to jump, thinking he'd hurt her until she cried out almost immediately, "YES!"
"Just wait, baby," he chuckled, all confidence now that he could feel the delicious, enveloping warmth of her tight, eager cunt around his cock. He shifted his hips again, pressing the tip of the smaller cock splitting off from the base of his shaft against the pink, puckered entrance to Catwoman's rectum.
"YES!" growled Selena, "Do it, fuck me! Fuck my cunt and my ass at the same time! Whatever I want, I TAKE!"
"Yeah, whatever," chuckled Plastic Man, a smug grin on his face. Now he was in charge, he was the man and he meant to enjoy this, the realization of his greatest fantasy.
He pressed forward, his cocks pressing slowly forward past the tight, clasping muscles of her cunt and asshole. The larger shaft thrust forward, inch after inch of his cock driving single-mindedly into the soft, clinging pink folds of the sexy supervillainess's cunt. He thrust, feeling Selena grind her hot, rounded ass back against him, moaning in pleasure as she felt his two cocks pressing against each other through the thin wall between her asshole and pussy. He was filling her ass and cunt right up, filling her totally, driving her mad with desire as she grasped her new philosophy by the horns.
"OH YES, YES!!!!" Selena screamed, her long, toned legs lifting and stretching, rising off the ground. She was athletic enough to do it, and aroused enough to actually enjoy the fatigue that would quickly grow in her sexy legs, but Plastic Man helped out by grabbing her thighs and holding her up, pushing his hips forward at the same time at a shifted angle, driving her wild with desire as Plastic man ground his way into her pussy and her butt at the same time.
"Yeah! YES!!" Plastic Man cried out, feeling her tight cunt sucking on his cock, her asshole gripping on the extension of his penis. He looked down her back, she had her face buried in the pillow of the bed, twisted to the side, her face contorted in pleasure. Her massive breasts were squashed against the sheets and her ass thrust up high into the air, her legs stretched right out, toes pointing directly at the far wall as he fucked her cunt and ass.
He moaned happily, echoed by her, as his pubic hair pressed against her beautiful ass and his balls rested against her clit, feeling the steaming heat that seemed to throb up from her juicy, shaven cuntlips.
Then, almost regretfully, he began pulling back, feeling her hot cunt and ass gripping down tight on his cocks, pulling back on him as he withdrew. When only the heads of his penis' remained inside her fuckhole and back-channel, he steadied her in place with his legs, then pushed forward, this time fucking right in to the hilt with slightly more ease.
He rested for a second, loving the feel of her cunt and asshole clasping greedily on his split cock, then pulled back, then thrust forward, back and forward, back and forward, a little faster each time, until the unlikely hero was pounding hard against her ass, fucking into her cunt and butthole, slamming it to her, making her moan and cry out in passion as he gritted his teeth and concentrated on fucking the hot, sexy villainess with everything he had.
"Uh! Uh! Uh! Yes!" she cried, "Do it! Fuck me! FUCK ME!!"
His only answer was to continue ramming his blood-engorged members against her gripping, gushing pussy and her tight, vise-like asshole.
I'm fucking Catwoman! Plastic Man's mind cried crazily, I'm actually fucking CATWOMAN!
And he was loving it, rocking her body back and forward again and again as he fucked into her squeezing asshole and sucking, grasping pussy.
Selena was also loving it, living only for the moment, the sensation. She thrust her hips back, banging against his own, crying out obscenities and nonsensical words, feeling an orgasm building deep inside of her already.
He was so deep inside her ass, all of his cockmeat crammed inside her tight little butt, so much further than she'd ever pressed her anal probes, filling her up so much more pleasurably.
She cried out in ecstasy as the leaner part of his cock slammed in, then pulled out of her tightly clenched anus, even as the thicker engorged part of his prick slammed in and out of her cunt.
She had seized the moment! She had found Plastic Man, hadn't bothered flirting around with him, just spread her legs and demanded that he fuck her. Perhaps if she'd done that when she'd first met Batman, they wouldn't have spent so long dancing around the issue and just got it on.
And now her poor, lust-crazed mind was associating going with her greatest desires with this new, highly arousing form of sex. From now on she would have to be more like she'd always acted, taking what she wanted and enjoying today without bothering about the consequences of tomorrow.
"Oooooh shit, YESSS!!!!!" she screamed as she suddenly came, her juices slamming against his cock as they tried to escape her cunt, which was currently crammed full with almost ten inches of hot, hard dick. As he pulled back from her now even tighter snatch, the hot juices flowed around his dick and out of her cunt, flooding over his thighs and the smooth sheets of the bed.
"Oh fuck!" cried Plastic Man, his eyes crossing as he felt the hot contractions of her cunt and involuntary squeezing of her ass. He slammed forward, ground his hips against her asscheeks, then shot his load deep into her gushing snatch and gripping butthole.
He exhaled sharply, then fell forward, bending over her beautiful ass and resting on her back. He released her legs, letting them drop to the ground. Even now, after cumming, he was still incredibly aroused by her and slid his now free hands under her body, grabbing her giant, hot breasts in his hand and squeezing them gently, feeling the hard, erect nipples between his fingers.
"Oooh yeah," Catwoman moaned, smiling as she looked back over her shoulder at him through half-closed eyes, "Plastic Fantastic."
He grinned at her, their faces only a few inches apart, and then his eyes grew wide behind his ridiculous glasses as she rolled over and he almost fell of the bed.
"What're you...?" he started, but then she held a finger up to her lips, beckoning to him with a finger on the other hand.
"Come here," she chuckled, lying back on the bed, grabbing her breasts in her hands and lightly massaging them, feeling up her sensitive nipples.
He got up and straddled her naked body, his knees on either side of her thighs, his two cocks sliding back together to form one again.
"I want to be a porn-star," she giggled at him from lowered lashes.
"Wha?" he cried, looking about for hidden cameras.
"Relax," she laughed, "Not really, I just want to be dirty! You understand?"
"No," he responded truthfully.
"Slide that big dick of yours up between my tits," she moaned, throwing her head back as her fingers slid over her nipples, "And I'll titty-fuck you until you cum... all over my face!"
Plastic Man's cock visibly twitched and his face slowly dawned with happy comprehension.
"Oh, you are so the girl for me," he grinned.
"For now, hot stuff," she replied absently, "Now slide that dick down here!"
Rather than knee-walk his way up to her, he just extended his penis so that it slid over her parted, glistening cuntlips, up over her waist and then between her breasts. His cock was hard ten inches down from the knob, then became a resilient, spongy tube of flesh which ran down over her flat stomach and between her legs, resting against the steaming heat of her cuntlips.
"That's right," she said, smiling, and grabbed her breasts firmly by the sides, pressing them up against each other, Plastic Man's cock caught happily in-between.
"Oh yeah," he groaned happily, despite having cum already only a few minutes earlier, he felt like he could blow his load again any second now. He moved his hands down and placed them over hers, letting her move them as she massaged and kneaded her breasts against his cock.
Catwoman stared down her chest, excited at what she saw. Plastic Man was on his knees between her spread legs, his cock shoving between her massive breasts, his cockhead moving up between her tits as he humped back and forth, pressing up tantalizing close to her mouth, then pulling back and disappearing inside the cavern formed between her breasts before popping back out again.
Leaning her head forward, she stuck out her tongue and licked at his cockhead every time it thrust forward.
"Oooooooh, yes!" moaned Plastic Man happily, almost as turned on by the sight of his cock between her tits and her mouth slipping out to lick it as the feeling of tit-fucking Catwoman.
He leaned his upperbody forward and forced his hips forward between her breasts, remaining in place momentarily, giving her more time to slide her tongue over his penis, before pulling back between her breasts, which she was kneading and pressing against his cock.
"Ahhh man!" cried Plastic Man, throwing his head back and crying out as for the second time in five minutes, he came.
His cock spurted out cum, shooting from the eye of his penis and hitting her top lip, then again into the bridge of her nose and then her cheek.
He pulled back and gripped his cock in hand, jerking it off and firing several more shots over her large, firm breasts.
Catwoman laughed happily, feeling so dirty and sexy at the same time, loving the way she'd made this man cum twice so quickly, getting a heady sense of power from it.
"Ooooh," groaned Plastic Man, his entire body going limp and falling to the side. His lower body remained where it was, kneeling between her thighs, but his stomach elongated out and he fell onto the ground beside the bed, stretched out almost ten feet.
"Purrrfect," she purred happily, wiping some cum of her cheek and sucking the finger between her lips.
This was just the beginning.
2:45 AM--Twenty minutes earlier
"You wanted to see me, Batman?" asked Steel, entering the Research Lab situated above the Medical Lab, "Holy! What's the deal with that amulet?"
"You tell me," said Batman, holding the amulet by the gold chain so that it dangled down, "What do you see?"
"There's a bizarre energy signature coming off of it," replied Steel--encased in an technologically superior suit of armor, he was The JLA's technical expert and sometime leader of 'the B Team'--staring at the amulet, "I've never seen anything like it."
"What kind of energy signature?" asked Batman, "Can you define it, even loosely?"
"At best... I guess you could describe it as some kind of quasi radio-transmission, crazy as that sounds."
"Imhmmm," nodded Batman, as if this didn't surprise him at all, "Operating on what frequency?"
"Ahhh it's... oh geez."
"What is it?"
"It's operating on the 7hz frequency, that's the frequency that human..."
"That human brainwave patterns operate on, I know," finished Batman, "Steel, I need you to examine this, find out as much as you can about it... and avoid any tactile contact with the actual amulet as much as possible."
"Okay, I don't even want to touch it with my gauntlets on," replied Steel, taking the amulet from Batman with a pair of tongs, "Is there a time limit on this, or do you want me to keep looking at it until I can't find anything new?"
"Keep looking," replied Batman, "I'll contact you from time to time."
"Where are you going?" asked Steel, already considering several experiments that he could run.
"To see The Flash," muttered Batman, heading towards the lifts, "I need to work fast, and I can't think of anyone better suited to the job."
He left, and Steel turned back to the amulet.
"Hmmf," he muttered in disgust, "Mind control, and it's an ugly ass piece of junk as well."
Monitor Womb, 2:55 AM
"Bats, what's the good word?" asked The Flash, sitting up high amongst uncountable numbers of floating monitors, using all of them seemingly at the same time.
"What are you doing?" asked Batman, looking up as The Flash blurred from monitor to monitor.
"Looking for Green Lantern, haven't you heard what happened?"
"He's gone missing, yes," replied Batman, "But that's only one part of the greater picture, I need your help."
Almost instantaneously, The Flash was in front of The Dark Knight, a quizzical look on his face.
"Bats, what's going on? What could be more important than finding a missing teammate?"
"Remember when the Martians attacked?" asked Batman, "When the entire world was against us, we were fighting alone against people as strong as Superman with more powers."
"Yeah?"
"Or when the rogue Angels jeopardized the entire planet in an effort to get to Zauriel, in case he revealed what he knew of their plan to take over Heaven?"
"Yeah, what is it, Batman?"
"Do you remember when you and Green Lantern were sent forward to a future where Darkseid ruled the planet and most of us were dead?"
"YES! For fucks sake, get to the point!"
"Patience," replied Batman, "Do you remember how we were sent forward 853 centuries to fight a Sun while back here the entire planet was infected with a killer disease."
"YES!"
"This situation is more dangerous," said Batman, "And we've already wasted enough time discussing it, I..need.. your..help."
Flash sighed, then nodded.
"What do you want me to do?"
"I need you to do a scan, focusing entirely on residual trace energies over all spectrums in or around Arkham Asylum."
"What? Has this got something to do with The Joker escaping a few hours ago?"
As The Flash, he was able to run every monitor in the Womb while at the same time keeping track of news services from all around the world, in case anything related to Green Lantern had come up. He'd heard about the escape and the subsequent riot, which had only been subdued after calling in huge numbers of reinforcements from local law enforcement.
"Yes, The Joker was the only link to whoever is behind what is going on, and I believe that link was supposed to be broken earlier tonight, but The Joker turned the tables on his would-be assassin and escaped, which is what drew my attention to the link in the first place. Without his escape I would never have had more than suspicions."
"Okay man, give me a second."
Exactly one second later, Wally hmmmed slightly from a monitor halfway across the Womb.
"What is it?" asked Batman.
"This is odd," replied The Flash, "I took you literally on the whole 'all spectrums' thing, but I didn't find anything."
"Yes, but...?"
"But, well, um, the grass is growing really, really fast over one strip of lawn, but one strip only."
"We need to get down there and test it," muttered Batman, "It's our only other link."
"Do you need me? I really want to find GL."
"Keep looking," Batman said, "But I don't hold out much hope, whoever we're up against is extremely adept at covering their tracks."
He turned to leave, but Wally stopped him.
"Transmission from Oracle," he said, "Aren't you in communication with her?"
"I should be," frowned Batman, touching the side of his cowl where the communicator was placed beside his ear.
"She says it's private," Flash said, "Want me to leave?"
"No, I'll use the link in The Hall."
He left the Womb, moving up into The Hall Of Justice and activating the link at the table, bringing up the large, holographic representation of The Oracle, who was in reality Barbara Gordon--formerly Batgirl.
"Oracle?" he asked.
"Batman... I have some...news for you."
"What is it?" he asked, "Why are you up and about so early in the morning?"
"The Huntress got in contact with me yesterday afternoon," said Oracle, "Apparently she had just fought with a woman dressed in a costume and calling herself Huntress as well."
"Yes?"
"During the fight, she managed to secure a blood and cell sample, which I was able to run a DNA scan on for her. Huntress hoped that I'd be able to find out if she was a known criminal or supervillain trying to go undercover as a heroine for a while."
"What did you find?" Batman asked, wary over what the answer could possibly be.
"I didn't find any matches in the criminal database, so I ran an additional scan of all known DNA samples," she paused, hesitating to say what she had discovered.
"What is it, Oracle?"
"She has your DNA, Bruce... she's related to you."
June 6th, 1999, 3:00 AM
"Where am I?" Wonder Woman said to herself.
She was standing on a long, rutted and dusty dirt road, standing in the shade of a tree, with long fields winding out to the left, right, behind and in front of her. Far in the distance she could see hills, mountains and a winding creek.
"How idyllic," she murmured to herself, enjoying the coolness of the shade.
She had passed through various different scenarios, starting with floating in nothingness, to being in a small log cabin caught in a rough blizzard, to being one of only two survivors onboard a spacecraft, to living as one of many wives of a Sultan, to this lovely countryside setting.
And in each one, she'd been involved in sex.
In the cabin, she and another woman had huddled together, for warmth at first, and then they'd begun to kiss and stroke each other, trying to comfort one another.
She'd come out of the blizzard all right, she'd been made safe because of the other woman; it had been the other woman who had made things all right.
In the spacecraft, she'd been beset by a terrible loneliness and longing for something she couldn't define. She'd finally broken under the pressure and attacked the other surviving crewmember--a female--who had overpowered her and gotten on top of her... and suddenly they were kissing. Then they'd talked about each others hopes and fears, then become more intimate, removing each other's clothes. The other woman had caressed and stroked her breasts, her sides, her hips and thighs, then fingered and licked her vagina and clitoris to orgasm, an orgasm so powerful it had shocked her from her sleep to find herself in the harem.
She had remembered an entire life, on being raised and trained in ways to pleasure a man, then sold to the Sultan and taken once, on her first night. He'd been quick, hurried and distracted by affairs of state, and she had not been able to subtly shift and change things as she had been trained to make it pleasurable for them both.
Since that night she had not been called for again, and despite having no real desire to be with the Sultan again, she'd begun to desire and need some kind of contact.
And, of course, the other woman had given it to her.
She'd become involved with one, two and more women at a time, whenever the opportunity arose they made love, had sex, fucked, whatever the situation demanded.
But now she was in the countryside.
She'd always known in the back of her head she was dreaming, and although she'd faded from one unbelievable situation to another, it had all made dream-sense, completely logical.
"But I think I'm awake now," she murmured, "So how did I get here? And why don't I remember waking up?"
"Because we didn't want you to, slut!" growled a voice behind her.
She twisted around, instinctively pulling up her arms in case she was attacked. Her indestructible bracelets could deflect any bullet/laser/arrow sent at her, all part of the gifts given to her when she'd become Wonder Woman.
But her arms lowered slightly in surprise as she took in just who it was who had spoke.
Before her stood Barbara Ann Minerva--Cheetah.
She was a tall woman, her body firm and toned with muscle without losing her overall femininity... or was that felinity?
Because Cheetah's body was covered in orange fur, broken here and there by black spots. Her wavy, dark-orange hair ran down to the small of her back and coming off the base of her spine was a long, sinuous tail.
She was an incredibly dangerous opponent, capable of feats of super-strength, super-agility with razor sharp claws almost capable of breaking Wonder Woman's own super-strong skin. She was completely naked, but her nudity was covered by the light, orange fur covering her entire body.
"Barbara?" asked Wonder Woman, "What's going on?"
She'd decided to ignore the 'slut' comment for now, the last time she and Cheetah had met, the woman had been more bestial than ever before, and they'd fought a mental battle which Wonder Woman had barely won, supposedly freeing Barbara of the curse of The Cheetah forever...although now it seemed evident this was no longer the case.
"What's going on is I'm gonna make you my bitch!" screamed Cheetah, then launched herself at Wonder Woman, closing the distance between them in an eye blink.
The Amazon's forearms came up, ready to shield her face from Barbara's razor-sharp claws, but at the last instant the feline seemed to drop straight down, grabbing her blue bikini bottom at the same time and ripping it away.
"WHAT!?!" cried Wonder Woman, trying to shield her exposed crotch even as Cheetah rolled away, clutching the torn blue fabric in her fist, a fierce grin on her face.
She came up on one knee and eyed Wonder Woman with a look both feral and smugly superior, then raised the torn costume to her nose and sniffed deeply.
"Ahhhh," she sighed, "Horny little bitch, aren't you?"
"Barbara, what is the meaning of this?" demanded Wonder Woman, trying to look domineering and confident even as she covered her exposed vagina, trying not to think about her bare ass pointed out for all the world to see.
Cheetah didn't reply, she just dropped the blue fabric and began loping forward at a tremendous pace, charging on all fours at the Amazon Avenger.
Wonder Woman caught her wrists easily, swinging Cheetah to the side, hoping to slam her into the tree and wind her.
But Cheetah was prepared for this, dropping her legs down and swinging them forward and up, grabbing Wonder Woman's breastplate within the balled curves of her feet and tugging, ripping them away and exposing her giant breasts.
In shock, Wonder Woman released her opponent, and a second later was being crushed against the tree by Cheetah, who seemed stronger than ever.
She was now completely naked except for her golden belt and a few tattered remnants of cloth clinging around it. Unnerved by this strange turn of events, she now found herself winded and helpless to get her assailant off of her.
"Wha... what do you want?" she gasped.
"This!" growled Cheetah, her grin inches from Wonder Woman's face, then reached down with her free hand and roughly clasped the Amazon's cuntmound.
"WHA.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" cried Wonder Woman, at the same time feeling a strange thrill run through her crotch. Whether this was a result of the cumulative effects of her erotic dreams or because on some sick, subconscious level she was enjoying being dominated, she didn't know.
"Nice," growled Cheetah, sliding a finger up between Wonder Woman's swollen, shaven cuntlips, "Tight bitch, aren't you?"
"Stop this," moaned Wonder Woman, her eyes half closed, a low groan escaping her lips as Cheetah slid her finger in and around the Amazon's cunt and pressed the knuckles of others against her clitoris.
"Sounds to me like you don't want me to," laughed Cheetah, "You stupid little slut, this is all you're made for!"
"Stop it," moaned Wonder Woman.
"You love it, don't you?"
"No... stop it, please."
"Tell me you love it, you little slut," growled Cheetah directly into her face.
"Stop it!"
"You want it, don't you!"
"STOP IT!!!!"
With that scream, Wonder Woman threw Cheetah away with a strength born of desperation. The startled feline screeched much like a cat as she sailed twenty feet through the air and, flying in the face of tradition, landed on her back.
"I SAID NO!" screamed Wonder Woman, "AND I..."
[PROGRAM PAUSED.]
Wonder Woman's world was replaced by a eternal void of swirling, moving colors, a hypnotic kaleidoscope which made her forget, forget, forget every additional minute spent in the light field, her memory frozen at the moment that she threw Cheetah away from her.
**
"IDIOT!" screamed Circe, pulling the dazed Barbara from her V.R Gear. She ripped the headpiece away, then pulled the woman with her, the attachments and scanners attached to her sexy body pulling off as The Sorceress tugged her away.
"Who's that, huh?" growled Circe, thrusting Barbara against the sleeper-tube containing Wonder Woman.
"Wha... huh?" gasped Cheetah, still coming to terms with being back in the real world, "It's Wonder Woman."
"Yes!" growled Circe, then pulled Barbara back by her hair, making the woman cry out, "And she is integral to our plans!"
"But I was doing everything I was supposed to..." mumbled Barbara grumpily, "Why are you doing this?"
"You were supposed to seduce her!" growled Circe into the uncomprehending woman's ear, "Not try to rape her! Now she'll have lost all her tolerance about sex with other woman, which we need her to have so that we can set her up with Dominic!"
"But she's supposed to be made into a sex-slave?" moaned Barbara, shaking her head, "I thought I was doing the right thing."
"How do you think Dominic will react when he finds out that not only did we fail to kill The Joker, but that Wonder Woman's indoctrination has failed!"
"He...he'll be pissed?" mumbled Barbara, who really just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. Her head was so fuzzy, why was she doing these things? Cheetah was gone, hopefully forever, but this woman and the horrible, dark man who was running the show kept making her go into the V.R world and becoming Cheetah again, feeling the old madness wash over her.
"You're fucking right, he'll be pissed!" snapped Circe, then sighed and softened her grip on Barbara's hair, "But all might not be lost, there's still a chance I can repair this damage."
She twisted Barbara about and pushed her naked body back into the V.R gear, hooking up the sensors, headset and tactile responsers. She then called over the scientist who was monitoring the sleeper-tubes for any changes in their vital statistics.
"Hook me up," she snapped at the man, stripping off her skintight green costume, revealing her beautiful, naked body.
"Uh...uh...uh, I..." stammered the scientist, not used to being so close to a naked woman (a real one at least).
"Just do it!" she growled, "Or I'll rip your dick off with my teeth, understand!?!"
She sat herself down in The V.R seat, allowing herself to be hooked up to the gear, disgusted by the scientist and the timid way he placed sensors over her nipples and clitoris. Once the headset was on he seemed to gain a little in confidence, putting the vaginal glove on over her cunt and pushing a small probe up her asshole. Despite herself she felt her arousal growing slightly, something which would soon become much, much more apparent.
"Now listen carefully," she growled at Barbara, heard only by Barbara through the V.R Link, "This is what we're going to do."
**
"Tell me you love it, you little slut," growled Cheetah directly into her face.
"Stop it!"
"You want it, don't you!"
"STOP IT!!!!"
With that scream, Wonder Woman threw Cheetah away with a strength born of desperation. The startled feline screeched much like a cat as she sailed twenty feet through the air and, flying in the face of tradition, landed on her back.
"I SAID NO!" screamed Wonder Woman, "AND I MEAN NO!"
Cheetah leaped to her feet easily, then dropped to all fours again and charged forward, screaming as she leaped onto the now naked Wonder Woman, surprising her with her speed and knocking her onto her back.
"GET OFF ME!" screamed Wonder Woman, trying to throw Cheetah away from her again, and finding to her shock that she couldn't. Either her strength had faded or Cheetah's had grown, and all she could do was strain as the feline-like villain shoved her into the dirt.
"Mine!" growled Cheetah, a feral grin on her face, pressing her own breasts against Wonder Woman's. The Amazon, to her horror, could feel her enemy’s hard nipples pressing up against her own, and once again felt some strange feeling building up within her. The same she'd felt when sliding her hands over her vagina, the same she'd felt pressed up against the other woman in the snowstorm, kissing and stroking the other astronaut on the space-ship or making love with the other women in the harem.
"Noooo," moaned Wonder Woman, "Please don't..."
With a startled scream, Cheetah was sent flying off of Wonder Woman's body and hard against the tree, hit by a powerful charge of green energy.
She rolled away and leaped over the prostrate Amazon, screeching like her namesake before another green blast smashed her away. She rolled up again, then suddenly clutched her head in her hands and began screeching as if in great pain.
"Do not resist," said Wonder Woman's savior, extending an arm out to Cheetah, forcing her mental control over her, "It's for the greater good."
"Ci...Circe?" cried Wonder Woman, sitting up and rubbing her sore neck even as she gaped at her would-be savior. She couldn't believe that the ancient enemy of The Amazons would be helping her.
"Shhh," whispered Circe, casting a quick glance down at the naked Amazon, "I'm attempting to take control of her mind, it's not easy, she's not male and she's not really animal or human while in this state, but it's possible."
"NOOOOOooooooo...o..o....o," cried out Cheetah, then fell over onto her side, wrapped her arms around her knees, which she had drawn up to her breasts, and began to moan.
"There," sighed Circe with obvious relief, "I've calmed her, she won't pose any more problem."
Diana had scrambled to her feet and was now hard up against the tree, keeping as far from Cheetah's prostrate body. She glared at Circe with obvious mistrust, not knowing why the Sorceress had helped her but figuring it had something to do with her own ulterior motives.
"Diana, relax," said Circe, and a surprisingly genuine smile crossed her lips, "I'm not interested in hurting you, believe it or not, I've reassessed my life."
"Wha... what?" asked Wonder Woman, not understanding.
"Rehabilitation," said Circe with a smile, "Something I never thought would happen to me... until I learned how the other half lives."
"Donna Milton?" asked Wonder Woman, feeling an irrational hope flare up within her that perhaps one of her people's greatest and most ancient enemies had indeed reformed.
Circe had once taken on the human persona of Donna Milton, a dowdy lawyer, as part of an elaborate scheme to torture Diana. But she'd become so caught up in the charade that she'd forgotten her own true identity, until The White Magician had held the lives of both Diana and her sister Artemis in his hands, Circe had come to her senses and saved both The Amazons. Since then, she'd gone back to her old ways, but Diana had always hoped that her brief time as both mortal and friend to Diana had softened her heart somewhat.
"Yes," said Circe with a smile, "The poor old dear struck something in my heart I guess. When I was her, I was just as helpless and pathetic as all the other mortals in the world. It took me awhile to realize that the differences between me and them weren't so great, and it was unfair of me to treat them as nothing but cattle, because once--even for a small amount of time--I was one of them."
"Oh, Circe," said Diana, struck by the genuineness of Circe's little speech. Usually she would have been reserved about accepting such a speech at face value, but something about her surroundings made her feel more in tune, more sensitive to what was being said. She felt utterly overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude and happiness over Circe's sudden reversal of attitude.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Circe, who returned the hug. It felt so good to Diana to be able to embrace somebody like this, to anchor herself to the safety of another person after all the craziness she had been through. The dreamlike quality of her surroundings remained, but now it had changed somewhat, become more real to her than before.
The two women held each other close, The Amazon had her face buried in The Sorceress' neck, feeling the softness of her rescuer's long, violet hair against her forehead and brushing over her own raven locks. The contact seemed to electrify her every nerve ending, her entire body seemed sensitized and she was aware of the glorious feeling of warmth radiating between them, their breasts pressed together, the slight contact of thigh against thigh, the feel of Circe's arms around her back, making small circles that seemed to massage and soothe her tired muscles.
Without realizing she was doing it, the nude Amazon began to move slightly from side to side, her breasts pressing more firmly against her former enemy’s, her thigh unconsciously moving forward between Circe's legs as she breathed deeply in the fragrance of the other woman's hair.
Without even thinking about it, she lifted her head from Circe's neck and found herself staring deep into the eyes of the other woman, and then seconds later they had moved together, lips brushing against lips, tentatively at first, then with more passion as their long hidden desires were released at last and they kissed, kissed, kissed!
And Circe stared at Wonder Woman's face through slitted eyes, and inwardly she laughed.
June 6th, 3:25 AM
Huntress didn't see the dark shape amongst the blackness of the night until he was right next to her. Her nerves tensed and her body prepared to defend itself, then relaxed only slightly when she was that it was Batman.
"You're late," he said, his voice even but somehow bringing across a sense of disapproval. She flushed slightly, feeling guilty for some bizarre reason, like she had disappointed a favorite teacher or even a father.
"There was a mugging," she replied, the excuse seeming lame even though it was true, "I stopped to sort it out."
"Will the mugger live?" he asked, with that same even tone that seemed to judge her.
"He'll be fine," she replied, a little angrily, "He'll be a little bruised, but they'll be cleared up by the time he makes a court appearance."
"He could heal broken legs by then," Batman muttered, turning and moving away, forcing her to run to keep up with him.
Was that a joke? she thought to herself, as usual unable to read Batman's moods. Since the quake, the Court's backlog had risen dramatically, with the most serious cases being dealt with first. It was now possible for people committing minor crimes to spend weeks, even months waiting for their court date.
"See here?" he asked, pointing at the ground in front of him, "What do you notice?"
"The grass is longer in a small strip," she replied, peering down through the darkness at the grass, "More lush, a darker shade than the rest."
Batman nodded grimly, "Scan's indicate massive lifts in the level of chlorophyll, as if this part of the ground has been sucking the nutrients and lifeblood from the rest of the grass... watch."
He lowered himself to a squat and plucked a piece of grass from the ground, lifting it by the roots.
"The roots of grass are usually a faint yellowish-green in color," he observed, "These are darker, closer to the color of normal grass, and look at what's happening all ready."
He motioned down at the grass, where the small blade of grass he'd plucked had been. Huntress saw nothing at first, and then her eyes widened behind her mask as a small blade of grass grew up from the dirt, coming up to the size of the other grass blades and then halting its growth immediately.
"What does it all mean?" she asked him as he rose silently back to his full height, an imposing blackness that seemed to pale the night.
"It's a messenger," he said, "The enhanced chlorophyll is being used to send a message."
"To who?"
"Pamela Lillian Isley," replied Batman, staring up at the distant walls of Arkham Asylum, where a few hours ago a riot had been quelled and a madman has escaped assassination.
"Poison Ivy?" asked Huntress, "But there's no walls on her cell, and the more dangerous prisoners aren't allowed outside, they have their recreation period inside, don't they?"
"Yes," replied Batman, "But the raised levels of chlorophyll would off-set the balance of chlorophyll throughout the entire grounds, and Ivy would be able to sense that, and someone with know-how could send messages to her."
"What's going on, Batman?" asked Huntress, very much confused by all of this. She'd become Huntress to get revenge on crooks and thugs like the ones who had murdered her entire family, she had never expected to get involved in supernatural battles and be taken to other worlds, as she had done since becoming a member of The JLA.
"Someone is planning something," replied The Dark Knight, "Something big, and they want The JLA out of the way. We're being whittled away one by one, most of us have been removed all ready."
"What are you talking about?" she asked, "Green Lantern is missing, but everyone else is still...."
"Are they?" said Batman, a small, bitter smile crossing his lips, "Wonder Woman, Zauriel, Aquaman and J'onn did not respond to the emergency call for today's meeting."
"Neither did you."
"But they were able to contact me, messages were left for the other three that haven't been answered even now," replied Batman instantly, turning from the strip of grass and making his way towards Arkham, "Green Lantern has been taken hostage by a supervillain who is supposed to be dead, and Superman has been subverted."
"What are talking about?" asked Huntress, "Wasn't Superman the one who called the meeting?"
"Yes, and the instant a course of action was decided on he left The Watchtower and has made no attempts to contact it since then, as if he has no interest in Green Lantern's whereabouts. That is not consistent with his usual behavior."
"So you're saying...?"
"I'm saying that myself and The Flash are the only members of the more experienced team left, while you, Big Barda, Steel and Plastic Man have yet to come together as a team and Orion is currently on Apokolips, not likely to return until he feels like it."
"Hey! Me and the others are..."
"Untested," he replied, "Despite your efforts against the Justice Legion A you have yet to work together as a team. Plastic Man is irresponsible at best, Big Barda is argumentative and Steel more at home in a laboratory than leading a team."
"And me?" she asked.
"I didn't say the situation was entirely hopeless," Batman muttered.
Huntress was taken aback, actually losing a step and having to rush to keep up with him, had he just paid her a compliment?
"Once you learn to curb your more violent tendencies," he was continuing, "And think your situation through, I see great potential for leadership."
He paused at the walls of the Asylum, looking up the high, thick walls which held the scum of Gotham City, "Whoever the mastermind behind this scheme is, they don't like leaving loose ends. They tried to cut away The Joker and failed, now they'll be coming after Poison Ivy to make sure there are no more links back to them."
"Them? They?" Huntress asked.
"I suspect more than one villain, although there is an obvious mastermind behind it all. If I didn't know better I would almost believe that The Injustice League had reformed."
He removed a small, gun-like object from his belt and lifted it above his head, firing an ascension hook high up into the wall. Huntress did the same.
"Batman, you said the Mastermind is attempting to remove The JLA one by one, aren't you worried they might come after you?"
"They already have," replied Batman grimly as he began to ascend towards the top of the walls, "They sent family to get me."
June 6th, 3:30 AM
Diana's body seemed to be one big nerve ending, pulsing happily with pleasure as she became increasingly more aroused, her pussy growing wetter and wetter as the fingers running along her cunt became lubricated by Amazonian pussy juices.
She cried out in unrestrained pleasure as she felt two fingers slide in between the folds of her pussy lips, parting them easily and pressing up inside of her vaginal passage, making her body jerk involuntarily.
"Oooh, yes Circe, that's so good," Wonder Woman moaned as The Sorceress' two finger slid in and out of her. The violet-haired villainess moved with a gentle, sensitive touch. Diana's hips began to move up and down, causing her lover's fingers to push deeper inside of her pussy, making her moan with more pleasure as she felt the erotic sensations build up within her body towards orgasm.
Circe leaned her now naked body forward as she continued to finger The Amazonian, and lightly brushed her lips over Wonder Woman's own, so lightly it was almost unfelt, but still sending her mind's last, fading protests out the window. She closed her eyes and her beautiful lips parted lightly, moaning in pleasure as Circe kissed her way down Wonder Woman's neck and chest, taking one nipple into her mouth and gently nibbling at it as she continued to press and slide her fingers in and out of Diana's cunt.
Circe's other hand slowly ran up Wonder Woman's side, running past the curve of one beautiful breast and gently sliding over her neck and chin. The hand made it's way in-between her lover's dark black hair and gripped her gently by the back of the head as she lifted her mouth from Diana's breast and kissed her again, this time with more passion, but no less erotic for the increased pressure on her lips.
Wonder Woman groaned in pleasure as she felt Circe's tongue slide in between her own lips, her own tongue sliding forward over her lover's as they tasted each other, both women exploring the other's mouth.
Circe kept back a smug grin of satisfaction as she kissed her greatest enemy, reveling in the sensations as her tongue pressed and ran over the inside of Diana's cheeks while the Amazon's own tongue explored the inside of the Sorceress' mouth.
The kiss finally broke and Circe pulled back, grinning happily at Diana, who smiled languorously back at her lover, all thoughts of dreams and danger gone.
The Amazon was now pressing and grinding her hips shamelessly against Circe's hand, sliding her clitoris against the palm of the other woman's hand as two long, slender fingers pushed their way deeper and deeper inside of her virgin cunt.
"You have such beautiful breasts," Circe whispered huskily, slowly kissing the upper curves of the Amazon's giant tits, tracing a circle around the left nipple, making the erect nub of pink flesh grow even stiffer and firmer, aching with a need to be felt, to be touched, licked and sucked.
Circe straddled The Amazon, her knees set firmly on either side of Wonder Woman's thighs, and lowered her body down so that her own breasts were pressing into the JLA'er's flat stomach, then lightly flicked one erect nipple with her tongue, causing a moan of pleasure to come from her willing lover.
Diana's eyes widened slightly as she felt Circe's teeth closed against her nipple and begin to nibble at her, sending waves of erotic sensation throughout her entire body, causing her head to buzz with sexual desire and her clitoris to throb in desperate need.
"Aaah," gasped Wonder Woman as she felt her body cresting the wave of an intense climax, something she instinctively understood now. Her naiveté with the shaver came back to her and made her blush, which was hidden by the flush in her cheeks from the intense feelings of the approaching orgasm.
"Ahhh no!" gasped Diana, almost disappointed that her orgasm was upon her, no longer able to enjoy the building feelings of pleasure. Her entire body went rockhard, stretching out to the full limit as every hard, tough muscle in her Amazonian body locked up tight. She clenched her teeth and her cuntmuscles locked down hard on Circe's fingers, she found herself drawing air in but not expelling it and a building ache within her body crying for release. And then it came, her mouth opening wide and letting out a loud, animalistic scream of release as she blasted to orgasm, her cuntjuices flooding out of her pussy, rushing all over Circe's fingers and pooling down around her tightly drawn asscheeks.
Finally the scream of pleasure ended and her entire body went limp, as if every muscle seemed to have turned to Jell-O.
Circe grinned widely down at her, sliding her flooded fingers out of Wonder Woman's sucking cunt and lifting them up to show them to the gasping, panting woman.
Then, before Wonder Woman's shocked eyes she lifted the fingers up to her beautiful lips and slid them inside her mouth, sucking the Amazon's pussyjuices with a happy, satisfied look on her face.
She removed the fingers from her mouth, now glistening from her own saliva rather than Wonder Woman's cuntjuices, and ran then down over her large, firm breasts, allowing her fingers to slide against her erect nipples and making them ache with need.
She shuddered with pleasure, her eyes closing slightly, then she pressed her middle fingers against her nipples and pushed firmly against them, rubbing small circles into her firm mounds of titflesh, burying her nipples into her tits.
"Do I arouse you, Amazon?" Circe asked, her eyes half-closed, her lips parted as she let out small gasps of pleasure, "Do I turn you on?"
"Ye... yes," moaned Diana, admitting to herself that in some way she had always been attracted to the Sorceress.
Still feeling up her own breasts, Circe lowered her body down over Wonder Woman's once again, pressing her lips against The Amazon's and sliding her tongue inside Diana's mouth, who eagerly pursed her lips around it and sucked the other woman's tongue into her.
Circe released her breasts and moaned happily as she felt her nipples spring up and press against Wonder Woman's own. Her own breasts were a nice handful, but nothing compared to the fat monsters Wonder Woman carried around on her chest.
The Sorceress broke the kiss and pulled away, feeling her nipples run along the other woman's breasts, making them both shudder with pleasure.
"Uhhh, yes," moaned Circe, moving up a little further and pressing her cunt against Wonder Woman's flat stomach, gripping her breasts in her hands and presenting them to The Amazon, one hard nipple pointed right at Diana's ruby-red lips.
Wonder Woman eagerly began to suckle on the nipple given to her, sucking in some of the surrounding flesh as well. She was inexperienced at this, but her enthusiasm was obvious and she seemed to have a natural gift for it.
Circe closed her eyes and let her head fall back, her eyes closed and she grinned happily. For some time she just sat there, her breast held steadily in one hand as Diana sucked and licked at the presented breast.
Finally, when she realized that Diana needed no encouragement, she released her breasts and just leaned over her, as The Amazon moved from breast to breast, nibbling lightly first on one nipple, then the other. She sucked at The Sorceress' tits, rolling her tongue around the hard, erect nipple and chewing slightly on it, enjoying the thrills that she was giving to her lover.
Circe couldn't stand it any longer, the building pleasure was just getting to be too much. She grabbed the sides of Diana's head, pulled her breasts away and slid her cunt up over The Amazon's body until her firm little ass was resting slightly on the large pillows of Wonder Woman's tits and presenting her pussy to Diana.
Wonder Woman's tongue snaked out of her mouth and she pressed the tip against the center of her lover's pussy lips, parting the shaven pink lips and allowing her to worm her tongue up into Circe's fuckhole.
"Oooh yes!" cried Circe happily, and then quickly spun herself about so that she could look down over Wonder Woman's hot, sweat glistening sexy body. She closed her eyes and smiled in ecstasy as she felt her greatest enemy eating her out, and then her eyes narrowed in on the thin strip of pubic hair below Wonder Woman's stomach.
Diana ran her tongue up and down the length of Circe's cunt, she felt a tongue slide over her own dripping wet vagina. She paused, unsure of what was going on. She could plainly see Circe's curved ass and back towering up above her face, so she wasn't leaning down to eat her out... so who was?
Cheetah!
As if sensing Wonder Woman's sudden change in attitude, Circe lowered her hands down to the Woman's breasts and lightly stroked them.
"Shhh," she whispered, "Relax, trust me."
Somehow that seemed to make everything all right in Diana's mind, after all, Circe was her friend now, wasn't she? And she wouldn't let any harm come to her, would she?
Besides, Cheetah's lapping, eager tongue stroking up and down between her cuntlips felt good, and this was hardly a battle situation, why not just enjoy it?
Circe smiled as she watched Cheetah, on all fours, her ass in the air and her tail twitching to and from, bury her face into Wonder Woman's pussy, mashing her nose and mouth against the dripping cunt in front of her and suckling up the drying juices of her previous orgasm and the lubricating juices of her coming orgasm.
This sight, coupled with the feel of Wonder Woman's breasts in her hands and tongue up her cunt, was too much for Circe, and her body began to jerk and shake involuntarily as she prepared to cum, and cum hard all over The Amazon's face.
Her body tensed, and through gritted teeth she fought off the desire to just let go and cum her brains out. She wanted to extend the inevitable until she could hold off no longer, then blast her cuntjuices all over her ancient enemies face.
At the same time, Wonder Woman was eagerly suckling at the steadily flowing juices coming from Circe's cunt, actually enjoying having the other woman ride her face, grinding her cunt against her mouth and nose. Coupled with the feeling of Cheetah's eager mouth at her own sex, and Wonder Woman was quickly approaching her own orgasm.
It feels so good, her mind moaned, Put it in! Put it in me!
Now what did that mean? all she knew was that she felt a strange desire for Cheetah to stop fucking around with her mouth and put something inside of her, but what?
Instinctively she knew, she was hardly unaware of male anatomy, but she was still a virgin and had never felt any great desire to be penetrated before, it all struck her as somewhat painful and pointless, although perhaps her view was biased somewhat by her upbringing on an all female Island populated by women who had been abused in past lives.
Despite this desperate need that she could not name, Wonder Woman's orgasm hit her hand and her mouth opened wide, swallowing down a great deal of Circe's cunt-cream and hitting the Sorceress' clitoris, which drove the domineering woman over the top as well.
They both squealed and cried out in pleasure, Circe's cries loud and erotic, Wonder Woman's muffled by the cuntlip stuffed into her face.
Circe's juices were far too copious for the orgasming Wonder Woman to swallow, and much of her cream ran out over The Amazon's beautiful face, down her cheeks and chin, over her neck and shoulders. Circe humped desperately up and down on Diana's face, grinding her clit hard against Wonder Woman's chin and clutching tightly to The Amazon's breasts as she watched Cheetah finger herself in desperate need even as she buried her face into Wonder Woman's lap and gobbled up her creaming juices.
Finally Circe's humping gyrations settled somewhat, and with a groan she lifted herself up off of Wonder Woman's cum-smeared face, allowing The Amazon to breath deeply.
Cheetah remained at Wonder Woman's cunt, lapping up the last remnants of The Amazon's juices as she continued to finger herself towards her own orgasm. The woman's fur was matted with sweat and her ass was swinging back and forth as she fingered, probed and pushed her fingers against her clitoris and inside her cuntlips.
"Happy, darling?" Circe asked, her face inches from Wonder Woman's own, a smug grin on her face which Diana seemed not to notice.
"I... UH! I need... oh I need something else!" she cried in angry desperation, humping her crotch up against Cheetah's face, "Something's missing!"
"I know sweetheart," Circe chuckled, stroking sweat-plastered hair from the beautiful Amazon's forehead, "I know."
And that's when Wonder Woman woke up.
"Where... where am I?" she asked dimly, her eyes squinting at the bright light in the room she suddenly found herself in.
"Relax," whispered a voice in her ear, and she found herself facing Circe, still naked, and behind her Barbara Minerva, who was sitting up in a strange, futuristic chair a few meters away and looking almost as confused as Diana felt.
"I'm naked," she moaned, "Was I dreaming?"
"You think you were dreaming?" chuckled Circe.
Diana realized with a flush that juices still dripped down her legs and sweat was all over her face, and she could swear she could feel Circe's cum drying on her face (this had been added by the VR chamber to make her transition back to the real world easier, and blur the lines between reality and virtual reality).
"What do you want, Diana?" asked a voice, a new one she hadn't heard before.
Turning her head, she looked through exhausted eyes at the dark silhouette of a figure, obviously a man, lean and somehow exuding a sense of danger that was both frightening and a strangely attractive.
"Who... who are you?" she asked, barely able to stand without Circe's assistance.
"Who am I?" said Dominic, smiling lightly, "I'm what's missing."
Metropolis, June 6th, 4:07 AM
Lex Luthor opened his eyes, suddenly awake, totally aware of his surroundings.
"Who is there?" he asked, his voice calm despite waking up at 4 in the morning to find a stranger in his bedroom, "How did you get past security?"
"Now now, Lexy-Poo," chuckled the voice of the man sitting in the darkest corners of the large room, "Is that any way to greet an old friend?"
"You're hardly a friend, Joker," muttered Lex, sitting up in his bed, actually having the appearance of a man more annoyed than frightened to wake up and find one of the world's most psychotic maniacs sitting in his bedroom. In truth he was cursing his security; anybody else and he could have predicted how they would react, even what their reason for being there was. But Joker was totally unpredictable, even if he'd come with peaceful intentions he could change his mind at any second and attack.
Lex reached over and turned on a bedside lamp, at the same time switching a silent alarm that would call his private security force as well as the regular police.
"I wouldn't bother, Lex," said Joker, still shrouded in shadows in the corner of the room, the barest hint of his maniacal grin apparent, "I won't be here very long."
"You were in Gotham a couple of hours ago," Lex replied, avoiding the issue expertly, "How did you get here so quickly?"
"I FedEx'ed myself," chuckled Joker, "I absolutely, positively had to be there overnight."
"Fine," said Lex, sitting up straight in the bed, "Considering I'm still alive, I assume you have something to tell me?"
"Just that you might want to get out of town for a while," chuckled Joker, "In fact, if you could get to Mars, that would be best."
"What are you jabbering about?" muttered Lex, irritated. He hated talking with The Joker, you never knew where the conversation was going and how seriously to take the Clown.
"When I get that feeling, I need a... sexual healing," sang Joker in a deliberately off-key voice, then leaned forward in his chair, his face coming slightly out of the shadows. His skin seemed gray, his lips peeled back over teeth too large for his mouth, "Maxi-Drive Enterprises, Lexy-Poo," he chuckled, then leaned back into the shadows.
The door to Lex's room burst open and several of his private bodyguards burst into the room, the lights switching on and chasing the shadows instantly away.
"Mr Luthor?" asked one guard, confused at the sight that greeted him, as was Lex himself.
Not counting the guards, Lex was completely alone in the room.
June 6th, 4:14 AM
"Oooh, please," moaned Wonder Woman as Dominic played with her pussy, teasing her with his fingers, "Please, I need it!"
She still had only the barest idea of what 'it' was, but she knew she would burst if she didn't get it soon.
The now naked man was kneeling between her thighs, sliding his fingers over her clitoris and between her legs. Out of desperate desire, the usually restrained Amazon lifted her upper body slightly and reached down between his legs, grabbing his cock in her hand and tugging insistently on it, trying to pull it down to her eager, willing cunt.
Dominic would have been just as happy to have her inadvertently jerk him off a little bit longer, but time was pressing. Poison Ivy had failed in her assignment, somehow Catwoman had been separated from the training Amulet he'd given her and there was still The Angel and The Bat to deal with.
He lowered himself down, his cock pressing against the entrance to Wonder Woman's cunt, making The Amazon moan out in desperate need, wanting him so bad she could taste it.
"Do it," she hissed, feeling the head of his cock just sitting at the entrance to her pussy, "Put it in me, please!"
"Beg me," chuckled Dominic, "Beg for it."
"Please," she cried, not thinking anything of demeaning herself to a man like this, "I'm begging you, put your penis in me, have sex with me."
"Uh uh," he replied with a smug grin,"Not like that, beg and talk dirty."
"PLEASE!" she screamed at him, her eyes filled with worry, her hair sweaty and plastered to her forehead, "Fuck me! Slam your cock into my cunt, fuck my brains out!"
The words were ones she'd never used before, although she was aware of them, and the use of these taboo words seemed to send a dirty thrill through her. It was almost like she was being naughty, but didn't have to feel guilty about it.
He groaned happily as he pushed forward into her virgin cunt, penetrating her for the first time. His hard rod pushed deeper and deeper into her, inch by inch into her tight, juicy snatch until finally he found himself pressing up against a spongy barrier.
"A hymen?" he muttered under his breath, not quite believing what he was feeling. He knew she'd never willingly consented to sex before, but he'd figured that given her revealing costume and the number of times she'd been knocked out, tied up or captured by a master villain that she must have been raped at least once.
Or at least fucked herself with a dildo, for fucks sake! Dominic thought to himself, then with a sadistic grin he pushed forward with his hips and broke her maidenhead.
"UHHHH!" Wonder Woman squealed out, her eyes squeezed shut in pain, but somehow enjoying it too, liking the feel of a strange pressure she'd always felt in her lap finally releasing.
A wide grin spread over Dominic's face, then he began to pull back out of her cunt until just the head of his cock remained inside of her vagina, then he slammed back in, throwing back his head and letting out a wild, gleeful laugh.
"UH!" cried Wonder Woman, feeling her body spiraling down deeper and deeper into a mad, insane rush of sexual ecstasy. The breaking of her hymen seemed to have released all of her pent up sexual desires, all her repressed needs and moral objections.
And she liked it.
"YES!" she cried as Dominic pulled back, then slammed back into her, "DO IT! FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD!!"
Dominic's grin just grew wider, and his cock seemed to swell inside of her, making her tight cunt squeeze down hard on his shaft, wrapping around his fuckmeat.
Dominic threw his head back again and laughed with a wild glee that seemed almost inhuman. He thrust his hips back and forth faster and faster, sinking his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt with each thrust. His balls slapped against her asscheeks as he plunged all the way into her tight, sucking slit. His cock pushed firmly into her snatch and then, as he pulled back, the inner-folds of her cunt would pull back with his meat before being slammed back in as he ground his hips back down against her own.
The Dark Mastermind thrust in and out faster and faster, reveling in each thrust into The Amazon's cunt, loving the sound of Wonder Woman's gasps of pleasure, every bit as into the sex as he was.
The Amazon thrust, bucked and jerked her hips around beneath him, slamming up against his grinding hips, screwing as much of his cock into her as she was able. All her thoughts were centered now on her pleasure, at the intense ecstasy that was all due to this man, this strange, dark man who had shown her just what she had been missing all this time.
Dominic's cock was rock hard, and every time he crammed fully into her tight, sucking cunt he rubbed across her clitoris and sent a steadily increasing wave of passion throughout her entire body.
She squirmed her hot, rounded ass down against the smooth floor, made of a strange substance that seemed a bizarre cross between linoleum and translucent marble. She arched her back, grinding her hips up against his as she gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut and moaned and groaned happily.
Dominic's eyes were all over her bouncing breasts, which sloshed around on her chest, they were firm but looked soft, and he knew that if he felt them up they would yield to his touch. His grin was fierce and a little frightening as he changed the angle of his thrusts into her cunt and leaned forward, catching one jiggling, bouncing breast in his mouth. His teeth bit down gently on her erect nipple and he sucked lightly on the tit-flesh in his mouth, sending small electric pulses of pleasure through her chest.
Wonder Woman moaned in pleasure, gasping through slightly parted lips as she felt Dominic's tongue lightly flicking about her nipple as he sucked the titflesh into his mouth. Diana lifted her legs up about his thighs as the man fucked her, then wrapped them around his back and began to pull herself forward onto his fucking cock as she gripped tightly to the sides of his head, her fingers curled through his short, dark hair.
As the dark stranger fucked her, a dreamy, sated look was beginning to cross Diana's face. She dragged her head back along the floor and rolled her eyes back in their sockets as her body was swept up and down the floor with each thrust of his cock into her cunt, which was now sucking eagerly on the meat penetrating her, trying to keep him crammed entirely inside of her. She'd never had a cock before, and now she was wondering how she'd ever lived without one.
The steeper angle of his cock since he'd leaned forward to nibble and suck on her tits meant his cock was rasping barely along her clitoris, and this gentle, light touch was driving her wild. She groaned and hissed, bucking her hips hard against him and crying out happily with each stroke of Dominic's cock. Now that she knew the joys of orgasm, she couldn't wait for her first cock-induced one, sensing somehow that it would be different than anything else she'd felt so far.
"AHHH HERA, YES!" squealed Wonder Woman, slamming her hips up against Dominic's. She finally crested the wave of her orgasm and came, moaning and screeching as her tight, non-virgin pussy ground hard against the base of Dominic's cock. Her juices exploded out around his cock, flooding against his hips and down his thighs, dripping to the strange floor.
If Dominic had thought The Amazon's cunt was tight before, now it was almost crushing his cock as he continued to fuck hard and fast into Wonder Woman's juicy, sucking cunt. He moaned happily as his cock pushed again and again past her shaven cuntlips, burying his penis deep into her tight, juicy snatch.
"This is it!" he growled, "YOU'RE MINE!"
His cum exploded from his cock, pounding deep up her pussy as he ground it against her cunt, his balls slapping against her tightly clenched asscheeks. He threw his upper body back and cried out happily, eyes on her heaving breasts, glistening with his saliva. Then his head leaned forward and his entire body seemed to loosen up, as if he no longer had the strength to keep himself up. His eyes were half closed and a smug, satisfied smirk played over his lips as he pulled his cock slowly from her pussy, eliciting a brief cry from the steadily more drowsy Wonder Woman, who also had a sated look on his face.
He wearily lifted himself to his feet, and looked up through half lowered lids at Circe and Barbara, who had been watching him with differing expressions.
Circe seemed a little smug, but also approving of the man she was currently working under. Barbara was alternating between staring at Dominic's naked body and Wonder Woman's, staring with an unmistakable need and desire. She was clutching at Circe's shoulder, which was both irritating and amusing The Sorceress, unsure how to react to the conflicting emotions she was feeling.
"Barbara," muttered Dominic, and the woman snapped her head up fearfully, like a whipped dog fearing a beating.
"Ye... yes?" she asked.
"Barbara," chuckled Dominic, his eyes alight with a dark amusement, "We came to you because I could sense your secret desire to achieve the freedom and wildness you once knew as Cheetah."
"N.. no," she muttered, hiding behind Circe's shoulder, eyes focusing on the ground.
"Barbara, Barbara," muttered Dominic, still smiling. He put a finger on her chin and lifted her face up, "Don't lie to me, I know when people are lying to me."
He turned to face Circe, who met his gaze easily, regarding him as an equal despite his leadership.
"Ivy failed and The Joker has escaped, correct?"
"Yes," said Circe, both of them ignoring the naked, slumbering Wonder Woman only a few feet away, "Although I suspect that there may be something else at play here."
"Yes, yes," muttered Dominic, uninterested, "Probably Neron, making some pathetic play against me."
He turned from Circe and placed his hand back on Barbara's face.
"Inside that V.R Machine you got to be Cheetah again," he said, "And now you can be her again in the real world, too, would you like that?"
Barbara opened her mouth to protest, then lowered her head again and whispered weakly.
"Yes."
Dominic chuckled, and then locked eyes with the nervous woman.
And even Circe was impressed with what happened next.
To Be Continued…