So many heroines, so little time…
So why not throw them all into one big mixer and see what happens!
Marcus Lycus
December 2009
Issue 0 – All this and Earth Too!
The year is 1984, before the Crisis, before it all changed.
The place is the Justice Society Headquarters on Earth 2, a world where superheroes first appeared in the 1930s and fought in World War II. On this world an aging Batman fell in battle, Superman married Lois Lane and retired, Wonder Woman married Steve Trevor and left the hero's life. But this trinity of titans did not leave the world undefended…
"Hey Power Girl, fancy meeting you here!"
"Fury! How's everything out in California? Infinity Inc treating you well?"
Power Girl was Superman's younger cousin whose ship malfunctioned and did not arrive on Earth until the 70s. Although she was Superman's relative she'd worked to step out of his shadow, choosing a dramatically different costume, a tight, white leotard that left her strong legs bare and with a peephole that exposed her hefty bust. She kept her blond hair daringly short as if to say she was a modern woman and not some innocent little girl.
Her friend Fury was Wonder Woman's daughter but had also chosen a name and costume designed to step out from her mother's shadow. She wore a red leotard trimmed with golden armor, including one plate that covered her left breast. A golden tiara similar to her mother's held back her long blond hair.
"Same old, same old. We fought the Ultrahumanite last week, and that creepy Brainwave guy the week before. You should come out and visit sometime."
"I'll try but Metropolis is keeping me pretty busy."
"Metropolis, hmph. Too many cats getting caught in trees? Try Gotham some time."
"Huntress! Wow it's like a reunion here."
The Huntress stepped from the shadows where she had been waiting. Like the others she wore a long-sleeved leotard that left her legs bare. But while her two friends wore bright colors hers was blue and purple, perfect for hiding in the shadows. She accessorized with a pair of thigh-high boots and long gloves as well as a utility belt filled with a crossbow, bolos, knives and other deadly weapons. In theory she was the least powerful of the three but as the daughter of Batman and Catwoman she was by far the most dangerous.
"I guess you two got the same message I did."
Power Girl nodded. "Superman wants to see us? Yeah."
"Not exactly Superman you know. It's from the Earth 1 Superman, the young one, the hunky one!" Fury chimed in.
"I never noticed." Power Girl said with a blush and a giggle.
"Come on, it's not like those tights leave much to the imagination."
"Come on Fury, we're cousins, one Earth removed."
"I dunno, I heard you and him were getting pretty close at that last JLA/JSA reunion."
"Fury stop teasing, we're here on business."
"Y'know Huntress I heard something about you and Earth 1's Batman getting close too…"
Power Girl smiled "Is that a fact? You never mentioned that to me."
"I was helping him on a case."
"They why are you blushing?"
"Fury!"
"OK, OK… I'm just teasing. Let's go already."
The three heroines entered the JSA's lab where the dimensional transporter was waiting. The gate was already glowing with energy.
"Wow" Was all Fury had to say.
"First time huh?" Power Girl asked.
"Yeah, wow a whole other Earth. I hear their version of my mom is still young, my dad too. They're not even married yet. Gosh, what if I meet them? I mean what do I say? Hi, I'm the daughter you'll have if you get married?"
"Don't worry, just be yourself. I mean it's weird at first but then it's kind of neat, you really get to see what might have been. Course it's not always fun…"
"Huh?"
"I met Earth 1's Power Girl a few months back. Course she calls herself 'Supergirl'. She wears this tacky copy of Superman's costume and just follows him around doing whatever he says. She's a total flake, she's like quit college 3 times, had a half-dozen careers and still doesn't know what she wants to do with her life. It's like seeing what my life would be like if I was a loser."
"Is that what's bugging your or is it that she's pretty flat-chested?" Fury teased again.
"Girls!" The Huntress barked. "Come on, Superman said he needed us urgently. The sooner we help him out, the sooner I can get back to Gotham. Lionmane escaped from prison last week and I need to track him down."
"Coming… coming… geeze."
The three girls stepped through the porthole and emerged on another world.
The first thing that hit the Dark Knight Damsel was the cold.
On Earth 1 Superman's Fortress of Solitude was carved from the artic ice, as an invulnerable Kryptonian the cold never bothered him. But for an ordinary mortal like the Huntress it was like stepping into a freezer.
The next thing to hit her was the glare. Superman's eyes could gaze into the heart of the sun, but for the unprepared woman the glare of the icy walls was almost blinding.
The third thing to hit her was the smell. A dirty, wet smell, of salt and sweat and cum. The smell of fleabag hotel rooms and unwashed sheets. The smell of a hundred filthy alleyways off of Gotham Square. The stench of the porn theaters that had replaced the high-class music halls of her youth. The smell of sex.
She heard a voice "Great Hera run! It's a trap!" She caught a blurry image of a woman in red, blue and gold hanging in a cage.
"Guys" Fury started to say "maybe we should get out of here something's-"
WHOOSH!
Huntress heard something rush by, heard a choked cry to her left then the sound of a body hitting the icy floor.
Powergirl was down!
Powergirl! The strongest of the three already down!
"Huh? PG are you OK?" Fury asked.
Huntress took a step backwards.
There was another whoosh another impact. And Fury was down as well.
Huntress turned and ran through the dimensional gate.
On the other side, safely back in the headquarters of Earth 2's Justice Society, she slammed the controls shutting down the gateway. She panted a few times. What had just happened!
Batman's daughter calmed herself and tried to remember what she had seen in those few seconds. Even half-blind the Dark Knight Damsel's trained eyes had caught some useful information. There had been the ice of course, and the glare. In the center was a chair… no a throne and on it… a figure in red and blue.
On either side had been cages, one steel holding the woman who'd cried out. The other glowed green, she remembered seeing a hint of blond hair. Then came the blue and red blur and her friends falling to the cold floor.
"Great Scott" she whispered. "It can't be…"
"Oh? What can't be?"
The voice was behind her. Warm, comforting. Familiar but somehow that made it more terrifying. She spun.
"You know one of the perks of being Superman? It's not needed those stupid gateways to travel."
It was Superman, but he was barely recognizable. His uniform was filthy and seemed too small for him, as if he'd suddenly bulked out. He'd grown a wild black beard and his hair fell below his shoulders. His eyes were bloodshot and darted around the room restlessly. And below his belt, in his famous red trunks, he sported a visible erection.
"I…"
"You're the Huntress right? Bruce and Selina's daughter?"
"Um yes…" Huntress fought down the terror. Fought down the knowledge that Superman could crush her before she could blink. Fought down the knowledge he could bring down this entire building without effort. Training took over. The Huntress was helpless against Superman but the Justice Society…
Her hand drifted casually towards her communicator. She had to keep him talking.
"We uh, we met a few years back during the JSA-JLA team annual meeting. Remember? The Per Degaton case?"
"Of course I remember, even without super-memory how could I forget a pretty face like yours?" He smiled at her. It was not a warm smile. He reached up and pulled off her pointy mask. He tossed it in the corner. "You have your mother's eyes you know."
At last! With his gaze averted she hit the alert button on her JSA communicator. Superman was powerful but against magical foes like Dr. Fate or, even better, the Spectre he was as powerless as any other mortal foe. All she had to do was keep him talking, keep him busy.
"A lot of people say that."
"So you're trying to take Bruce's place here on Earth 2, kind of like Barbara is on my Earth."
"Barbara? Batgirl? Did something happen to your Batman?"
"Oh you might say he had a little accident. Gotta say though, you've got much nicer tits than she does. Do you get those from your mother too?"
Huntress backed up a step or two but Superman advanced leaving only a few inches between them. She tried to calculate in her mind how long it would be. JSA members should have already gotten the signal. Maybe 10 minutes to triangulate it… Then Flash or Green Lantern or the magical heroes could arrive almost instantly. So 10 minutes then. Keep him calm and talking for ten minutes. She could do that.
"I um, I guess so. She died when I was young."
"Well they are very nice. Almost as nice Diana's if I do say so myself. But it's hard to be sure. Why don't you show them to me?"
"S-show you?" Huntress' façade cracked, ten minutes! Ten minutes could be a lifetime! Her lifetime! Unless she kept him talking.
"Oh I could just sneak a peak with my x-ray vision, I do it all the time you know, but there's something about a woman exposing herself to me that's just so… erotic. Don't you agree?"
Huntress nodded mutely. Blushing bright red she reached for the zipper to her leotard. Early in her career she'd faced an entire prison of rioting inmates. Just a few weeks ago she'd been strapped into a straight jacket and thrown into a ward full of homicidal maniacs. She would have rather faced either of those threats than look into Superman's insane lust-filled eyes again.
She slowly pulled it down to her navel. The spandex leotard parted slowly exposing the cleavage between her breasts then her firm abs and her cute little belly button. Superman nodded and gestured for her to continue.
Still blushing bright red, her heart hammering, Helena Wayne, daughter of Batman, the fearsome Huntress, pulled back her costume and exposed her breasts.
Superman licked his lips. "Nice… very nice. No bra?"
"My uh… costume has support built into it."
"Ah. And here I thought it was because you were a slut."
The Huntress' mouth opened and closed. No words came out.
"But you're not a slut are you? In fact you're the opposite."
"I… I've never been intimate, if that's what you mean."
"You're a virgin is what you mean."
"Yes."
"You're a shy little virgin who's never had a hot cock up your snatch."
Huntress just scowled at him.
He took her chin in his hand. His grip was gentle but firm, with only the barest hint of the power in that hand. "Say it. Say it for me."
"I… I'm a virgin. I never had a… a…" Huntress squeezed her eyes shut, she lowered her head. "I never had a hot cock… up my… up…"
Superman laughed! A cruel, patronizing laugh. I was the scariest thing the Huntress had ever heard.
"You can't even say it can you? The big scary Huntress with all her scary weapons and you can't even say a dirty word. I guess you've got the same repression issues Bruce did."
"I…" She didn't even know how to answer that.
There was a rush of air and now Superman was holding her crossbow in his hands. He pulled the trigger and shot an arrow into his palm. It bounced off of course.
"And you have such nasty toys too." There was another whoosh of air and now he had one of her throwing knives. "All these long pointy things. I bet Bruce always wanted a son didn't he? A psychiatrist would have a field day."
"They… they're just tools."
"Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar right? Tell me Helena, since we're being so up close and personal… do you play with yourself?"
"Do I what… NO!"
"Self control, I see it runs in the family. I had to control myself too you know. I tried it once, I was in my room watching Lana Lang with my x-ray vision, holding my hot cock in my hand… BOOM! I blew out my bedroom wall. I still remember Pa's face when he ran inside. Ah… well… that was the end of my experiments."
"I see…"
"But it was probably different for you. A whole life of training. You probably never even thought about it, much less tried it."
"I… my mother told me I had to be in control of my urges."
"Good lesson that. Where would the world be if we gave in to our urges ay?"
He tossed her the knife, she caught it easily.
"Why don't you show me?"
"Show you?"
"Show me where we'd be if we just gave into our urges."
"I don't understand-"
"Just kneel down on the floor."
Huntress obeyed meekly. Six more minutes! She had to keep him happy for six more minutes!
"And put a hand on your tits. That's right. Now play with it a bit, lift it, rub it, tweak your nipple. That's a good girl."
The Huntress squeezed her eyes again and fought back a tear. She'd faced every kind of villain but this… this was just too much.
"And now reach down and peel back that bit of spandex over your cunt. That wasn't too hard was it."
It was the hardest thing the Huntress had ever done.
"Now put your fingers on it, rub that sucker a bit, wake her up. Find your clit, there it is, and give her a little pinch."
The Huntress bit her lip as the first stirrings of arousal hit. How could he do this to her? Why was he doing this to her? What the hell had happened to Superman to twist him like this? Five more minutes she figured.
"Good, good, feel your lips parting, feel yourself getting warm down there. I know you do. Good old Lois used to do this every Saturday night, sitting in front of that Superman poster she had in her room. I wonder if she knew I was watching?"
The Huntress did feel something down there, warmth, moisture and a feeling of pleasure mixed with the terror. She could see why her mother never allowed her to do this, it would be so easy to lose focus…
"Now pick up that knife of your and slip it in."
"WHAT?" Shock brought her back to reality.
"The hilt of course, what do you think I am, a sadist?"
"No… of course not. How silly…"
"It's a bit cold and a bit short but it will do. Just slip the pommel in and slowly work it up, that's right."
Huntress grit her teeth as she impaled herself on her own throwing knife. Careful not to cut her hand on the blade she forced it up. Pleasure turned to pain as the metal handle worked its way up her love canal. Each millimeter was agony but she kept going. Pain she could bear. She was used to pain.
"Now wiggle it around a bit, pull it in and out. That's good. I want to see you cum. I wonder what your O face looks like."
Helena Wayne cursed him silently, how dare he humiliate her this... but she knew she had to play along. She twisted her pretty features into a perfect duplication of the star of an x-rated film she'd once seen on a stakeout. She panted a few times, curled her toes and finally gasped in relief. Her performance, as always, was perfect.
"Nice try."
She opened her eyes. Superman was pointing to his ear. "Super-hearing remember? You can't lie to me Helena. Now start again."
Twenty minutes later Superman took an exhausted and sweat-covered Huntress back through the porthole.
Her wrists were cuffed behind her back, with bindings from her own utility belt, her costume was still askew, her breasts still exposed, and worst of all between her legs her throwing knife still protruded, jammed inside her up to the hilt. She walked with care so as not to cut her bare thighs on the blade.
The young woman was completely humiliated, Superman had forced her to play with her body until she finally came. Twenty long minutes of fear and waiting. Where was the Justice Society? Why didn't they come?
Superman leaned over and licked her cheek.
"Good job Helena, very, very good job. See what you've been denying yourself all this time."
The Huntress just sighed miserably.
"Oh you're probably wondering where your buddies are. I fused the circuits on your transmitter before you even touched it. No one's coming for you cutie."
With that crushing news she was pulled through the dimensional gate.
One again the cold hit her like a slap in the face. Even worse this time with her breasts and pussy bare. The glare nearly blinded her, but once her eyes adjusted the scene broke her heart.
It was a large chamber carved from the Arctic ice, obviously part of the Fortress of Solitude but nothing like the noble fortress Superman once built.
Along the walls were Helena's friends, Fury and Power Girl. Both chained to the icy walls and senseless. A chunk of glowing green kryptonite hung between Power Girl's breasts. A bruise was forming on Fury's temple. The two most powerful women on Earth Two had been captured in seconds.
But even worse than that was the sight that awaited her at the end of the room. Superman had installed an elaborate throne decorated with his once-proud 'S' emblem. Above it were two small cages, barely large enough for a woman to crouch down in the bottom. One glowed green and held a weary blonde in a blue and red costume. She was slumped unconscious. A thin ribbon of drool fell from her red lips. Supergirl, Superman's loyal cousin helpless in a kryptonite cage.
The other was conventional steel and held a weeping brunette in a red, white and blue costume. A golden rope was wrapped around her wrists and neck. She looked up weakly at Superman and the Huntress and sobbed. "Great Hera no! Not another one, not again..."
"Oh be quiet Diana, you'll scare my new guest. Don't listen to her Helena, you and me we're gonna have a lot of fun."
He pulled the Huntress through a doorway past a line of clear plastic doors. Out of the corners of her eyes the Huntress caught glimpses of the women held within. Proud, powerful, beautiful women in torn spandex costumes, crushed and humiliated.
He came to an empty one and casually tossed the Huntress inside.
"Don't worry Helena, I'll make sure you don't get too lonely."
The door sealed shut and Superman left her alone. The Huntress struggled to shift her arms down below her ankles, over her legs and then finally had them in front of her. She winced as she extracted the throwing knife from her most private place. It finally came free with a humiliating 'pop'. She removed a lock pick from her boot, put it in her teeth and picked the lock on her cuffs. She adjusted her costume to cover herself again and sighed in relief.
It was only then that the heroine allowed herself to cry.
Eventually she sank into a deep and dreamless sleep.
She awoke with a start.
Someone had opened the door!
"Who? What?" She demanded.
"Ssh, Helena it's me, Dinah."
The Huntress twisted her head, sure enough it was Dinah Lance, the Black Canary. She was dressed in her costume, a black leather corset, a black leather jacket and a pair of black leathers fishnet stockings. Funny. The Huntress had never noticed how much Black Canary looked like a dominatrix. Black Canary smiled and flounced her blond hair. "I heard he'd caught you, I thought I'd check in."
"Dinah, thank goodness, what's going on? How did you escape? Did you signal the Justice League? I tried to call the Justice Soc-"
"Ssh, ssh, there's nothing to worry about Helena, calm down." She took a step forward, the door sealed shut behind her.
The Huntress jumped to her feet the cum-stained knife in her hand. "Dinah don't take another step until you tell me what-"
"Oh Helena, you had to make it difficult didn't you?" She took a deep breath and smiled. The Huntress' eyes went wide.
"EEEEEEEEEEE!"
The force of the sonic scream sent her flying against the rear wall of the cell. The throwing knife shattered in her hand. The Huntress slumped to the floor senseless.
Like the Huntress the Black Canary was a heroine originally from Earth Two. She was a judo expert who fought crime with her wits and her beauty and eventually moved to Earth One. But unlike the Huntress she had a superhuman edge. A sonic 'canary cry' that could stun her targets. No one, not even Batman's daughter, could withstand it at close range.
Black Canary knelt before the senseless heroine and smiled. "Poor Helena, always denying yourself the simplest pleasures." She kissed the brunette on the lips, slowly, lovingly. She slid her silk-covered leg between Helena's and rubbed the Dark Damsel's sex, she pulled the young woman's body close, feeling her heat, touching Huntress' breasts against her own. She pulled down her corset and pulled away Helena's costume so their nipples could touch.
"Mmm, Helena, you don't know how many times I've dreamed of this, you and me, your body and mine..." She kissed Helena again. The brunette was beginning to stir. A quick touch of a key pressure point stopped that. The Huntress' sapphire blue eyes fluttered and she fell back into a stupor. Black Canary laid her down. Her strong fingers slipped under Huntress' costume and stroked her sex, her lips caressed the brunette's breasts. Huntress sighed and then gasped as the fingers slipped inside her. For only the second time her body was entered and long-suppressed feelings were released.
"Ohhh..." She moaned and Black Canary just thrust her fingers faster. She moved Huntress' mouth to her breasts and the brunette obediently suckled on them. Finally Black Canary slipped her fingers out and into the dark-haired girl's mouth. Huntress sucked on them, tasting her own juices.
The Huntress finally recovered she senses with a start. She was lying in Black Canary's arms, helpless and aroused. And humiliated again.
She threw her old colleague off of her and screamed.
"DINAH! How? Why? What?"
"Calm down Helena, calm down. I had to do it. I had to give him a show. He was watching, he's always watching. But now he should be bored and horny, distracted. So hopefully we have a few minutes to talk."
"Talk? Do you know what's going on? What happened to Superman? Why is he doing this?"
"I, I've pieced together a lot of it. It all started about a month ago..."
To be continued...
How did this happen? What turned Superman into a crazed sex-fiend? What has he down with the women of the DC Universe? And what will become of the them?
Come back for Issue 1 - Supergirl's Mistake! Coming soon!
And of course let me know what you think!