Morgaine Le Fey is bored. Not that she is actually bored. She just has not thought of anything well and truly evil for far too long. When one has wondered through the centuries as she has... causing chaos and destruction for no more than a simple momentary enjoyment... it can be difficult to come up with something really "new".
So maybe bored is not the correct description. She simply required a challenge. To take on something... some thing or someone to pick apart for the thrill of it. Not just going through the motions, because usually these things were simply too one sided. Too easy. She needed a point to focus her attention to.
In fact she's been so distracted pondering upon her lack of focus that she has completely forgot that she is not alone.
"You!" she spat. "Tell me again who you are. And why is it that you are groveling at my feet like that?"
A more than simply handsome man looked up from where he was laying nude on the floor. "Just doing as you asked. You said I should kiss your feet. That I was not to stop until..."
"Yes, yes... back to what you were doing." Another day, another naked man. Still it bothered her that she didn't remember anything about him. Nothing at all. An actor? No, good looking enough, but he almost appeared to have a brain in his head. Why, he could even form complete sentences by himself. Politician perhaps? No, back to that irritating, he seemed to have a brain thing. Maybe... her eyes darted down to catch the quickest of glimpses of his crotch. Well there was a nice amount of man meat showing. It was even all nicely swollen up and ready for service. Had she already sampled it? Was he any good? Obviously he hadn't made that much of an impression in her mind. Or anywhere elsewhere.
Now that she had taken the time to examine him, he did seem to be doing a pretty nice job at licking. He certainly had his groveling act working rather well. His tongue seemed quite wonderfully flexible and wet as he licked around her little toe. Had he already licked in more interesting places for her?
Damn! Now it was really starting to vex her.
Her antique throne was exquisitely ornate in construction. Tall backed, built to easily comfort a king or queen of any size or dimension - as was her due, being that she so better deserving of it than any mere mortal ruler.
She stretched a bit, the silk of her gown flowing as a whisper over her otherwise naked skin. The sides of the gown were open, exposing pale pink skin down to the hip. Equally open was the neckline, which took such a deep plunge that she was all but daring gravity to expose the fullness of her luscious breasts. The touch of the moving silk alone was as a soft kiss, yet more than enough to cause her nipples to tent out prominently. The only other "clothing" she wore were a pair of boots. Upon close inspection - such being being given by the man on the ground - these knee high boots had been artisan constructed out of amazingly thin golden thread with delicate inlay designs. Scroll work and jewels decorated along the sides and top. The heels themselves, also made of solid gold, were twisted into stylized “S” shapes that were at least 6" tall. Morgaine had long since become used to the feel of wearing such extreme heels. Knowing that she was naturally blessed with stunning legs did not stop her vanity from needing to insure that others would "have" to look at their splendor. The last "oddity" of these, possibly the most expensive boots in the world, was that they were open toed. Covered at the top until just past the point of mid arch with the rest of her foot and toes being fully exposed.
Which she took a certain amount of delight from currently as the groveling man performed an excellent job of making love to each of her toes. His persistent tongue was constantly slithering around in a lovely fashion. Moving, lapping, circling... providing such an exquisite oral performance that the sorceress briefly considered keeping him around. Or giving him the supreme honor of allowing him to show his prowess at working in some far more interesting areas.
If only she could remember who he was!
She could almost remember where they met, but then those thoughts eluded her. Always seeming to stay just beyond her reach before they would evaporate. Rising ire because this was one way that she did not enjoy receiving a bit of teasing.
Damn it! It was almost as if she were... No!
Suddenly standing, her fingers drew runes in the air.
The nude man did a pretty good job of remaining silent as Morgaine's unexpected change of position left his tongue clamped down hard between marble floor and the bottom of her solid boot sole. He didn't do nearly as well as a large and extremely heavy mirror mystically appeared, dropping down several inches before landing on his back. Pinning him in place as it slowly suffocated him under it's crushing weight.
Leaning forward Morgaine's fears became apparent. "Those lines were not there before!" she bellowed. "Age? I can't be getting old! I won't allow it!"
Bracing for the worst she looked again, then leaning even closer she dared scanning a third time -just to make sure it was not merely caused by some flaw in the mirror. At least that would be a story she could believe in. Only there was no flaw – Damn It! The mirror was true in what it showed. Forcing Morgaine to acknowledge the unthinkable.
Magically waving the mirror away, she stood for a moment fuming.
Answers eluded her. How could this be? "Servants!"
Only after an army of menials arrived did she notice the man who was twitching strangely on the ground under sole of her boot.
"Can any of you tell me who this is? And what is he doing?" the enchantress demanded, stomping her foot. Not giving an instant of thought to the very action that smashed flat the gifted tongue that had been under it.
To soon became clear that none of the gathered servants had been on duty when the formally handsome man had arrived, so his identity remained a mystery. An attractive female with some medical training dared to say "My kind and loving Mistress, I don't think he can breathe. It almost appears as if some great weight may have fallen on him. There is the strong possibly that he has some broken ribs. Or possibly a spine fract....
"Well let him do it somewhere else! It's depressing me to look at... at... that whatever it is he's doing!" Even as she began to wave her hand dismissively at his broken body, two servants grabbed a leg each and pulled the man from the room.
Only then did Morgaine's gaze notice the floor. "And what is that?"
One trembling young woman went on hands and knees to inspect the irreplaceable marble flooring. She knew nothing about the heavy mirror that had been dropped in that same spot only moments earlier "Oh divine one. Oh, giving and beneficent Mistress. They look like scratches," she said most hesitantly. It was never good to bring Morgaine less than wonderfully happy news.
"Scratches! Then fix them! Polish them out!"
Rising to her feet the girl didn't make it two steps away before being stopped and questioned about what she was doing. When she explained that she needed to get rags and wax...
"This floor sparkled like the stars in the deepest night long before King Arthur was even born! No rags will disgrace these stones with their touch. Use something soft. Like your tits you cow. Use your TITS!"
Which the terrorized girl did. Quickly dropping away the shear white toga which was her only clothing, she fell flat, rubbing her perky young breasts in a circle over the cold stone floor. The girl did so silently, showing no trace of complaint or discomfort. She had seen too many inhumanly harsh punishments handed out to those who had dared to show so much as a whimper or tear.
"What do the rest of you think you're doing?" Morgaine's anger had everyone else rooted in place. None dare open their mouth, but each was certain nothing good would happen if they were unlucky enough to to do the wrong thing.
"You brainless dolts! Do something... anything... Amuse me!"
Still unsure of what would please their oft times irrational Mistress, all stood as if frozen.
"Fine! Then I'll decide for you. Dolts! Which of you has the biggest cock?" Since being well hung was a prerequisite before even being considered for assignment to her male serving staff, it took some quick shared comparisons before one frightened stud timidly raised his hand.
A few muttered chants and hand motions later a beautiful hand made bed appeared, hand woven silk sheets covering the perfectly firm mattress.
The mystic pointed to the stud. "You! Over there, on you back and you better have that cock ready for me when I call upon it's use." Then she pointed to two females. "Come take my gown. If you so much as snag or wrinkle this fabric I'll have you down there, helping that cow to clean the floor."
Wanting to keep their precious breasts intact, the girls turned fingers inward so only their knuckles could make direct contact with the silk. Still they silently prayed there would be no accidental snag with a nail. Disrobing their mistress with a degree of care that it appeared as if they were moving in slow motion.
"Now because all of you combined don't have the brains of a farm animal, I want to see if you can at least fuck was well as something that might call a barnyard home. Each cock find a cunt and remember, you are here to amuse me. That means, be creative. Don't worry about your partner's feelings about this – Gods only know that I certainly don't care what happens to any of you. I have seen a lot of interesting couplings over the ages. Find one I have not seen before to catch my interest. Yank or pull on something. Stick something into a place that would never normal take a finger or object. But Do SOMETHING! If you are not creative with your efforts, you will discover first hand exactly how creative my punishments can be."
By the time Morgaine stepped over to where her stud was slowly stroking to keep his noticeable member at full staff, the rest of her house slaves were nude and going at each other feverishly. Climbing onto the bed, she quickly straddled the well muscled young man. Slapping his hand away, she replaced his teasing touch with her own fingers. Only her touch was far from teasing as she closed her fingers into a tight fist. Long, slender digits held his erection steady as if by second nature as she slowly lowered herself. Normally she would play with her food first. Rubbing the rounded tip oh his manhood across the soft lips protecting her sacred womanly slit. Teasing herself... as she so deserved... enjoying that warm feeling as her natural juices started to flow... priming and preparing her...
But not this time. This time her needs were... well, her needs were different. This was not the time for a simple pleasuring.
Showing no shame, Morgaine unexpectedly thrust her hips down hard. Suddenly shrieking out loudly as his stiff member tore into her fully with that single fleshy stab.
Sinking as deep as his eleven inches could reach, the stud below tried for even more as his back arched upward. Her vaginal grip was unbelievably tight. "Oh Goddess!"
"Yes... I am your Goddess! And you will not disappoint me. You WILL NOT cum before I do." She was riding him, grinding her still dry pussy painfully against him at the end of each piston like drop. "You have the pleasure of fucking someone from beyond your dreams. And I swear to you... I will take my pleasure first... or your suffering shall be... from beyond your worst nightmares."
Glaring at the youth, she placed his hands upon her hips, holding them in place until he took the clue and grabbed hold to her. Hard. Using flesh softened hips like handles he began to lift her body, only to slam it down again with enough force to push the air out of her lungs with each of the thundering impacts. Starting slowly as to gauge her response, fearing her potential anger if he was doing wrong, the stud could only guess that this magnificent woman was in the mood for some rough play. He soon picked up the pace and he was rewarded with a smile from his Mistress. She wasn't looking for any subtle love play, but seemed to be urging him to further ravage her. To plunder any sense of joy out of her responsive body. Skin gleaming with the effort, the tip of his cock ached from the pounding it was taking and giving as he plunged his way into the very bottom of her female channel.
"More!" Morgaine demanded. "I expect my slave cocks to do better! Fuck me like a whore that cheated you. Use that cock like this is the last fuck of your life! For if you fail... If you do not fulfill my needs... it will be the last fuck you'll ever get while still having you balls attached." She spat in his face and laughed. Leaning back she allowed him to use her body as if she were little more than a masturbation toy. With him so occupied, she grabbed at her own breasts. Digging fingers in deeply into firm mounds until the pain she brought on to herself was nearly unbearable. Only when her tits were red and raw did she start to then claw away at her own nipples. Pinching them until tears came to her eyes. Twistig as if to remove them from her chest.
Sometimes if you want what is difficult, you have to give extra effort, she kept telling herself. This wasn't a simple dalliance for her. A mere mating at whim. If she wanted a royal screwing that would leave her no more than a smiling, wet mindless lump of sated lust, Morgaine owned slaves capable of magnitudes higher talent and endurance.
No, this was part of a spell that required some part from her in return. A drop of pain mixed with a hint of sorrow. The grinding away at her dry pussy added to the mauling her of otherwise perfect breasts is just what she had to endure.
The room quickly filled with the smells of human sweat and sex. The grunting groans and sounds of flesh pounding on flesh increasing geometrically. The lucky shared pleasure, with the rest finding ways of forcing orgasms from their less lucky partners. So much attention was given to their being "creative", their need so desperate in wanting to amuse their Mistress with their varied styles of coupling, that not a single one took notice of the blue glowing crystal hovering above them. Sitting silently like a giant eye watching over the heating orgy... it waited. The more, and hotter, the couples went at each other, the brighter the crystal glowed.
Morgaine found it a bit of a shock discovering that she actually began taking some thrill from her lover. He was surprising her with a dazzling display of strength and endurance that she had not expected. At least from just a human. Drawn between his thrusting and the strength of her spell she was now soaking wet. As if a full bucket of water was steadily escaping, leaking out from her most sacred of openings while she still managed to keep the grip of her inner walls as tight as those of a virgin. Keeping a clamping hold on the young manhood tethering them was becoming more difficult by the second. Efforts at keeping her personal lusts in check were simply crumbling away. Maintaining her own control and needs was now more of a loosing battle
She had to maintain her spell at all costs. That rigid spike of male meat was getting to her more that she cared to admit. She wasn't sure that her nipples could take too much more of this self abuse, but she couldn't allow herself to give in to the demanding call for release her clit was screaming for.
Heart hammering in her chest, the stud surprised her with an unexpected hip twist. The extra scrubbing, twisting motion of his course pubic brush right on her bloated clit, had her tormented bud that had already been teetering on the very brink...
The fuse was lite... all she could do is allow... because in the next second or two she'd...
"I can't help it...!" the stud gurgled out first. The strain had become too much for him to endure either. The touch of his mistress's impossibly tight pussy felt so heavenly, but how could it feel so oily slick all at once? With a savage bucking of pelvises his bottom suddenly frozen in a stiff back arch as he buried every possible millimeter of hot meat into her. Then his cock gave up – shooting out a thick spray of goo. When he slammed into the dripping snatch to let loose his second jet of spunk the entire room glowed blue and an unearthly bolt of lightning connected the crystal down to Morgaine. As if saving the bulk of his load for last, his third jet of cum so filled her pussy that strings of the whitish mess spurted out of her pink lips from all angles.
After which she easily slid away from his body. Her body popping up quickly and surely as if she were an Olympic gymnast spiking the end of a routine. At the same time the other servants dropped like boneless toys to the ground from whatever strange position they may have been screwing in.
Glancing down at her own breasts there was no longer any sign to give proof of any of the pinching or clawing she had been doing to herself. And other than the copious flow of white goo still oozing from her sex, her pussy showed no sign of the battering it had just taken. Not a single trace of red that dare show itself anywhere on her vibrant – and youthful body.
In fact she looked... Perfect. Flawless!
Of course her boy toy stud now looked worse for the wear. Gone was handsome and muscular. Now he looked as if he should be resting easy in a retirement home. Her other servants may have appeared “normal”, however Morgaine knew differently Some seemed only a little tired, while others were verging on the brink of total exhaustion. But all had unknowingly offered up a piece of themselves for her.
Morgaine Le Fey remembered back to a time when this much life essence would have extended that of her own for years, perhaps longer. Now all that it accomplished was a quick patching up some crows feet and possibly a tiny fret line or two. Or the gray shading of a few hairs.
Now she had something to focus her concentration on. This would be a true use of her powers. A face and body such as hers... such beauty demanded to endure. Through the ages!
She must come up with something more long term than simply using up some of her servants as a temporary health tonic – useless as they were otherwise. No she needed something that would protect her from the ravages of time for much longer.
Perhaps forever!
Then it hit her. She had an epiphany in that evil, selfish moment. One that would be so evil, yet deliciously simple and easy that it could not fail.
Zatanna was tired. At least her mind and eyes were. The rest of her delightful body was simply numb. It seemed as if she had been studying this stupid scroll for hours. Or for so long that she forgot when it was that she had first started looking at the stupid thing. Carefully stepping away from the table where the ancient parchment was unfurled so as not to accidentally cause it any damage, she gave herself a nice long stretch. It didn't help. Oh sure it felt good to move some muscles around, but she still felt as if she could drop off to sleep were she to allow her eyelids to drop down any lower.
“This is the 'not enjoying' it part of being in the Justice League,” the beautiful brunette groused. “Dr. Fate drops an item off with no explanations and suddenly all eyes turn to me – resident miracle worker – to figure the damn thing out. Yup, all this fun heaped on top of two shows a night, three on weekends. Ahh, the glamor of show biz mixed with being a Super Hero.”
Glancing at the clock on the wall only served to remind her how long this had been going on. “Arrgggggg! I think I've figured out two symbols... why at that rate I should be finished by... oh, the year 3000! Unless something else comes up. Maybe I'll be lucky and that Mayan calender will turn out being right.”
She really felt like stomping her foot in frustration. Really hard. If only it wouldn’t take so much energy to do so. But Zatanna knew she wouldn't be of much use if she tried to continue while being this tired. Okay, some tea then. With maybe a small potion added just to help perk things up a bit. Or maybe a huge potion,” she smiled, settling her mind on the smaller version instead.
Luckily she was so factitious and knew exactly where each of her items, roots, potions and spells were kept. It wasn't just a 'clean' thing for her. The end of the world wouldn't wait while she was crawling under the bed searching for some magic ring or spell book just because she'd forgotten to put in its proper place. All of which was a huge plus for her now as she prepared her tea. Even with eyes half closed everything was found right where it should be. To the point where Zatanna had long stopped looking to double check what labels where one which jar or bottle. A pinch here, adding the proper words, a purple hair tossed in... a few more herbs – and stir. All so easy she could do it in her sleep.
Too bad she was so tired that she never saw or heard the small brown mouse that had shifted two small bottles around the shelf. One of the bottles was something Zatanna had never brought in her place before.
Black Canary was already in a power pose as she yelled "How could you?"
"What are you taking about pretty bird? I've been a good boy. In fact I seem to remember showing you just how good I can be this morning." Green Arrow was doing his best to lewd smirk, but God she can be such a loud bitch at times. Her being a great lay certainly cut her a lot of slack. But only up to a point. Damn! Seemed like she was bitching at him like they were married or something.
"I just saw Atom... Dead... with one of your arrows in his back and you have the gall to say you're a good boy?"
Arrow just shrugged not understanding why she would even think he would... "Not me. But could you stomp your foot again? I love the way it makes your tits jiggle around."
"You asshole! Try jiggling this" Ollie guessed what was coming and just stood smiling as she let loose with a sonic cry.
"Being the good Boy Scout that I am..." Arrow tapped at one ear, "I'm always prepared. Earplugs guarantied to block out your..."
Canary's face smoldered with anger. "Then block this!"
She inhaled so deeply that only the smallest amount of friction was preventing her nipples from popping free of her costume. This second blast was powerful enough to kick Green Arrow across the room with his body making a heavy thud as it collided with the far wall. Rolling around and coming to one knee as if it were a move he practiced for every day, Oliver came up with bow in hand to let off a lightening quick shot. A boxing glove arrow that caught the heroine straight in the face, dropping her stunned and stunning body right to the floor.
"Ya got to love the classics!" Green Arrow grinned. Quickly he dug through the clutter caused by her scream, he came up with a roll of duct tape. “Flash always gives me crap about it, but try explaining to your prison cellmate that you were taken out with a flying boxing glove. Might as well stencil 'Chump' on your forehead” he smiled while sprinting to the bedroom they shared so often; Gloved fingers snagged up a small lacy bit up off the floor. Returning to the main room, he pulled out a replacement roll of line for one of his arrows from a pouch in his quiver.
Oliver pulled the groggy girl up to an almost sitting position. "Hum... seems like they're still a bit soggy. Left overs from earlier? Yummy!" Balling up pair of her used panties, he stuffed them in Black Canary's mouth. A few quick wraps of the duct tape would make sure he wouldn't be hearing anything else painful from her in the near future. Then he pressed in while moving his hands around to make mold the adhesive into a sticky mess that would that a great deal of painful work to remove.
Pushing her face first down to the floor, Green Arrow pulled her arms back, folding them so each wrist was touching the elbow of the opposite arm. He quickly added few wraps of tape to each wrist. Not sure how "stunned" Black Canary truly was, he reached for roll of line. It was thin, high test stuff. Usually he used to swinging himself across from one building to another. Now it was being wrapped around his usual lover, just above her full breasts. He followed this by wrapping under those same sweet mounds, then cinching it off in behind her back, leaving her arms pinned at the sides and knotted in such a fashion that there would be no way for fingers to reach at anything useful. Like a knot.
Cutting off another length of cord, ankles were quickly joined together, followed by nylon covered knees. "Now let's make sure you don't go storming off all angry like... or try kicking at me." Looping some cord around her slender neck, Green Arrow knotted it so Black Canary couldn't easily choke herself while struggling. Which he was sure she would try. Slipping the far end between her knees, Oliver pulled hard. Heavily muscled arms had no problem as he pulled her body into a tight little “U” shaped bundle, not stopping until her chin was almost touching knees.
Canary slowly started showing signs of life again - and didn't seem very happy about it.
"Damn! You see an arrow and a dead guy and suddenly you’re off about how I must have done it." Picking her up from the floor, Oliver was less than gentle as he dropped her bound body on the top of a table. "You are such a blonde! I know it's only a wig, but do you have to act so stupidly blonde? Why would I attack another team member? Or be dumb enough to do it here, in front of every super hero in the world? Did you try thinking through any fucking part of steaming heap of crap you call an idea? Fucking mouthy bitch!"
Bouncing around a bit was about all Canary could do. She felt all the more helpless knowing that about all she could do was stare at the man she thought she loved. But her head did start shaking it's best "NO!" when GA forced his fingers in at the bottom of her leotard.
Nodding quickly with a big grin on his face, "Oh I'm thinking yes. Especially after you knocking me around like you did. Clock on the wall is showing me it's payback time, bitch. Going off all half cocked like that. Well now you have some of the real stuff. Cock that is. And not just half of it!" It only took one flex from his wrists to rip the crotch of her costume apart.
Canary's head jerked back and her eyes popped at the same time.
"Betting that kind of hurt," he grinned from the reaction. "All that pressure concentrated in one little tender place. Probably gave you a wedgie yanking your panties all the way up to your liver." Tights didn't put up much resistance, but GA was a bit surprised at how hard it was to yank those soaking panties out from between her vaginal lips.
Blonde hair was flying as Canary twisted around the best she could. "Muummmmpphhhh mmmm ooopphhh!"
"Can't understand a word babe. But I'm sure you're either thanking me for the yummy chew toy I gave ya, hum? Nice and salty with extra spunk... or, oh... I got it. You have a bit of a boo-boo down her in that tender place." Arrow slapped his gloved hand down, giving her pussy ten good hard swats that had the girl screaming wildly into the gag. "You're right. Far too tender here. Might want to use them lips again later though.” Taking a moment to preform a bit of a playful inspection over her helplessness. “Looks like there's only one hole still available."
Canary's eyes widened with fear, head twisting back and forth as she whimpered and tried to beg.
All of which was completely ignored as Oliver dropped his pants. His cock was already inflated with anticipation of what was coming next. Wasting no time, he pressed the rounded tip of his dick against the tight knot blocking entry to her so very vulnerable ass.
"Any port in a storm, eh?"
Against the strength of his arms, those tiny inner anal muscles stood no hope of resisting for very long.
By the end of his third hard thrust, Green Arrow's balls were easily bouncing off of her tensioned tight lower cheeks. While Canary screamed her throat raw, tears were flowing across her anguish painted upper cheeks.
A single person stood silently in the hallway outside. She had been watching the heroes go at each other, which was pretty easy since all of their doors were wide open. The figure looked in on nasty action for a few more minutes as the athletic archer fucked away at the helpless woman like a man possessed, showing no mercy or concern over the pain he was causing her.
"Interesting!" The clicking of high heels grew softer as she disappeared down the hallway.
"I don't have time for this Maxima," said a frustrated Superman.
"You won't stay to take your rightful place as my mate... so then what's a girl to do?"
"Threatening to blow up the planet Earth is not grounds for a lasting relationship."
"Then let's compromise... meet in the middle. Hopefully with you inside my middle. Give me an heir and I'll leave your worthless little pebble of a planet alone. Deal?"
Superman stood in silence.
"You can't tell me you've had better offers," she chuckled. "I mean, just look at me. Pure perfection."
Such was the problem. Superman could not stop himself from looking at her. Easily standing as tall as himself, he knew her to be every inch a warrior. Yet the uniform she wore left little to the imagination. Still the dark green top he was used to seeing her wear was somehow different... lighter... thinner... then what he remembered. Her “blouse” hardly had as much fabric to it as the top of a woman's two-piece swimsuit. But this one. The soft fabric shifting slightly as her large breasts shifted and moved underneath. Hardened nipples seemed to be tracking his chest. Was it just his mind or were they moving to keep themselves just to keep pointing at him? The tiny shorts she so favored did nothing to hide the fact that her legs were fabulous. Made all the more enticing with the stupidly high heeled boots she always chose to wear. Even in battle.
Try as he might, the Man Of Steel could not take his eyes off her. "I... That is... I don't make deals with criminals."
"And I usually destroy worlds that do not accept me as their ruler. "We all have our rules to play by. So how about we change those rules? Just this once?" she smiled.
Was it just is imagination, or did her green top just get... more transparent? Could it be possible that those strawberry sweet nipples were growing even larger? The were all but calling out to him.
"I don't suppose it would harm... maybe just for one time..." Kal El muttered, more than just a little bit distracted.
"Puh! Oh, stop doing me favors! There are others who would gladly offer up their lives just to stand in the same room with me," Maxima huffed. "Yet you! I can hardly get you to look my way. What is it? I'm not good enough for you? Or would you rather I call in some of my - she made a face of nausea - male guards. Maybe it's a mans touch you crave."
"How do I know you will keep your word and leave Earth alone?" There was a surprising touch on anger in his words. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes from those oh so chewable nipples.
"And do I know that you can even get it up?" she hissed right back.
"Fine! Then where do you want to do this?"
Maxima just shook her head sadly. "We are a warrior race. By rule I can only mate with one who has bested me in battle... but since I can hardly gain any notice from you Super ball licker..." She spun on one heel to stomp her way to an adjoining room. There was a bit of a snarl shadowing Superman's face as he followed.
"Were I beaten in battle, a real warrior would simply throw me down and take his prize. He wouldn't need to be told what to do. He would simply take and use me as he wanted. But since you don't appear to be a true warrior..." Two prepared ropes dangled down from the high arched roof. “Maybe this will save us from having to slip into pink party dresses and have tea first,” she taunted.
Taking a rope in each hand Maxima twirled her wrists so it looked as if she had been tied up. Reaching up as she was also managed to pull up her already ridiculously tight shorts. Now they hardly looked to be more than a tiny bikini bottom. Tugging them up tight enough that it would be easy to see what kind of panties she preferred... except for the fact she was not wearing any.
"Oh poor me," the redhead said in a flat, monotone voice, sounding as if extremely bored. "I am so defenseless now. I hope my conquering warrior won't harm me." Then she glared towards the Man of Steel, her tone turning sub arctic. "Or that he can at least find his cock by himself!"
Stepping behind her, Superman pressed his pelvis against her muscular and toned ass. His cock tenting out through his famous red briefs more than far enough to create a nice lump for him to bury away deep in her butt crack. Reaching around he began groping at her breasts... so firm... those hard nipples pushing back at him for as if asking for more attention.
"So it's cock you want, eh?" he whispered in her ear. His lips brushed against the side of her neck as he inhaled the scent of her hair. In fact everything about her... just touching... his cock seemed as if it was growing larger as he needed her. He could feel the thundering pulse of his blood as it moved through his erection.
"That's what's back there?" she mocked. "It's only because I can see your hands are here in front, otherwise I'd think that you were trying to poke at me with your pinky finger."
"Pinky...? He snorted but anything else he said was buried under the sounds of her laughter. And she didn't stop... in fact she only seemed to laugh louder. As if she were wanting to let everyone in the palace in on her joke. As if she wanted to announce to all her deep felt contempt for...
"You CUNT!"
Which only made Maxima laugh more now that she knew that her needling was finally causing any response.
Too bad the warrior queen couldn't see what was happening behind her back. Lining up as well as any NFL field goal kicker, Superman put one up, sending a shot going right up between the goal posts. The continuation of the punt had his big red boot pounding into her unprotected pussy with enough force to move a small moon. Or in this case, to launch her own moon shaped ass skyward! His own forward momentum was just sufficient to get his body up and flying as well. Making it easy so he could time things and allowing him to reach right out grab a handful of bright red flowing hair. Bringing his body to an abrupt stop brought out an ear splitting cat like shriek from Maxima as her body was trapped between the two powerful forces. Unstoppable force vs immovable object was put to a most painful test. With her being the unquestioned loser.
Using her hair as a handle Superman next slammed Maxima's head to the floor. Then again... and again until the stone floor under her was crumbling into dust. "Why aren't you laughing now?" he asked, dropping her unmoving body.
A blur of blue and red crashed through the ceiling only to return seconds later with a large reel of cable in one hand. His X-ray vision had spotted a nearby construction site. "If they think it's strong enough for building bridges, then it should do just perfect for this."
Cutting off several lengths with his heat vision, Superman found one metal beam that was still good for supporting the roof above. Welding one piece of cable to the center of the beam, he next flew Maxima up to what seemed to him would be a good spot. Quickly crossing her wrists, they got wrapped with cable. Superman heated the metal until it melted into a single confining glob. Turning it into a A key-less cuff restraint.
As she hung in mid-air lightly groaning, Superman wrapped another cable length at the crook of her right elbow. He pulled the other end up where he welded it to the same support beam, causing her curvacious body to hang off at a rather odd angle. At least it looked odd until he repeated the process on the other side, leaving the redhead suspended by wrists and elbows only.
Bending one deliciously long leg up, Superman wrapped several coils of cable around her trim ankle and muscular thigh. By the time he had melted those strands into a single glob, the redhead showed signs of regaining consciousness once more. Her eyes were still somewhat glassy as she attempted to survey her situation. As she was doing that Superman got her left leg bent up and "tied" to complete confinment. His only regret being that those good looking bound legs also blocked him off from seeing that fine, fine ass in all of its natural splendor.
"Release me this instant you knuckle dragging primate!"
"I thought the rule was you had to be beaten as an opponent? Well you're not looking all that much like an Almeracian aristocrat right now, eh. Maybe more like a hunk of fuck meat ready for use. Oh! And look, it seems like I have the lucky number for taking the first turn."
Superman grinned, stepping around so he could enjoy the look hatred burning on her face. Then he started slapping at her breasts, smacking them side to side. Hitting just hard enough that the impact would start to twist her body one way as far as the supporting cables would allow, only to reverse her course suddenly as he hit on that other firm looking orb in the opposite direction. Working her tits like a boxer would a speed bag soon reduced her silky blouse to little more than a few dangling threads that survived. It no longer took any use of imagination to see the bright red glow radiating off her abundant and abused chest flesh.
Now it was Maximas turn to go silent and not offer up any response. Her warrior upbringing made her completely unwilling to allow any "male" to best her. So Superman took hold on her plump nipples, pinching down on the rubbery nubs until he finally heard the quietest of whimpers. Sounds that only his super hearing would ever be able to pickup on.
But that would soon change he grinned.
Using the tenderized buds, Superman pulled her towards him, then suddenly he let her go. Like a pendulum the redhead's body swung away, until slowly gravity began moving her back in his direction again. Taking a step forward to meet her, Superman slapped down hard on both exposed tits, stopping her body both instantly and painfully. Adjusting grip and finding hold on those nips again, he walked her back his way two steps this time. Now the bound woman was mewing in pain with so much of her weight being held only by her overly stretched breast tips. Still she was unwilling to speak, but full realization of how complete her helplessness was filling her with a brand new sensation. One of true fear.
Once again he let Maxima swing away and once again Superman stopped the swinging movement of her body with a solid slapping down on her breasts. When he took three steps backward this time, he took a prolonged pause so she could “rest” there for a bit. The pain grew steadily worse until her entire chest felt as if it were on fire. Finally, she began shaking her head no. The Man of Steel smiled seeing how obviously close she was to cracking.
"Getting pretty red there your queenness." Superman chuckled, inspecting what had been an almost perfect pair of breasts until only moments earlier. "I mean those royal milk bags had been red from us playing patty cake earlier, but I'll bet folks will know for sure that you've be up to something naughty once they catch a glance at these hand prints. I'm betting that they'll stay that way for awhile before healing up any, you kinky little space slut. Maybe not as long as a tattoo... Hey! Wouldn't that be fun? Maybe I can find a tattoo artist to trace out my hands, then fill it all in with scarlet red. Maybe add in a 'What a handful' right under it? Bet it will be the talk of the town."
One more wide swing and one more sudden, chest smacking stop that was hard enough to empty her lungs. And this time Maxima had a tear forming in the corner of each eye. Still refusing to speak, Maxima let her eyes do the begging for her. Too bad Superman just didn't care.
"It's a bitch, isn't it? All the strength and power you have, but it's all useless without any leverage to use it with." All the time his was pinching those pulverized nips ever harder. "Your elbows can't yank you free by themselves. And with your wrists crossed like that, how do you pull?” Still, only Superman's hyper hearing abilities could hear her sad "no..." when he finally released her crushed nipples.
“Oh I guess we could see if you've been doing enough stomach crunches. Or...” Superman gave her a quick jab to the belly that was powerful enough to empty out her lungs again, leaving her gasping for air. “Maybe we need to work a bit here too. See how soft you've let yourself go.” I think we're doing okay everywhere else. No connection to the ground to work with makes your legs are useless. To you anyway. Yet" he leered.
Returning to tit slapping, Superman's hands were but a blur. By time he stopped he had all but flatted out the once proud mounds. Not wanting to give Maxima any rest, he gave her nips a good shake, insuring he had a nice solid hold. "Ya know what? It completely slipped my mind. I can fly..." Lifting gently off the ground, Superman elevated, enjoying the way Maxima's body tried to compensate by bending over backwards as gravity pulled at her. At about the time he had all of her weight supported by nipples and lifted higher than the level of her chin... he faintly heard...
"Surrender!" she tried to cry out but with her throat caught as such a tight angle it was barely manage a whisper. "I surrender... mercy!"
"Nice, but I'm not sure how sincere you are," Superman smiled as he opened his hands.
With her body swinging back and forth Maxima was crying and pleading. "I give up! You win! I am yours. Take me. Use me!"
Waiting for her pain wracked body to come to a full stop, Superman floated over to look her in the eye. "I thought I had been using you. Got any dick jokes you'd like to share with me now? I can call in the guys you have around for guard duty... or for you it's probably fuck duty, your skankness. We could let them all take good look. Or maybe I could invite in the press? I bet your followers would love to see how I've redecorated the place. I think such a moment really deserves some photos”
“No!” she hissed through pained lips. “You couldn't! They'd lose faith in their leader...”
“What! When thy find out what a gutter slut their leader really is, you mean? Okay, we'll play just like by your rules then. We fought... I won... Now all you have to do is suck my dick then we can..."
Maxima's eyes bolted wide. "What? Never! Put your... a male penis...in my mouth...? Never!"
"Wow! Now I'm so confused. I thought you just said that you surrendered. I apologize if I misunderstand. I can start again.." Suddenly tortured nipples were turned into handles for lifting her body again - until she was dropped once more.
"I'll suck! Please...! Let me suck your cock!" Was the redhead's new chant, being repeated over and over until her body slowly stopped swinging any more.
Floating to face her, Superman sounded calm. "Just so we both understand. You are going to suck my cock until I feel ready to fuck you. Then I'm going to pound that cunt of yours good and hard, then just when I'm ready to spray out my super spunk I'm going to let you suck out that first wad out and into your mouth..."
"In my MOUTH...!" Maxima's jaw slammed shut when terrified eyes saw his fingers slowly moving back towards her chest, which fearfully got her head nodding agreement as quickly as she could. "Yes! Your cum in my mouth." She so afraid of having her breasts being so brutally abused again that she hadn't even noticed that fear had stopped her from so much as breathing.
Speaking slowly and enunciating as if speaking to a small ignorant child, Superman continued. "That will be the first time I nail you. If you spit out my cum or puke it up we'll just have to start again, so I suggest you gulp it all down like a good little whore. If not, I'm afraid I would be forced to do something bad. Like practicing some more swing time. Only this time I'll pick you up with your clit. It will be fun to see how high I can lift you that way.”
“Oh, and maybe after you gobble down my gizz, a simple 'thank you for your cum master' would be a nice thing to hear.” Smiling, he gave his captive a moment to ponder that part.
“Now the second time I screw you, I'll go ahead and fill your cunt with all those lovely little swimmers you seem to want so bad. And right after that you'll suck me again, just to clean all our fuck sauce off of me. Hopefully you'll be smart enough to leave me nice and slick at the end because your next boning goes up in that tight ass. Straight up your royal hinny. Wouldn't want to be all dry for that, would you? My rod of steel ripping up into asshole that's about as dry as a desert... well, that just might make you feel a little bit sore. Why you might even flinch a bit if we aren't careful."
That was her breaking point. The warrior queen started crying like an injured child. Obviously none of this was what she had planned on.
"We'll just keep going around like that for a while. We'll see just how much your royal fuck holes can take. Trust me, I can refill the sperm bank a lot faster than what a skank like you can deal with. Just do your best to keep up, eh"
Not that Maxima could protest. Superman had already shoved the tip of his cock into her mouth and was humping himself away both happily and deeply.
"This is starting to be fun," thought the voyeur.
Seeing these lustful exploits through Superman's eyes was fine, but then seeing what was really happening made for a far much better entertainment.
It was actually Super Girl that was bound and currently being ass fucked by the man of steel. It was so easy to see that the young girl had been gone through all of the torments Superman believed himself giving to Maxima. The young Kryptonian was having problems keeping her mind focused. She had no idea why her cousin was doing this to her. More confusing was that when she looked at her bonds, because what she saw were ropes made out of Kyrptonite holding her. All of her super powers were stripped away by the glowing element.
But why wasn't Kal-EL affected by it?
Every part of her hurt. Between the strain of being hung up like a side of beef and the constant assault of all her openings she could no longer do as much as think. She was simply a degraded ball of abused flesh. Why didn't her friends come to save her? What had happened to the rest of the Justice League?
Never before would though of her cousin's manhood ever even cross her mind. I mean... we're family! Even when accidentally overhearing some of the 'girl talk' from other JLA members,it never once entered her mind that they might actually... to be with... it would be like being with her father... Yuck!
This was the man she trusted most in all of the universe. Or he had been. But now he was fouling her body in every way conceivable. But why? What had she done? What if she got pregnant? How could she not get pregnant? Kal must have shot gallons of sperm into ravaged pussy by now.
She hated that she now knew first hand just how huge Superman's cock was. Or that just as with his endless strength and endurance, that his lust seemed to show no bounds. Nor did his depravity! Obviously he could use his massive cock and her helpless body for as long – and for as many times – as he wished.
Her head was spinning, dizzy from the lack of air. Kal kept making her take his penis into her mouth, not stopping even if she was gagging and chocking on it's size. In fact he seemed to find it all amusing. Especially when he forced her to clean her own filth from his throat clogging shaft. How sick could he be to do that to her?
A pool of liquid had already formed under her, most of it being from the sperm steadily dripping out from her young, raw and battered holes. Add to that the large amount of spunk that had all but painted all of Super Girl's face, coating it until drying like a stark white mask while leaving her hair matted together like a helmet.
Humiliated, broken and terrified over what her fate would be, a steady stream of tears fell.
Just as the voyeur's face was painted with ecstatic glee. "Fun indeed!"
"Oh Pudd'n! Guess who's ready to join the party."
Batman opened his eyes, but still could not see. Something was covering over his mask. That voice. He recognized the voice, but he couldn't pull things into focus.
He had no idea of where he was, or how he came to be "here". One fact was certain, his jaws ached. Working his mouth made it quickly clear that he was gagged by some object that he could move his tongue through the center of. He could feel the wide leather straps used for holding him down at his waist, hips and neck, but for some reason he couldn't feel his hands or feet.
On the other hand, he could certainly feel the wet warmth that was circling his cock!
It moved at a slow, teasing, rhythmic pace and it felt so... good! Until it suddenly went away.
"About time you wake up!" Screeched an annoying little girl voice. "It's not like I can do this all night long! Oh wait, I can! Come to think about it, I have. Often!"
Then the warmth returned. A sweet sucking action with a talented tongue playing with his knob.
"How ya doing Batsy? Hummmm...Looks like you're doing pretty good from here."
"Oker." It was amazing how much contempt the crime fighter could work into that single word.
The sucking mouth pulled away. "Euhhh! Does he think that you're the one that's...?
The Prince of Crime shook his head slowly. "Doubtful Harley. If I'm busy talking to him, then my mouth is already in use elsewhere. Unless it's a new twist on ventriloquism I've come up with."
"Right! When you put it that way Mr. J," Harley drove right back into what she had been doing. Head bobbing up and down with slow precision, tongue flicking around madly.
"hut r u oohing?"
"Seems perfectly obvious to me. Harley is warming up to give you a most memorably mind blowing suck job... and I'm doing what I do best, playing games! Let's see how this one turns out Batsy!"
Unable to see where Joker was, Batman was still able to locate him by the sound of his voice. Mapping out the room by the way the insane manic's voice reverberated off of walls. Slowly a picture of the room began to form in his mind. Now if he could get his fingers to work... oh! God but Harley was doing such wonderful things with her tongue... distracting him.
"That's the problem with games. You have to have all the parts around to play properly. Ha Ha Ha Ha! Only my toy box got knocked over and I can't seem to find all of my stuff. Joker was so close now that he was all but talking directly into the detective's ear. "My bad! Looks like I have everything here after all!"
The blindfold was whisked away and Batman found himself looking straight up at that dreaded, smiling face. Those sickening red lips were far too close for comfort. Filling the room with laughter, the certified madman did a quick pirouette that had Batman bending his head backward just to keep him in view. "Let's see..." Joker reached into a wheeled laundry hamper and pulled out what looked like a mannequin arm that was covered in a dark fabric. "Ever wonder what the sound of one hand clapping is?" as he waved the arm around in such a way to make the black gloved hand flap around loosely. Fingers sometimes touching the palm to make a thudding tap.
A black glove just like...!
Turning his head Batman saw nothing at his side except a tiny bit of stump. A trickle of blood dripped free from the bandage wrapping around only inches down from his shoulder.
"Yup! All accounted for... arms and legs," Joker pulled each out for show.
Harley gurgled out between head bobs, "But I think I got the best part. Hot and juicy!" Then she stopped moving, grinning wide as she did her best to catch Batman eye to eye. “Yum! My favorite. Definitely more than enough here for a girl to choke on.” She added a sly wink, “but I'll do my best!” Joker's girl friend was quickly back to sucking cock, taking Batman's rod deeper into her throat with each trip down. She was close to naked. Wearing only her jester cap, mask and a pair of boots as she displayed her expert oral skills.
"Now here is where we all get to join in the fun!" Dropping his pants Joker took careful aim at his hench girl's cute little bottom. Smiling even wider once he discovered that her pussy had long since been drippy wet and ready for his entry. Seems like she had looking forward to having Joker take advantage of her open invitation. A few slower thrusts to get things lined up just right, then the cracked criminal started fucking her with a gleeful ferocity.
Each forward thrust pushed the white skinned woman's body forward as well. Shoving her face even closer towards Batman's crotch. Unfortunately the crime fighter was very aware of how Harley was being empowered to swallow down more of his shaft. An unholy, unsettling thought at best.
Batman gritted his teeth, trying his best to avert his eyes or think about anything else. Yet he kept getting drawn back in. Was it the energetic way Joker went about his demented coupling? Or was it the strange and sexy allure of Harley. All of those wonderfully curves mixed with that odd fish belly white skin? He couldn't help himself from watching. As bizarre as it seemed, Batman found himself waiting and hoping for even a quick glimpse of her dark red, almost black nipples. Finding himself wondering what they would taste like.
Joker was laughing manically, literately throwing himself at the girl pinned between their bodies. Harley's head popping up from from Batman's crotch with her eye rolling up briefly in her skull as she orgasmed. "Ah yes! You sure know how to keep an employee happy. I just love when my Puddin fills his puddin with his own special brand of puddin!"
"With the best part being that she so loves to share! As soon as I pop inside once or twice, Harley has thoughtfully volunteered to sit on your face and share all of her treasures with you. Isn't that nice of her? Offering to give you a little toast of crime cocktail shall we say?"
The Caped Crusader felt her mouth vibrating as Harley tried laughing along with her boss, until her head and spine arched back and she came again. Breathing heavily as she enjoyed the sensations also gave the Dark Knight a perfect view of those hard, darkened nipples had had been lusting over.
Batman kept hoping this was only a bad dream that he'd wake up from. But he knew different. Just as he was positive that he was completely at the lack of mercy of his greatest adversary. Faced the with having had his arms and legs removed there would be little to no chance for escape. And what if he really faced being forced to... with this gag forcing his mouth open, what if Harley really did sit on his face. He wouldn't be able to prevent... never before had Batman been so powerless. The master of escapes could see no way out of this dilemma!
Even the greatest of minds have a point they cannot endure.
The clacking of heels worked their way down hallways until finding the main meeting room for the JLA. "I simply love what you've done with the place. It's perfect! And such interesting artwork you've selected."
"Morgaine Le Fey! I thought I felt there was magic at play here. I just wasn't sure who to tip my hat to. There were so many possibilities, " Zatanna said with a smirk. "Please sit. Refreshments or something... more pleasurable?"
"Not at the moment, but thank you for the kind offer." Morgaine did sit down though having picking the chair usually reserved for the acting JLA President. Using it as her temporary throne as she gracefully eased down and rested her lovely rump.
"Are you sure about turning down the pleasurable amusements? Have you seen them all?
"I caught a few. Most intriguing and tempting collection you've gathered."
"gnininviD lwob!" Why not take a glance at some of the others?" Z offered.
Morgaine leaned to look at the visions produced in the waters of the divining bowl that had just popped into existence.
Zatanna explained the images. The first being Green Lantern, who was kneeling on the floor by himself, sobbing. "His power ring an create some most interesting and pleasant toys. Believe me, they can get the job done for a girl! Trust me, he has a surprisingly strange imagination for being a good guy. For the moment I have it safely covered with a ball of yellow plasma, just in case he suddenly tries anything stupid. Like trying to think by himself. Trust me, men just aren't very good at that. Oh, and he seems to be under the impression that his true love is dead. Like an icky, nasty - that wasn't a good way to go - kind of dead. His fault, of course. Kind of depressing if you were to think of it, which luckily I don't. But he is surprisingly talented with his tongue work when you take on the 'right' appearance. He must be very devoted to her."
The waters swirled and next they were looking at Martian Manhunter. "I'm torn with this one. His abilities to change shapes and take on different looks is an intriguing one. A toy that could open up so many interesting possibilities for playtime. Or to lure in others for play. But I just have this problem with keeping mind readers around me. You just can't trust them. What do they know... what don't they know? So I'm not sure if I want to keep him around for much longer. It seems he is kind of despondent over the thought that he is the very last of his kind, so it's kind of fun to set up an illusion were he is surrounded by a bevy of hot looking Martian babes. Then I just let him jerk off for awhile as he looks. Then when I get bored, I change it so he believes he's really a female. It's a bit of fun watching him opening up and getting in touch with his female side. He just moves parts around until he is a she, then I have 'her' spend some time Jilling off. As the ultimate 'mind fuck' I let him have both a hard dick and a willing cunt so he can actually fuck him/herself. What a way to go about trying to repopulate a world! Made some great recordings of that for later. I'm kind of thinking his mind will be less than mush later on."
"Now that one is delightfully disturbing," Morgaine stated as a true complement. "I can see that more than just your feelings about your friends has changed."
With girlish glee, Zatanna stood up and gave a slow turn to show off her new "look". Her black boots were now crotch highs sporting at least 5" spiked heels. The usually long tailed tux jacket had been cut down so it would no longer hide away from view very much of her tempting ass flesh. Say goodbye to either the leotard or satin shorts she had worn for so long as well. Now there was only the smallest of a black G-string circling her hips and it's front panel was so sheer that it took away any need to use guess about how smooth her pub shave was. Similarly, her white shirt had been cut quite a bit from it's former size. It was so tiny now that no amount of yanking or pulling would ever bring around so it could button at front ever again. The fabric was hardly more than a chiffon. Transparent enough to show off the black half cup bra worn below, that was designed to hold her nips up and exposed for the viewing enjoyment of others.
With arms sweeping the room with a flare of elegance Morgaine asked, "And how does this make you feel?"
"Hum... let's see... my life used to be 'hey magic girl, read this old scroll for us... or why don't you transport us to jerk water place no sane person would ever travel to." Fuck! A librarian or cab driver would be shown more respect than they ever gave me. So I'd have to say I'm feeling pretty Fucking Great!"
"What's the best part of it," Morgaine smiled.
"Proving that I am better and more powerful than any of them. Knowing that "little magic girl" can kick them all in the ass. Knowing that even if they escape, or even if one of the minor leaguers were to find way to free them, they'll be so fucked up mentally that they'll never be any good to themselves or anyone else. Ever Again!"
Zatanna either was unaware that while she spoke that her hand had dropped down and that she was slowly fingering her own clit... Or else she didn't care if anyone else were to see as she enjoyed her moment of glory fully.
"Would you like to do it again?"
With a quick shake of her head, "Been there, done that. Sometimes I change the illusions so things won't get too boring. It's fun to let Canary win at times just so I can watch smother Green Arrow with her hairy black bush. Damn, you'd think the girl would have heard of a trimmer before. I'd understand it if was the amazon going all natural and stuff, but Wondy's smooth as silk downtown. And with Batman..."
"No, I mean taking down a whole new set of so called heroes. I'm thinking about a different group of champions for you to torment. A new powerful force you can destroy and crush under your stilettos. How about...?” Morgaine motioned over the divining pool until four figures appeared in the water. "This is the Fantastic Four. The tall one is one of the most brilliant minds of his world. He is also their leader and his abilities enable him to stretch and change his shape..."
"Kind of like a smart Plastic Man? Oh... shape shifters can be very fun to play with. Don't think I'd keep the rest though. Especially that ditsy blonde," Zatana interrupted. “And I'm afraid that Pebbles doesn't do anything for me, and I'd hate to think about the kind of burns fire guy could accidentally...”
The image swirled into a new shape.
"Hell no! Not another bitch in a leotard acting like a heroine. Shit! What's her name - Pink Pussy?!"
Bringing a laugh from Morgaine "In fact she's called the Scarlet Witch. A most rare item in that she is a mutant who is also gifted with powerful magical abilities."
"Wonderful. Another world, another magic girl. Helps get cats out of trees, acts kindly to old people, saves the world in her spare time and gets zippo respect from fucking anybody. I'd put that little girl scout right at the top of my - feed to the sharks - list."
"You might want to reconsider," Morgaine smirked. "She seems to also shows a dark side from time to time.” The image morphed until a chain various events was flowed from one to another.
"Showing a bit more flesh, good. At least I like the costume better... Holy Crap! Is that a heroine she's doing that to? A good guy? And now a different one...? Oh wait... NO! You can't do that! Not while using one of those...!"
"I'm sorry," the sorceress said with feigned surprise. "I did not mean to upset you."
"Upset me? The wimp half of her I want to kill, but the other half I want to party with! That's one demented little bitch! I've heard of being bi-polar, but Damn!"
Morgaine made another gesture. "This hero is their world's version of Commander Steel. Only, I think, better. Captain America is a super soldier with enhanced strength and physical abilities."
A pink tongue quickly flicked across Zatanna's lips. "Not bad at all. Dig those shoulders. I wonder how long he can do some non-regulation pushups for? That super soldier stuff works on all of his parts, right?"
"Then maybe this would interest you?" A spin of her wrist and Morgaine brought up an image of Thor.
"Oh Baby! Come to Momma!" Zatanna's fingers were unconsciously back to being busy between her legs. "Oohhhh, I think we've got us a winner here. Just look at the hammer that guy is swinging. Come on baby, make me a Thor as you want."
"Even I would have to admit that Thor would make an excellent addition to anyone's stud farm. So, what I propose then is a trade. What I offer you is an amulet. With it I will provide you with the instructions on how you can use it to locate and travel to this and many other worlds that have heroes and heroines you can toy with. Or crush at your whim."
"In return for?"
Morgaine waved her hand absently as if brushing away some dust. "I am guessing that if you've taken down the rest of the Justice League then you have also dealt with Wonder Woman. I would fancy her Golden Lasso and Power Belt for my own. It seems as if I've forgotten a spell. Can't seem to find it anywhere. Those two items would help to do the same thing, just easier. It would save me from a great deal of dull, tedious study. I think you could appreciate that part."
"Ya, that thankless librarian thing. But those are pretty nice toys you're asking for." Zatanna looked less than happy as she pondered the trade. "I haven't even had a chance to play with them yet. How about something else? There are some pretty interesting items in our trophy room. Maybe one of them will catch your eye instead. Got a really nice philosopher's stone...? "
"No, no... It's fine. I understand. But when you get bored here, and trust me you will grow tired of your current set of toys, you'll think back on this conversation and realize what you could have had." Morgaine twisted her wrist slightly and the image of Thor began to grow, as it actually began expanding to stand up and out of the water from the viewing bowl. Zatanna was all but mesmerized as the water formed itself into a life sized, flowing statue of the god. Hints of color glinted through. Just a faint hue of yellow for the hair... those deep blue eyes... truly rippling muscles as water cascaded over... and the lump of that cods piece!
Leaving the watery image in place, Morgaine stood and began to weave a transportation spell.
"Wait! Don't you at least want to see her first? I mean, you and Wondy have a bit of history together, right? Wouldn't you at least like to see what I've done to her?"
"Why what a thoughtful child," the witch said graciously. "Please, yes I think I would like to see how comfortable you've made her."
Zatanna lead the way, muttering as they walked. "Blonde... mmmmpppj mmmmlhh... muscles... muphhnn..." With Morgaine grinning behind her back the entire way. It was almost too easy. Like stealing a Golden Lasso from a baby.
White cotton rope had been used to secure Wonder Woman. Her arms drawn behind were bound at the wrists and elbows, while ankles were spread wide and roped to a steel pole. Those three primary points held the amazon in a suspended hogtie, with one more rope added to wrap around at the chest to prevent dislocating the amazon's shoulders over stress and time. Still, the cords just above those unbelievable breasts were pretty well embedded into her skin. Obviously she had been like this for more than a few hours. One last rope had been added just above the amazon's hips. It may have helped with the suspension so as not to break her body in half, but it was far from comfortable.
There was a table at one wall of the room that was covered with any number of sex toys and devious devices.
As well as a clock.
Against the opposite wall was another table. The only things on it were Wonder Woman's uniform including her lasso and belt.
Batgirl and Huntress were also in the room. Other than their masks and boots, the heroines were nude. And they weren't there with the intent of making Wonder Woman's life any easier. Currently Batgirl was kneeling under Wonder Woman as she took turns sucking and biting on each nipple and breast randomly. Huntress was sporting a rather sizable strap-on, and seemed rather skilled with its use as she banged away at the bald and spread pussy before her.
The clock on the table gave out a loud buzz and the enchanted heroines began moving around. Batgirl selected a powerful looking vibrator, which she used to jam hard against the captive Wonder Woman's clit. Grabbing a handful of black hair, Huntress pulled the amazon's head up. "Come on Jugs! Time to clean up all that slut slim you've been squirting!" It didn't take long until Huntress was energetically skull fucking what had once been one of her most trusted friends.
Glassy eyed, the amazon was beyond trying to resist. Her aching body dripping with sweat and other juices. She couldn't even be bothered by attempting to gag as her throat was hammered at. Endless hours being suspended like this had taken it's toll. Even a mighty amazon can only take so much abuse or endure so many powerful forced orgasms. And that point had been passed long ago.
"I'm starting to notice that you have the tiniest bit of a mean streak that runs through you,” Morgaine smiled.
"Yeah, kind of staying with that mind fuck thing. If they ever get away, none of these so called heroines could never look each other in the eye again. No lesbian thing going on here. I'm guessing that would be Wondy's preference, but the only cunt drip she's tasting is her own. I just like teasing her by letting her see these beautiful bods so close yet always out of tongue reach. No licky lick time for her to enjoy. Not that see seems all that awake or aware anymore. But we just keep on trying for all the cream we can milk her clit anyway. A one way trip to pain and pleasureville, whether she's brain dead or not.
The evil grin that appeared on Huntress's face showed she had no complaints with her participation in the situation.
“So each time the clock goes off, they do something new to her. They can change up any way they want. Teasing, prodding,tickling or smacking. Whatever they want to try. But if they don't make her cum at least once before the next buzzer sounds, then they will earn a punishment. Kind of gives them an incentive for being inventive and merciless. So far though I haven't had to punish anyone. Hum... both Huntress and Batgirl are really turning out to be naturals at this stuff. I'm sensing a lot of pent up hostility. Maybe I could open a dominatrix school with them as instructors. I guess, it's all that time they put in playing with ropes.
Both masked women happily nodded their agreement, gave each other a grin and went back to fucking the crap out of Wonder Woman.
I'm kind of keeping with the girls right now. Objects are fine for banging 'ole Wonder Tits with, but I'm not sure what happens to an amazon if a real cock jumps in for a ride. Wouldn't want to ruin a toy I might need later just because some brain dead stud pops his nut inside her. So every couple of hours I trade out heroines so they can stay entertainingly energetic. The only thing that stays the same is Ms High and Mighty, look at me, I'm champion of all women. Nothing but a cum soaked bitch now. She's here for the duration. Or until I think of a new game for her to play."
Morgaine slowly circled around, thrilling at the degrading defeat of the amazon. The joy inside swelling until she almost asked if she could play also. Seeing such a powerful foe brought down like this started putting some of her own juices on boil.
"It's the little touches that count," Zatanna gloated. "Like having all of her stuff there on the table in front of her. I'm not sure if she still has a mind left, but if so, just knowing that if she could somehow reach her Power Belt she could easily snap the ropes holding her and free herself. So very, very close... but unless her tongue suddenly grows another two feet in length it's just one more torment for her to enjoy."
"You are to be commended," Morgaine announced showing honest respect. "From such seeds empires grow. Hopefully there will be another time we can talk."
Arms rising to start again on her transportation spell...
"Wait! Don't just disappear on me! It' not like you've got a listed address or phone number.” Zatanna yelled out with a dash of panic in her voice. She couldn't let the sorceress leave yet. “Of the two items, which would you prefer?"
Morgaine forced back a smile. She could all but see that Zatanna was salivating, visions of rippling muscles danced behind her eyes. Turning ever so nonchalantly she barely took a glance at the collection. "Only one item? Hardly a worthy trade. I'd need both to replace my lost spell. Perhaps some other time. Unless, of course, one of my servants finds the spell for me first. Then these would be totally worthless to me," she shrugged.
"What if we were to call it an act of good will?" Zatanna's tone was almost one of pleading. She picked up the two items, holding them out to Morgaine. "You get something, kind of like a down payment. I still have something to play with and we both have a reason to stay in touch. Hopefully, really close. You know, like sharing some girl talk every once and awhile."
Eyes glowing with lustful anticipation Morgaine stated, "Then I would chose the lasso.
"Done! Here take it."
Two pair of hands reached out, but as soon as Morgaine's fingers closed together, things felt wrong... this felt like...her head snapped up. "What?"
Better than any cowboy at a rodeo, Zatanna had a loop formed from the Golden Lasso circled around Morgaine's shoulders and pulled it down tight.
"I can't believe you fell for that!" the young magician giggled. "You're all high and mighty, greatest sorceress of all times, and I'm setting up a spell of distraction right under your fucking nose! One easy spell whispered while we were walking here so that when I see a lasso for what it is, you'd see it as Wonder Tits belt. All I had to do was give you what you 'thought' you saw. Or maybe it's an age thing and you just don't pay attention to things all the time anymore. Did you really think that the sight of some bulging muscles would make me so wet and runny that I'd turn all cheerleader stupid? That I'd prefer a bit of stud service over the power to force anyone to instantly accept my will? What do you take me for? Goddess! I don't even think that poor Wonder Jugs here would have fallen for that, and she's about a clever as a used tampon right now." Zatanna just couldn't stop herself from rubbing it in Morgaine's face.
"You will release me whelp!"
"Wow! As inviting as that sounds - No! I just don't think so. Oh, and while I'm thinking about it "neerG nretnaL ot em!" Hal Jordan appeared next to her, still on his knees weeping. Zatanna used her free hand to wrap some of his fingers around her ankle.
The room trembled with any number of mystic energies as Morgaine bellowed, "Remove this vile rope and release me!" Her reputation was well earned and it was for good reason why many feared the very sound her Morgaine's name alone. Without doubt on an even playing field Zatanna would now be nothing more than a pile of ash.
"Good try there Granny, pretty strong will and all. I'd almost say you've got that scary and frightening thing down. But I'm the one holding onto the magic rope... oh, and I'm borrowing a little extra will power from a guy who is a master at using it. So I think you're staying right where you are for a while."
"You insolent bitch! I will put you through torments which will have you begging for death!"
"Ya, ya... Nice story and all... too bad you had go and use the “b” word though. If you had called me a witch, hell I'd probably smile and agree. Well, because I am. But no, you had to get all personal about it and use the "b" word. Flash!"
The man in red was standing next to her before Zatanna could finish speaking the word.
"Now why don't you be a nice little sea hag and take off that gown or robe or whatever that fashion no-no is supposed to be, and give us a nice look at all those wrinkles you're hiding underneath."
Morgaine glared, teeth gritting as she struggled to resist, but it was a fight she was destined to lose. She so wanted to scream 'stop!' at her own hands as ever so slowly they reached up in spite of her wishes. Her commands! Sweat appeared on her forehand from concentrating so hard on resisting, yet her fingers fully ignored her wishes and undid the jewel covered claps at her shoulders. Softly as a feather on a breeze, the expensive silk floated its way to the floor.
"Gee, not bad for such an old crow. Old as you are, I thought your flabby boobs would be hanging down around your knees. Now, unless you need some help to stay on your feet, or need your walker to help with balance, spread you legs as wide as the whore you are can spread. And hold your arms out to your sides, you know, like when you greet the fleet when it comes in. Oh, and stay there!"
Face burning red from embarrassment, Morgaine's body exactly as it had been told. Each one of that damned woman's mocking words stabbed deeply at her soul. Morgaine was unable to prevent one demeaning moment of it. Not that she was willing to give up yet. Her mind whirled as she tried to devise a way... remember some obscure spell... could she still manage a way to take control of one of the others in the room...?
That's it! Suddenly remembering the name of a demon that she “owned”, all she had to do...
“And not that I don't trust you, which is not at all, don't even think of escaping,” Zatanna ordered. “I command you! If you even think of trying to get away, your mouth will taste like a gorilla took a dump in it. Oh, and the magic of the lasso will pull fifty years of life out of you.”
Morgaine looked confused. Could the lasso really do that? Did she dare to test? Or was this one more of Zatanna's “Mind Fuck's”?
"Now I know, at least for me, that concentration is a big part of casting a spell properly. But with you being such a well used, ahem, I mean practiced old broad.” Zatanna was lapping this up. This was turning out to be one of her best meals of dining on revenge, ever. “I bet there would be a lot of spells you could just toss around without even having to think about them." Zatanna felt like she was grinding her stiletto heel right into the old cunt's heart now. This was true joy. Taking down this pompous bitch may just be more rewarding than what kicking Superman's sorry ass had been. "Flash honey, give her a little tease would you?"
Instantly obeying, a blur of red encapsulated Morgaine, whose eyes had popped wide with surprised shock. Suddenly it felt as if she was being lightly touched, caressed, fondled, kissed and licked on every inch of her body at once. No exposed spot was ignored or overlooked. This was like no feeling she had ever experienced over the span of her unnaturally extended life. This new sensation had her gasping for air, which was difficult to do because of the deeply searching tongue that was in her mouth... but it wasn't... then it was back again, only to...
In a shockingly short time she felt an intense orgasm approaching. But not like any she had ever experienced before. This had nothing to do with her clit or her sweet vagina. This was her body about to explode from her very core. Her skin itself was being turning into one giant clit. This was as if her entire body was being stimulated to the point where it was about to...
"I think that's about enough for this demo. Not bad, eh? Nothing like, is there? Kind of like the first time a young girl takes a boy's hand, or the thrill of that first kiss. That is if you're still able to think all the way back to the stone age, back to when you were a girl. But it is like that... only spread all over your body. Makes you all squishy inside, only in new ways right? Oh, and it also kind of makes it hard to think. So no use thinking about escape, because it ain't gonna be happening for you bitch!" laughed Zatanna.
"What? Why? I... so close...? Morgaine's head was shaking, She was so dazed. And filled with such an unbearable sexual need. Her entire body was vibrating with want. This bitch had cheated her again! If only she could just touch her clit... all it would take is a single touch... les than a second... but the command from the rope telling her not to move... but her need...!
"So tell the truth. This wasn't really going to be a fair trade was it," Zatanna asked, as if she were a teacher catching a young student up to no good.
"No... but please! Let him finish for me."
"Ah, don't go all whimpery little girl on me now. Doesn't look good on an old fuck rag like you. We follow the rules here. Story time first... or no happy touchy time happens. And just think what it would be like if I asked him to pinch and bite you instead."
"The amulet and spells would do as I promised," A panicked Morgaine spat out so fast that it sounded like a single word. That much pain, given at super speed? Surely she wouldn't?
"But...?" Zatanna softly blew some warm air over just one exposed nipple as a reminder to her captive how strong her need for orgasm was. How little it would take to give her the release she so terribly wanted.
Needed and deserved! Except this demon dung of a human wouldn't...
"Strong magic users would 'feel' your arrival into their world. That would take away your element of surprise advantage. And their magic is different, not huge, but it works in ways you might not be able to counter quickly." the sorceress panted.
"I still think you're holding something back," Zee pouted in a little girl voice just before giving a hard slap to an openly spread pussy. Bringing a shocking jolt of excruciating pain and pushing that most desired orgasm even further away.
"The tea! The tea! There is one needed herb doesn't grow on that world... a few days without drinking it and you'd start to revert. You would slowly become a heroine again. But in turning back, you'd still remember all the things you had done to your friends. Oh Please! Have mercy! I've told you the truth!" she begged.
"Confession is so good for the soul. And the truth this time will really set you free," Zatanna glanced toward her male puppet. "Be a dear and give granny a nice banging, would you?"
Morgaine wanted to shout, or say thanks or... but she was suddenly filled... everywhere.
Impossibly there seemed to be a length of cock at and in her. Everywhere!
All at once!
Her mouth was open so she could breathe but, incredibly at the same instant it was also being fully gagged by male meat stick. On her tongue was the taste of her own sweet womanly flow while at the same time there was a different taste that was both bitter and foul. But how could that be happening if this unseen person was knelling at her sides, with all of her fingers being sucked simultaneously. Which was impossible if unseen hands had curled the fingers from both of her hands around so that she could jerk off twin ghostly erections. And how was she stroking wet cocks is her ears where being nibbled on and her armpits being licked? The cock pounding her lips as she breathed prevented Morgaine from glancing down. Otherwise she would have found it fascinating to watch the strange show. As amazing as it seemed, her nipples were pulling themselves out and away from her breasts, only to snap back and than pull out again, over and over and over. While at the same time her breasts were moving around in different directions. Both pushing and pulling, denting and turning as if being mauled by phantoms. All as her ass being kissed or licked, or fondled, and spanked yet she was sure that she felt hands on at the small of her back...
Immersed in a world of cock, nothing made sense to the sorceress. It was as if every one of her nerves was firing off signals to her brain at once. With it all happening so quickly that each pulse was sending conflicting messages of each sensation. By the time she tried giving anything resembling an actual thought to what was being done to her, Morgaine's eyes were staring up at the inside of her skull, as she was mentally and physically overwhelmed by a body encompassing orgasm!
A climax like no other. Usually when she came, there was those sweet seconds of bliss followed by complete relaxation of every muscle. Only here it did not stop. There was only a pool... a lake... and ocean of bliss that she fell into. She could not stop the elation flowing through every cell. If it had been possible for her to think, it would only to believe that she had died. This much joy could only mean heaven.
Suddenly her mouth was empty and her lungs fought to vacuum in some much needed air. Panting heavily for blessed oxygen, suddenly sore lips were forced back to a wide open position. That strange mixture of tastes returned, but not for long. It seemed that only seconds passed before her flush cheeks were ballooning outward, all caused from some increasing inner pressure. As lungs fought for air again, she had to first work at swallowing down the thick salty wad of goo which had somehow filled her mouth. There had been such a large volume injected into her mouth that part of it escaped past her lips under pressure, only to start dribbling down to her chin. Coughing and gasping with all the sticky liquid choking her airway... another hurricane strength wave of pleasure tore through every nerve that could still spark a message to her brain.
She thought that time passed, but had no real gauge to judge by. Seconds? Hours? Morgaine had no idea how she was maintaining her stance. Or was she really standing? Muscles were simply twitching under her skin all by themselves, but there was nothing left there that she own control of. Her eyes only registered a blurred view of an unstable world.
Later, as her mind did it's best to find... anything... a point... to focus on. Morgaine had no idea of even who she was any longer, let alone where she was. Was there a problem with her eyes? All she could see was a reddish mist or blur... or... she couldn't even tell how she was standing up. There was no strength left in her body but thankfully she wasn't falling. It was almost as if she was being held up... but there wasn't anything...
And what was that horrible taste in her mouth?
"I think she's had about enough rest time, eh? I'm betting the horny old cow would love one more round. It's probably been a long... long since she's had a good romp in sack. Even then, as old as this prune is, it was probably some guy she had to pay to do the job for her. Hope he was wearing a mask so he didn't have to see who he was doing," Zatanna laughed.
"Goddess No!" is what the enchantress wanted to shout, only she could no longer work her mouth or lips. Some gurgled froth formed at her mouth from the effort. Again the rest of the world seemed to suddenly leave her behind. Thinking was an ability that had long since failed her. Morgaine floated in a cloud of pure sensation. She was being stimulated and receiving such a collection of fuckings that went far and beyond what any single brain could cope with. Never ending filling... her existence was simply a relentless delivery of pleasure and pain that only seemed to steadily increase in pace. Building... growing stronger... until unbelievably... she felt cocks gushing off in all three of her openings, as well as both hands to go along with hot sprays of man seed that was showering over her breasts and face!
Then darkness hit as her brain mercifully turned off.
When her eyes fluttered open again all Morgaine could feel was pain. The first rush coming from the way all of her fuck holes had been pounded upon and abused. Next was the realization of how dry her mouth was. Along with the rest of her body. In trying to protect itself, Morgaine's body had tried to lube her overused holds. The result being that she felt as if she'd been stranded in the desert for a week.
Only then did her current situation come into focus. She was bound and suspended exactly like Wonder Woman with the ropes holding her maintaining a distance of about three feet of separation between her and the heroine. Facing each other eye to eye if they wanted to or not. Or they would be if the amazon's eyes were open. Wonder Woman's eyelids twitched from time to time giving proof that she was still alive, otherwise there nothing to give the sense that anyone was at home.
"Welcome back to the party," said an enthusiastic Zatanna. It only took her long legs a couple of steps so she could join her bewildered captive. Giving out a couple of slaps to the face just see what the reaction would be, "How are you doing? Have a nice time? I think we have just about got you softened up a little."
Morgaine was doing her best to get eyes to focus. Her jaw ached like hell. She tried talking but only strange gurgling noises came out. Softened up? That alone was enough to freeze heart. Did that mean there would be more?
"Isn't he something? Better than any damn vibrator on the market. I'll guarantee you that!" Zee announced proudly. "And do you know what the best part is? What you just had was Flash on the low setting. I've got no idea what he'd be like turned up to high, but maybe you'll do something to piss me off and we'll all find out. Just a thought for you to keep in mind. Ohhh! Or better! We could test out that near immortality thing. I could sic 'ole Supes on ya. Let Superman jump your bone and what happens when he pumps you full of that spunk of Steel. Are you really all the immortal, or does his was just fly right out the other end?"
"no... please..." A pathetic whisper was the best Morgaine could do.
"You're right. It is kind of hard for us to talk if your head is shot off to Mars. Oh! You know I almost forgot to ask. Why did you want Wondy's Golden Lasso and Power Belt? And I'm sure hoping you won't make me ask twice, because that would probably piss me off.
Morgaine's eyes made a valiant effort at looking strong and composed. Too bad the rest of her face looked terrified. "Youth... getting old... magic in..."
"Okay, got the picture." Zatanna starting ticking off points with her fingers. "You see a gray hair and panic. You use me as a gofer so you won't have to soil your dainty fingers with some dirty work , using a plan that will send me off to get my ass kicked in a universe where I wouldn't be able to get back for, thus keeping you safe from having to worry about that old revenge thing. It's a good thing that you are fun to play with. Otherwise I'd just have to kill ya, you Cunt!"
Kneeling down, she took the free section of the magic rope out of Green Lantern's hand then gave him a pat on the head. "Good puppy."
The one end was still wrapped around Morgaine's shoulder, sapping what little will she still had available after her orgasm ordeal. Zatanna dropped some of the gold rope down to the floor - wouldn't want anyone to trip and get hurt - then she wrapped a loop around the amazon before giving what was left back to Green Lantern.
Looking Morgaine nose to nose, Zatanna's voice became frighteningly menacing. "Okay cunt, this is how it's going to go. That clock over there? The one that tells my friends it's time to change the fun they're feeding 'ole Wonder Cow? Well every time it goes off you are going to think about the exact recipe used for your wonderful tea and then you'll give it to Green Lantern. Good puppy he is, he's going to write it down for me. That's every time the clock buzzes. Got It? So that recipe had better be the same shit each time, or else I may start to think that you're up to something naughty. You wouldn't want to be naughty would you? Because I'm already feeling a little cranky with you."
As Zatanna stood up, Flash popped out of nowhere to stand at her side. She took a moment to grab a handful of his crotch, bringing a smile to her face as she found him standing up and ready. "Ohhh.... I think he's all recharged. Nearly makes me want you to screw up just so I can see..."
"Recipe... I give it happily! A gift between friends! There's no need..." Morgaine was shivering with fright. She didn't think she could survive another encounter with the lustful speedster. Especially so soon.
"Isn't that nice? I feel all warm and fuzzy inside knowing we're BFFs now. But don't worry, I'm sure you'll do just fine," Zatanna mocked. "How are you girls doing?" Huntress nodded happily as she randomly smacked at Wonder Woman's breasts with a black ping pong paddle. Batgirl was busy using a strap on to fill up an overly abused pussy. It was not very thick, but was quite long with some nasty looking ribs molded into its surface, which the athletic girl was using with some glee in her twinkling eyes. The smiling Batgirl took out the time to give a quick thumbs up.
Sporting a broad smile, Zatanna reached out to touch the Golden Lasso, then she gave the command. "Morgaine, you will now feel everything that is being done to Wonder Woman just as she feels it. If 'your' mouth is full or you just can't talk when the clock chimes just think of the recipe. Green Lantern will hear your thoughts through the lasso. Understood?"
A sobbing "yes.." was all she could get out as her breasts exploded with unexpected pain and it felt as if her cervix was about to be punched up between her kidneys. All as she became as one with Wonder Woman. Inside Morgaine was crumbling. She relied on magic to strengthen her body. There was no possible way she could match Wonder Woman on a physical level. And if they had already sexually and mentally broken the amazon... her own chances to survive...
The next swing of the paddles made Morgaine believe her nipple had exploded!
"Lovely. Oh girls." Both heroines giving Zatanna their instant attention. "I think her high royalness has taken a bit of fondness to having her tush tickled. Why I'd bet she'd love a have a taste of Wondy's bum from time to time... so feel free to indulge her. Don't feel afraid to toss in an extra spanking here or there either just so she won't feel neglected."
Almost cumming just from seeing the look of terror and hate on Morgaine's face, Zatanna knew she'd have to do something about her own needs soon. Her pussy was all but bubbling she was so hot. And she didn't want to embarrass herself in front of the help by leaving a dripping trail behind everywhere she went. Green Lantern was good for some tongue action... but she was craving some nice hard cock. And soon. Even as juicy as she was, the thought of being serviced by The Flash scared the hell of her. What if she lost control for even an instant? Involuntarily cringing, she thought about what a horrible place to get a really bad friction burn her puss would be. But maybe a go with Batman... If he was seeing her as Catwoman... Hum! Rumors were that they had torn up many rooms with their athletic escapades.
"Okay kids, have fun. I'll check back in couple of hours!"
"Hours!?! I can't... pleass! NOooooo!" The sounds of Morgaine's begging and pleading followed Zatanna as she headed towards Batman. The thrill of power mixed with the complete crushing such a powerful opponent went right to her head. "Yup... that's something no amount of money can buy."
The powerful confidence in her stride down the hall gave proof of Zatanna's building power. In ways beyond description she knew her abilities were growing. She "felt" stronger now than at any other time. Was this some new manifestation for her? A sign of her dark side taking over, using her powers in ways that she normally would not go near? Or had her contact with Morgaine while controlling the Magic Lasso allowed her to leach away some of the enchantress’s mystic knowledge? Along with a bit of her nastiness?
But what next? Well, after a nice, thoroughly satisfying pussy pounding that is.
Decisions, decisions. She could go ahead and use the amulet to go and conquer the heroes and heroines from other worlds. Using the powerful control of the Magic Lasso she could continue sucking spells and mystic knowledge, both dark and light, right of Morgaine, easily gaining enough to make herself powerful enough to take on any adversary. Certainly the idea of spending some quality time with that Wicked Wanda chick had its own kinky allure.
Yum! What fun would that be?
Oh, and let's not overlook that hunky Thor. Ummmmm... just the thought of him had Zatanna soaking through her tiny G string. First a little playtime over on that world, then just flip back here for a quick recharge by draining away some youth and strength away from both Morgaine and the Amazon cunt... why she could do that for nearly forever.
Or she could stop drinking the tea - use some of Morgaine's magic to blank out everyone’s mind about what they had been doing to each other and return simply back to her old "normal" self. Just when was the last time she had drank the tea? Would it's effects all start to wear off if she took off enough time to let Batman bang the crap out her?
Oh, what's a good girl to do... or even me? She smiled.
As she entered Batman's room, Zatanna had already taken on the appearance of Catwoman. Adding in a small seduction/attraction spell just to be on the safe side. All of it done while not giving a moment of thought to the fact that she had managed to do it without saying a single word - forward or backward.
Everything up to this point that had been happening to the Dark Knight had been only an illusion. A series of "Mind Fucks". Nothing but games to keep his otherwise acute detective skills distracted and diverted from what she was really doing. Using his own dream fears to keep Batman out of the action while slowly eating away his soul. If the dark bastard even had one.
Currently he was trapped by a floral creation of Poison Ivy. One that had his arms and legs trapped inside the trunk of a plant. A solid, living jail that had formed around his superb body to keep him helpless. He was missing his briefs, with his Bat erection being slurped way at by the villainous redhead.
All of it fading away like a nightmare under the first ray of daylight as Zatanna entered the room. Batman was trying to mentally shake it off when his head turned and saw, "Selina" His eyes narrowed as he prepared for an attack, while the very corners of him mouth curled upward as he hoped for something much better.
Getting into her part, Zatanna made quite the show of being Catwoman as she stretched and swayed her body in a way that would defy you to look anywhere else. "Hi there tall, dark, mysterious and oh so very well hung. Could I ask you for some help? Swinging her seductive hips slowly to the opposite side made her breasts move so temptingly under the skin tight catsuit. Grabbing the tab of front zipper, she unzipped the outfit down to about her naval. "Do you have a coin? I don't seem to have any pockets," she purred. Then she pulled the zipper down another few inches as if to prove that no pockets could exist.
Batman's eyes never strayed from her curvacious form as he pulled one of Two-Face's coins from his utility belt and offered it over.
"Well that's rather convenient. Easy to tell yes from no." Flipping the coin high high in the air and catching it, Zatanna peeked under her covering hand. "Okay then, if that is what the fates want for me to do... who am I to argue? Glad that's decided for me."
Suddenly Batman's hands were at her shoulders and she was slammed up against the wall. Dropping his hands, he easily shredded the costume away. Continuing down, right hand pulled up one leg at the knee and lifted, fully exposing and opening soaked pussy, with his left hand closing down on an exposed breast... he slammed forward.
The magician was so wet that entry was easy and Batman was more than strong enough to have his way with her even if she hadn't of been interested, there was no stopping his carnal attack. His balls were already at overflowing from all the past illusions and they demanded he take immediate action.
Hard, strong, explosive action.
"Oh!!! YES!" she screamed out. "That's the next thing I was going to ask for!"
With that first cum out of the way for both of them, Batman threw Zatanna to the floor so he could really go to work on her responsive and needy body.
With a clink the coin fell to the floor. The universe had spoken.