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Helpful hints about the story, you can skip this if you want, but it just explains a couple of things.
I'm very unfamiliar with The DC Comic Universe, being more of a Marvel Comics fan. However, another author who enjoyed my Marvel stories suggested I try my hand at a JLA one and gave me the seed of an idea which kept me awake nights until I decided to write it. This author sent me a huge amount of information on DC characters and personalities, for which I would like to extend my heartfelt thanks, without him, this story would not have been possible. Everything that is right about the characters, the continuity and the personalities is because of him, any mistakes are my own fault, and I apologize.
This story takes place after The Cataclysm in The Bat-Books, but with a difference. In this Universe, Washington agreed to help rebuild Gotham, which wasn't as badly damaged as it was in regular DC Continuity, and Gotham City is still part of The U.S.A. Wonder Woman is still lecturing at The Gateway City Museum of Cultural Antiquities, not living in that weirdo WonderDome thingee of hers, Aquaman still has a trident on his hand and Poison Ivy doesn't have green skin.
I was unable to find out if Metropolis and Gotham were in the same time zone, so I just assumed they were. I also put Gotham time on The JLA Watchtower on The Moon, let's call it a Global Standard Time, or GST.
Oh yeah, and here's the story!
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Arkham Asylum, June 6th, 4:45 AM
"Batman," whispered Huntress.
"What is it?" he muttered, his eyes narrow slits barely visible in the darkness.
They were perched on top of the roof of the Asylum, besides a small machine that gave of no noise or light but which, according to Batman, fed information directly to The Watchtower on The Moon.
Huntress had felt a wild moment of lunacy when he'd explained that to her, at the wild concept that not only was there someone on The Moon, but that it was taken so matter of factly by the others.
"I think I deserve an explanation about what's happening," she said, "You seem to be aware of some greater conspiracy going on that, quite frankly, is beyond my ability to grasp."
"Very well," sighed Batman, "But please... keep an open mind."
At first he didn't speak, but she didn't question him, knowing that he was gathering his thoughts, thinking of the best way to explain what she expected would be a very complex explanation.
"I first began to suspect," said Batman, "Shortly after we encountered The Key again."
She nodded, although it had been before she'd joined the team, she was aware of the dangerous being who had come within a hairs-breadth of entering Negative Space and becoming a god.
"Ever since we replaced the previous JLA," said Batman, "We have been beset by constant, escalating calamities on a seemingly daily basis, leaving us barely enough time to pursue our dual identities, and certainly no time to think."
He paused and turned his gaze on Huntress, even wearing mirrored lenses in his eyes, she still felt like he was staring right through her, deep into her soul.
"The JLA has been around a long time," he said, "And before this new team was reformed, they had their share of problems, but never on a scale like this. Since we reformed, we've been hit again and again with more and more dangerous situations. First the sudden reappearance of pink Martians, who were supposed to be exiled forever, then IF (*) and Tomorrow Woman, The attack of the rogue Angels under Asmodel, The Key almost taking over the Universe, The Rock Of Ages affair with The Injustice League, Prometheus almost taking out the entire JLA, Julius September's Probability Field, being hijacked by Adam Strange and The En'Taran Race, then the invasion by the giant Star Conquerer that put the whole world to sleep, the Hourman Virus and the creation of Solaris--a computer with the power of a Sun. Then the creation of The Ultra-Marine Corps, designed as an elaborate cover up for General Wade Eiling's psychic takeover of The Shaggy Man, an indestructible creature that is a planetary level threat, and last but not least, the ridiculously named by extremely dangerous Amazo Android."
"Well, yeah, it's creepy when you put it together like that," Huntress joked weakly, "But couldn't it all be put down to pre-millennium tension? A greater awareness of events leading to an almost paranoid belief in some greater conspiracy?"
"Is this a conspiracy?" Batman asked grimly, and suddenly his hand was in front of her face, holding of all things, a ball point pen.
"What's this suppos... oh!" she gasped, noticing a sudden, almost imperceptible flash of blue light through the transparent plastic of the pen, "What is it?"
"Some would call it a genie," replied Batman, "Johnny Thunderbolt had one back in the days of The JSA. What it actually is, is a being from The 5th Dimension."
"Where did you get that?"
"I was researching my theory," he replied, "Looking for any kind of links between all the cases I outlined earlier, and stumbled across a plot to release at least four of those beings onto the world... the results would have been catastrophic. Captain Marvel, The Spectre and myself dealt with the problem before it could develop any further, I made it clear to them that I didn't want The JLA involved."
"Why not?"
"I think that, with the exception of Zauriel's arrival on Earth and the subsequent invasion of The Bull Host, someone has been manipulating events, pushing our old enemies at us so subtly they don't even realize it's happening, driving them to take greater risks in order to tie up the JLA in potentially lethal situations."
"But do you have any evidence to back this up?" asked Huntress, "I mean, don't get me wrong, I know you're smart and all, but right now you're just sounding a little paranoid, genie in a pen or not."
"I have too much," replied Batman, sliding the pen away so unobtrusively she didn't even notice, "So much it's scary. When The Key returned, I wondered how it was he came back from a coma, and discovered that he had placed himself in a 'fake coma' by use of his psycho-tropic chemicals. Unfortunately for him, he didn't account for his own body's immuno-response, which doctors' reports indicate slowly removed all traces of the chemicals from his brain... until a day before his escape, when they suddenly returned stronger than ever, following a visit from his... brother."
"Was it his brother?" asked Huntress, not sure if The Key actually had a brother or not.
"No," replied Batman, "And strangely enough the surveillance tapes of the visit had accidentally been magnetically wiped. That led me to investigate the facility he was held in, and I found anomalous energy readings that I'd also found while helping track down IF (*), readings I'd disregarded after finding trace elements in the hideout of Professor Ivo and T.O. Morrow, thinking it was something to do with the creation of Tomorrow Woman and their release of IF. When I learned otherwise, I made use of The JLA facilities to do a planetary wide search for any residual traces of these... anomalies I'd discovered, purely out of a mild curiosity."
"What did you find?" asked Huntress.
"There were traces in the LexCorp Headquarters, Lex Luthor's private home, Arkham Asylum, several U.S Military bases and the remains of Montevideo."
"Batman," she asked, "What were these anomalies you were talking about?"
He smiled slightly, but it was humorless and dark.
"Raised levels of sulfur in the atmosphere, greater than normal percentages of volcanic rock and curious shifts in temperature above normal recorded temperatures for the time of the year, as well as several reported instances of increased vermin problems in even the most sterile environments, including LexCorp Laboratories."
"What does that all mean?" she asked, confused at the seemingly unrelated anomalies.
The humorless grin returned to Batman's face, and despite the ridiculousness of what he said next, it sent a chill through The Huntress' spine.
"Hellfire and Brimstone."
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(*) implicate field - Advanced Quantum Technology from The 32nd Century, one of several weapons confiscated from The Lord Of Time's Arsenal
Los Angeles, June 6th, 5:00 AM
"He.. hello?" asked Supergirl, slightly confused.
She'd been unable to sleep, and had been flying around, stopping muggings, armed robberies and a few attempted rapes... and then she'd been standing in front of a pair of large, open gates, made of beautifully inlaid gold in front of a huge, cathedral like building.
The gates had opened slowly on their own, followed by the huge doors at the front of the Cathedral, and she'd entered hesitantly, not feeling threatened by her surroundings but still wary.
"Who brought me here?" she called out as she entered what she had come to think of as The Cathedral, even though the interior was unlike any Church she had ever seen, "I don't like being played around with, just come out and reveal yourself."
"Reveal myself?" whispered a quiet voice from somewhere deep in the shadowy recesses of the room she had found herself in, "You know, a guy could take that the wrong way."
"Whose there?" she snapped, peering down at the shadows, "Show yourself!"
"Dirty little bitch, aren't you," laughed the voice, "Horny, too."
"What is this?" cried Supergirl, unsure how to react to this unexpected turn of events, "You brought me here to talk dirty to me?"
"What's the matter, baby," chuckled the voice, "Am I turning you on?"
She started forward, moving towards the shadows, then stopped in shock when she realized she wasn't getting any closer, but seemed to be moving on the spot.
"What is this?" she cried out.
"BOO!" cried a voice right behind her, she twisted about and found herself facing nothing, and then hands were tugging at her small cape, tearing it from her costume. She spun about, ready to tackle her attacker, but again, there was no one there.
And hands grabbed the back of the neck of her costume and ripped it down her back, causing it to fall away from her chest as well, exposing her entire upper body.
"AHH!!" she cried, twisting about even as she covered her breasts with one arm, bringing up the other in a small fist packed with more power than her small frame seemed capable of.
Again, nobody there.
And again, she felt hands gripping the hem of the short skirt, pulling it away so that Supergirl was standing in the strange Cathedral dressed only in tiny blue panties and her knee high red boots.
In panic she bolted for the door, but again she seemed to get nowhere, running as fast as she could but not getting any closer to the exit. And as she ran, she felt with horror somebody's fingers sliding past the elastic waistband of her panties. She reached behind her, trying to knock the hand away, but felt nothing, even though she ran her fingers over her own ass.
She could feel the fingers pulling her panties away, and at the same time still feel her panties clinging tightly to her tight little ass, a paradox she was incapable of understanding.
Then she didn't care, because her panties were tearing and she was completely naked except for her boots.
"FILTHY WHORE!" screamed the voice, "You want this, don't you!"
Invisible hands circled her waist and neck, pulling her backwards towards the shadows.
And then a high, keening noise seemed to smash into her like a physical force, and the hands released her, spasming in pain.
She dropped to her knees, lifting her face up and seeing with shock a figure framed in the light coming through the open doorway, a tall, imposing figure with... wings!
She herself had flaming wings which she used to fly, given to her when she became one of three Earthborn Angels. Who was this? Hawkman back, perhaps? And then she knew, remembering conversations with Superman Blue during lulls in the battle with The Millenium Giants.
"Zauriel?" she gasped.
"WHO ARE YOU!" screeched Zauriel, his voice a weapon that she somehow sensed was pummeling her invisible attacker like a thousand stinging needles, "HOW DARE YOU INVADE MY AERIE!"
He stalked forward and his entire body blazed with power, his eyes alight with a righteous fury that both scared and excited the naked Supergirl. From what she'd heard, Zauriel was a rather laid-back, sometimes naive newcomer to Earth, more interested in experiencing all the new sensations of having a flesh and blood body, but now he was revealed in as much of his righteous glory as it was possible for human eyes to see without going mad.
And then, amazingly, the invisible attacker was chuckling, almost contemptuously.
"Fool," the voice laughed, "All I wanted was to bring you two together, so I could get you out of my way. Did you think I would actually come into a holy place like this physically? Allow myself to be vulnerable to defeat at your hands?"
"YOU!" gasped Zauriel, his eyes widening, the fury dissipating as he realized who he faced.
He leaped over Supergirl, his giant wings flapping once, twice, to bring him directly into the shadows, which disappeared at his arrival, flowing away with an almost mocking slither.
"Just a shadow of myself," laughed the voice, and then it was gone.
"NO!" cried Zauriel, twisting about and rushing towards the doors, which had boomed shut behind him. He ignored the naked and confused Supergirl as he pulled the doors open, and screeched in inhuman fury and disbelief at what he saw.
For as far as the eye could see, stretching out forever from the doors, was nothing but pure, unending whiteness.
"Wh... where are we?" asked Supergirl, staggering to her feet and walking up behind the stunned Angel.
"We're in Limbo," Zauriel finally answered, "And I think I may have just allowed humanity to be doomed."
Arkham Asylum, June 6th, 5:15 AM
"There," said Batman with a growl of satisfaction as a green light began flashing on the device beside him, "Now."
He and Huntress bounced to their feet and silently made their way down from the roof.
Killer Croc groaned.
He was lying on his bunk, his body complaining to him over the aches and bruises left over from the escape attempt only a few hours earlier.
He'd led the rioters, pushing easily past the guards at first, taking advantage of the confusion. But then they'd discovered the guards had only been interested in a holding strategy, keeping the prisoners confined to The Asylum while the Police responded to the alarms.
Despite being stretched to breaking point, trying to keep order in the strained society of Post-Cataclysm Gotham, as the popular press had taken to calling the earthquake, they had certain codes for situations when it was absolutely imperative that a police presence be present.
Reinforcements had arrived almost immediately, and armed with tasers, neural disablers and tear gas they'd had no trouble overpowering the prisoners, armed only with chair legs, pipes and whatever meta-human abilities the more dangerous prisoners had.
Croc rolled over in his bed, trying to get more comfortable, and his eyes widened when he saw the dark silhouette of an obviously female figure crawling slowly down the corridor, eyes glowing softly in the darkness. He also saw the lightly twitching tail, indicating whoever it was, was most likely a meta-human.
Forget it, he mumbled in his own head, rolled back over and concentrated on going to sleep.
He'd had enough for one night.
Cheetah moved with silent, feline grace across the floor, a wide grin on her face.
Back! I'm backI'mback! her mind cried joyfully.
Somehow, in some way she didn't understand and didn't care to understand, Dominic had made her Cheetah again, not just physically but mentally as well. Her mind had been adjusted so she was more feral, more feline, more bestial than any human.
And she loved it!
For the change to be permanent, for the death of Barbara Minerva to be complete, she had to do one itty bitty little thing, just kill Poison Ivy and be Cheetah forever.
Barbara Minerva had always been her weakness. She lacked any killer instinct but longed for the unrepressed freedom she'd known as Cheetah, yet fearing that freedom at the same time that she longed for it.
Now that was all behind her, and in a few minutes, her situation would be permanent.
She opened her mouth as she passed the now empty cell that had held The Joker only a few hours ago, dropping the key she had carried with her the entire way.
The clothes Barbara Minerva wore were just too restrictive for her, she had torn them off the moment she'd been changed, and as a result she had to carry the key in her mouth.
Now she stood up and pressed it into the small keyhole set into the panel beside each cell. Twisting it, she unlocked the reinforced glass plating in front of the cell.
She slowly slid it open and silently moved into the cell, so quiet that even had the woman inside been awake, she probably wouldn't have heard the approaching villainess.
She stood over the bunk that the woman lay on, Cheetah's superior night vision allowed her to make out that Ivy was hunched up, her back to her would-be assassin, softly, slowly breathing.
Cheetah's face lit up with evil glee, and she raised her arm high above her head, ready to slash down with her razor sharp claws and tear open the back of Ivy's neck.
But instead, a black gloved hand caught her wrist in an iron grip.
"WHA!" she cried, and twisted about, pulling her arm away from the hand gripping it.
Her vision was better than any humans, but even she took a few moments to take in just who she faced, he was so well placed in the shadows that at first she thought a ghost had grabbed her.
"YOU!" she growled, taking in his shape at last, which was enough to identify him.
Batman.
"Ms. Minerva," Batman said, "You are in serious need of help."
"You'll need help when I'm done with you," she growled, her claws ready to slash at the only part of his body not protected by his tough Batsuit, his jaw.
Something hard pressed against the small of her back.
"Not tonight, darling," whispered a voice behind her, and suddenly her back was alive with pain as something penetrated her skin.
"ARRGH!!!!" she screamed and instinctively plunged away, diving past Batman and rolling out of the cell.
'Poison Ivy' was sitting up in her bunk, pulling off a red wig and staring in disapproval at her skimpy outfit, which showed a bit too much of her breasts than she would have liked.
"Put your costume back on," Batman muttered, not even glancing at her ample cleavage, "The tranquilizer should take effect momentarily."
"NO!" screamed Cheetah, hearing him, knowing what would happen to her if she failed, "Dominic, HELP!"
She bolted down the corridor on all fours, loping with fast and easy grace despite the tranq-dart in her back, fired from Huntress' crossbow.
And somehow she merged with the shadows, disappearing into them not just visually, but physically as well.
"Well that was a waste of time," muttered Huntress, sliding her costume back on, noting that Batman had turned his back and blocked the cell somewhat, to preserve her modesty.
"Actually, we're now closer than ever," replied Batman, a small smirk crossing his face, "Now we know the name of this mysterious Mastermind behind everything--Dominic."
"Whoop-De-Doo," she muttered.
"And the tranquilizer was only a secondary diversion, I never expected to catch her," Batman explained, stepping back into the cell, somehow knowing that Huntress was dressed again, "This Dominic would have covered his tracks almost instantly upon teleporting Cheetah out of harm's way, far too fast for any operator to get a fix on."
Huntress smiled, "Anyone that is, except for..."
"The Flash," finished Batman, returning the smile, "He's been monitoring us constantly, keeping a check on the entire energy spectrum."
They stepped out of the cell, ready to head back to the guard tower and let the Warden know that the situation was over and Ivy could be returned to her cell.
"Hey!" muttered a guttural voice from the cell across from Ivy's.
"Yes, Croc?" asked Batman, seeing the dark silhouette of the giant thug.
"Could you people keep it down?" Killer Croc growled, "Some of us are trying to get some fucking sleep here!"
Metropolis, June 6th, 6:00 AM
Clark Kent awoke to an unusual--but pleasant--way to start the morning.
A hand was lightly stroking his penis, which was erect and straining up under the sheets, and he could feel soft lips pressing lightly against his balls.
He opened his eyes halfway up, peering sleepily down at the shape beneath the sheets.
"Heh," he chuckled, "I thought you had to go in early, Lois?"
While he didn't need sleep, he was capable of inducing it whenever necessary, and he liked sleeping most nights, enjoying lying next to his beautiful wife, Lois.
So, as a result, he was still half asleep and hadn't really taken in that the legs poking out from under the sheets were of a more pinkish hue than the almost olive complexion of Lois' skin, and that the general shape of the woman beneath the sheets was that of a person much taller than his wife.
He leaned one hand over to put on his glasses, while he didn't need them, it helped to put them on early in the morning so that he didn't forget them and walk out of their home looking more like Superman than Clark Kent.
One pair of glasses and I'm a different person, he thought, chuckling.
His hands hit a piece of paper above his glasses, and a slight look of confusion crossed his face before a particularly good stroke of Lois' hand over his cock made him grin.
He made to grab the sheet and pull it up over her, relishing the lovely appearance of his beautiful wife naked on all fours between his legs. His mind was already picturing it, her beautiful face, her small, gentle hand circling his cock, the graceful curve of her back and rounded globes of her tight little ass.
He usually didn't think about Lois like that, thinking of her more as a person, a kindred spirit whose soul was entwined with his own. But in The JLA Watchtower last night he'd been overcome by a sudden desire for her, so much that he'd left as soon as the decisions were made, thinking of nothing more than wanting to get at Lois' hot body.
He grabbed the sheet, but noticed the paper was still pressing to his hand.
It was there only a moment, but that was long enough for him to read what it said:
Hey Big Guy! Had a great time last night! Almost didn't want to head in early this morning, but you know, big story and all that good crap!
Looking forward to seeing you at ten when my meeting finishes, can't wait to get home and ENCORE! Haha!!
Your loving (and a little sore!) Lois.
But if Lois is at work... Clark thought to himself, confused and a little nervous, Who the...? He pulled the sheet away, and stared in shock at a beautiful face framed by long locks of red hair, a graceful but strong looking hand circling his cock, the curve of a back and rounded globes of a firm, toned ass.
And it was not his wife, Lois Lane.
"MAXIMA!" he cried out in shock, pulling away, his cock jerking out of her hand. Even now he felt a quick rush of pleasure rush through his crotch as the cockhead slid between her thumb and forefinger. He realized with something close to panic that his balls felt cold, due to the cooler air above the sheets pressing against the light coating of spit on his nutsack.
"Superman!" cried the red-haired former villainess and JLA'er, "Why did you pull away?"
"MAXIMA!" he cried again, still too confused to think of anything else to say, and then, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!"
She looked genuinely confused.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, "Get back over here and let's finish this!"
"Finish...? What are you doing in here? How did you find me!?"
Suddenly Maxima's confused frown became a smile, dawning on her face slowly, her eyes narrowing in amusement.
"Oh I see," she chuckled, "Want to play a little hard to get, eh? Like all those years you refused me?"
For years Maxima had wanted Superman as her mate, and for years he had rebuffed her time and again, driving the villain mad with thwarted passion. Finally she'd seemingly gotten over her obsession, traded in her vicious ways and become a member of a previous team of The JLA. But now here she was, giving him a handjob in the early hours of the morning and acting like they were an item.
She dove for him, a playful look on her face. But as fast as she was, Superman was faster, and dived out of her way.
"Come on, Supes!" she laughed, on all fours on the bed. And despite himself, Clark found himself admiring her nude form, her large breasts swinging beneath her, the light sheen of sweat on her body, the curve and shape of her legs and ass, "Gimme some of that sugar!"
"Maxima," Superman said, putting up his hands to ward her off, trying to ignore the strange sensations he was feeling. His cock was still firm and erect, which made him even more confused, surely it should have gone down by now.... unless he was turned on by another woman other than his wife, "Calm down, let's just talk things through."
Suddenly something slammed into the back of his legs. Unprepared as he was, he found his knees buckling, dropping onto his ass of a chair slammed into his legs... had he been ready he would have stayed firmly in place and the chair would have shattered into a thousand pieces.
The chair flew up towards the bed, propelled by Maxima's powers of telekinesis, one of many powers the sometimes villain, sometimes heroine had at her disposal.
Before he could stop himself, the chair tipped forward, and Superman dropped onto the naked woman, who had turned around on her back and spread her legs wide in anticipation.
In shock, Superman found himself lying on top of the sexy redhead, his cock pressing firmly against her thigh, her breasts squashed against his firm chest.
"Now that's more like it!" she laughed.
For a second, one brief second, Superman felt a strange, irrational desire to shift his hips slightly and plunge his cock deep inside of the hot woman's cunt, to grab tightly to her and fuck her brains out.
Only a second, but one that seemed like an eternity.
"THAT'S IT!" he roared and flew backwards, his ass hitting the ceiling, his eyes glowing red with anger.
"WHAT THE HELL!" yelled Maxima, seemingly furious herself, her eyes glowing yellow, "THAT'S IT, SUPES! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU!"
Superman's eyes cleared, his face again awash with confusion, not sure how to respond to this bizarre reaction.
"Wha... I, what are you talking about?" cried Clark.
She stood up, on top of the bed her face came up to barely a few inches below his, "This act is getting real old, what's going on... huh?"
She twisted her head, catching the same red blur out of the corner of her eye that Clark had. A second later she was across the other side of the room, being caught by the same person who had punched her out.
"Nice look," said The Flash with a grin, staring up at the floating, naked Man Of Steel.
Huntress stepped into the bedroom, glancing up at the floating Chairman Of The JLA, a small smile crossed her face as she noticed his still erect penis.
"I see why they call you The Man Of Steel," she said with a chuckle.
Actually blushing, Superman sped down in a blur to the bed and pulled the sheet up, winding it around his waist. It did nothing but draw more attention to his erection, which pressed against the sheet, but it was better than being naked.
Batman entered the bedroom last, moving silently as always, an enigmatic presence even in such a domestic setting.
"Batman!" cried Superman, "Why did you bring them here! My...."
"Your secret identity is safe," replied Batman, interrupting The Man Of Tomorrow, "I had us teleported directly into your living room, and Superman naked is still Superman."
Clark nodded slightly, realizing he wasn't wearing his glasses and that, with his hair slightly mussed from sleep, he did indeed look like a naked Superman and not a naked Clark Kent, whom Huntress and Flash probably wouldn't recognize anyway.
"Get dressed, then let's get out of here," Batman said, "The JLA is under siege, we need your help."
"No, no," muttered Superman absentmindedly as Flash carried Maxima out of the room, followed by Huntress, "I have to get to Lois, explain what happened."
"This is more important," replied Batman, "The safety of the world is at jeopardy."
"When isn't it," muttered Superman, pulling on his blue tights.
Batman's slap caught him completely by surprise, shocking him into complete silence. It didn't hurt at all, in fact Batman's hand stung quite badly, but it had the desired effect, cutting easily through the fog currently enmeshed in Superman's mind. It wasn't so much the slap as the fact that he hadn't seen it coming, which was impossible, as good as Batman was, he wasn't that good.
"Listen to you!" growled Batman through gritted teeth inches from Superman's face, "And look at yourself! You didn't even see that coming, so how is that possible do you think!?!"
"Wha... what are you talking about?" asked the confused Superman, taken aback by this unfamiliar situation. He was feeling an intense desire to throw Batman across the room, completely illogical but pre-eminent in his mind, and that scared him even more than the fact he hadn't seen Batman's blow coming.
"The JLA have come under attack," growled Batman, either unaware of how close he was to being pummeled to death or confident in Superman's ability to hold back these strange desires, "Try to think clearly for a moment. Green Lantern, bearer of the most powerful weapon in the Universe, has been abducted. Wonder Woman, Aquaman and Zauriel have not responded to an emergency call, and Martian Manhunter... well, try to contact me or any other JLA Member on telepathic link."
Superman stared at Batman, confused, then closed his eyes, concentrating hard to form a clear thought and sent it towards Batman. This had become almost second nature since forming a telepathic link through J'Onn.
His eyes opened up and he stared at Batman in disbelief.
"I can't!"
"None of us can," replied Batman grimly, releasing Superman's neck and stepping back, "I think Wonder Woman, J'Onn and Zauriel have been taken out of the picture, I'm not so sure about Aquaman, he's ignored emergency calls before. Green Lantern was the latest to fall, and you're well on your way."
"Me?"
"I think that when you went through the cone of Kryptonite Energy in your effort to prevent Joker committing suicide, you left yourself open to a meticulously timed attack. Something is affecting both your powers and your mind, including your sense of ethics and responsibility."
"That's not true," Superman replied, shaking his head, "I..." he trailed off, "The sneeze!"
"Sneeze?" asked Batman, it was his turn to be confused now.
"Since my encounter with The Joker I was feeling a little under the weather," Superman mused, "I put it down to a psychosomatic response to my momentary exposure to Kryptonite, but the pressure built and built till suddenly I sneezed, and felt better," he shook his head in wonder as comprehension dawned, "I sneezed and felt great, and everything seemed to be going right, decisions had been made, things were flowing. I didn't want anything more than to go home and see Lois, and... uh, do, um, stuff with her."
Batman nodded, ignoring Superman's discomfort.
"Come," he said, "We have to get back to The Watchtower. We've been under attack, now it's time to go on the offensive, we know where to find our attacker thanks to The Flash."
Superman pulled his costume fully on, grabbing his boots and sitting down on his bed to pull them on, he paused suddenly, a thought occurring to him.
"Bru... Batman," he said.
"Hmmm?" asked The Dark Knight, pausing in the doorway, seeing Huntress and Flash standing in the corridor, pointedly pretending not to have heard the conversation and ignoring pictures on the wall of Clark, Lois and their respective families.
"You said Green Lantern was the latest to be taken in, but J'Onn came in to telepathically scan Carol Ferris' mind when Kyle found her in his bed?"
"Yes," replied Batman, "I'm afraid to say that we have to face the possibility that our captured teammates have been turned."
Ferris Aircraft, Time Unknown
Kyle cursed as the spanner slipped, banged his hand and bruised his hand.
"Dammit!" he growled, "I'm a pilot, not a mechanic!"
"Exactly," said a voice behind him, "But being a male, you thought you could be both."
He tried to look surly as he turned, still nursing his hand, but the moment he saw her his face couldn't help but break out into a smile.
"Carol," he said, "Can you forgive me for being a pig headed jerk?"
"Ahh sweetie," she chuckled, smiling, "You can't help your nature, you are a man after all!"
"Why you little!" he cried and lunged at her, making her screech with laughter as she dived out of the way. He chased after her and she ran, both of them laughing at the silly game.
As they ran, Kyle's eyes naturally went down to Carol's ass, lovingly caressed by tight denim jeans, and grinned. With a burst of speed he leaped ahead and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her into the air.
"Stop! Stop!" she cried, laughing uncontrollably as he began to tickle her, "I'm going to pee myself!"
"Say you're sorry!" he laughed as the raven-haired beauty struggled in vain to escape his clutches, although not very hard.
"Okay!" she cried through her laughter, "I'm sorry you're a pig headed jerk!"
"Little minx!" he cried and redoubled his efforts, which tripled Carol's laughter.
They dropped to the ground, hitting the dirt with a whoof followed quickly by more laughter. They stared into each other's eyes as they laughed, which caused them to slowly stop, becoming more serious, their laughter turning into slight chuckled.
Carol dropped her eyes slightly, suddenly shy, and Kyle lifted his hand to her chin, lifting it, tilting her face up as he leaned in and kissed her.
Their lips pressed lightly against each other, and Kyle's lips enveloped her upper lip, taking it in and suckling lightly on it, then breaking away and taking her lower lip, then pressing his lips against hers and lightly sliding the tip of his tongue between her lips.
She pressed closer to him and his hand ran down her side, running over her hips and cupping one of the firm, round asscheeks he'd been admiring a few minutes earlier.
His name was Kyle Raynor, an ace test pilot who was both a business and romantic partner of Carol Ferris, owner of Ferris Aircraft.
At first their partnership had been all business despite a mutual attraction which they'd played around like in a thousand TV sitcoms. Then they'd become close friends and finally lovers, enjoying a relationship which was exclusive despite the M word never being brought up.
Recently one of the older planes had been playing up, and today, when the chief mechanic had a day off, Kyle had decided to play at being a mechanic.
He was a lousy mechanic, but the fringe benefits were great, as he was currently finding out.
Carol broke the kiss and rolled away, getting to her feet, her clothes dusty from rolling about on the ground.
"Come on," she beckoned, nodding with her head, "My Office."
Kyle got up quickly, rubbing his hands together gleefully as he followed her in, again watching her beautiful ass move as she walked.
She closed the office door and pulled the blind down. Despite the airfield currently being empty of people except for themselves, anyone could come on at any time, and she didn't want to be caught in any potentially embarrassing situation.
"Get up on that desk," she ordered, pointing at her workdesk.
"Oooh, domineering, aren't we!" he laughed.
"You better get up on that desk if you want to continue enjoying yourself, flyboy!" she growled at him with a smile.
"Yes'm!" he replied, saluting, then hopped up on the desk, facing her with his legs apart, feet planted on a couple of seats in front of the desk.
Carol walked sexily towards Kyle, her hips moving, thighs sliding against each other. He became painfully aware of her breasts straining against the fabric of her checkered shirt, of her beautiful face and full red lips.
She pressed the palms of her hands against the desk, leaning forward so her face was inches from Kyle's. She leaned forward to kiss him, but stopped just short of his mouth, then pulled to the side, coming close to kissing his entire face but always just pulling away at the last second. He could feel her breath against his skin and was beginning to breathe a little heavier himself, as well as perspire lightly.
She leaned forward, stretching up high on the tips of her toes, wriggling her beautifully rounded ass slightly. Grabbing Kyle's hand, she slid it between her thighs, and despite the denim covering her crotch, he could swear he could feel her sex pulsating with heat.
"Oh shit," whispered Kyle, staring into her eyes, his mouth a little open, breathing in and out heavily, unable to take his eyes off of her.
Suddenly Carol stepped back, causing Kyle to gasp out slightly in dismay. But that soon changed when Carol unbuttoned her shirt and let it drop to the ground, standing in front of him wearing only jeans and a bra which lifted and separated her large breasts up even higher.
"Oh sweet merciful crap," he whispered as she reached between her tits and unsnapped the lacy bra, letting it fall away from her breasts, held to her body only by the shoulder straps.
But Kyle didn't care about that, because now he was staring in wonder at her perfectly shaped, large mammaries standing firmly on her chest, nipples pointing up, erect and looking oh so tasty.
She moved forward, standing in front of him, eye to eye with him due to his position on the desk. She took his hands and lifted them to her breasts, placing his nervous hands on her tits. She moaned as Kyle, fighting to suppress his excitement, lightly pulled & pinched at her nipples, his hands squeezing her large, firm breasts.
He gasped and his hands closed down tight on her beautiful tits momentarily when she slid her hand under his belt and gripped his already hard cock in her hand. She smiled at his reaction and ran her hand down over his meat, which was erect but unable to push out straight due to his jeans.
Her other hand left his, leaving him free to feel up her breasts as he pleased, and she unzipped his pants, pulling into view his hard cock, which was slightly longer than average at about 8 inches.
His shaft seemed to throb and swell in Carol's hand, and unable to resist any longer she lowered herself down to his lap.
Kyle, unaware of what was going on, leaned forward so that his hands could stay on her breasts, and again they tightened on her mammaries when he felt her tongue lightly flick over his cockhead.
Seconds later she was wrapping her tongue around & under the red helmet of his solider, lapping along his hard meat, planting wet kisses all over her lover's cockshaft. She kissed all the way down, and then surprised him by lightly licking his balls.
"Oh Carol!" he cried, "I...."
"Shhh," she whispered at him, looking up from his lap, then rubbed her face against his cock, letting it rub all over her face, across her lips and cheeks, her nose and forehead. He groaned as he felt her hot skin and smooth, clean hair all over his cock and balls.
Kyle's eyes widened as he felt the tip of her tongue press into his piss hole, then she was pulling away and licked his cockhead again with quick, broad strokes of her tongue.
"Oh man!" cried Kyle, his hands coming off of her breasts and sliding between her long, black hair, grabbing the sides of her head and hunching his cock forward.
She'd been expecting this and was ready, opening her mouth and allowing him to push forward past her lips. He stared at her in astonished, happy surprise as inch after inch of his cock buried itself into her mouth, until she had all eight inches of his penis inside her mouth, her throat spasming around his cockhead as she fought her body's natural gag reflex.
Seemingly aroused by the presence of Kyle's cock in her mouth, Carol began to pull back and then slam forward, fucking his cock with her mouth, using her lips like an oral pussy.
Kyle groaned, leaning back across the desk, his hands sliding out of her hair as he hunched his hips up slightly, jabbing his cock slightly up and down inside her sweet, sucking mouth. He stared into Carol's eyes, seeing the red hot lust in them, all coherent thought lost in sexual desire, her throat making unintelligible but happy sounding noises around the prick inside of her mouth.
She breathed easily through her nose, her respiration seemingly unaffected by the large male organ inside her mouth. She breathed out every time she lifted her mouth back off his cock, then sucked air back in at the same time she plunged her mouth back down onto his crotch until his pubic hair was pressing against her nose.
Her saliva was all over his cock, wetting his pubic hair as it ran down his hard shaft, her mouth getting fucked by her boyfriend's cock, jacking him off with her lips.
With a groan, Kyle sat up and slid his hands beneath her hair again, then he dropped his feet to the ground and stood up, gripping the back of her head and forcing his cock deeper than ever inside of her mouth.
He plunged his cockmeat deep into Carol's mouth, obscenely hunching his hips, fucking her mouth like it was a cunt, pulling his cockhead out of her mouth almost to the point of total withdrawal, then ramming it back down into her, throat fucking her.
"Oh shit, Carol!" cried Kyle, "I think I'm gonna blow my fucking load!!!!"
He slammed his cock deep into her mouth, pressing his meat deeper and deeper into her throat, loving the feel of her hot mouth around his entire cock as she fondled his balls with her fingers, tickling him towards the inevitable orgasm.
Carol's lust-driven eyes jerked open and stared up at Kyle joyfully as she felt his cock twitch inside of her mouth.
"AAHH!!!" he cried out in satisfaction as he ground his lap against her face, his cock crammed fully into her mouth, his balls drawing tight in her hand, her nose buried into his pubic hair.
And then he was cumming, shooting thick streams of stringy sperm into her mouth, slamming against the back of her throat, deep down into her stomach.
He groaned happily, his head leaning back, hands buried in her hair, cock pressing into her mouth, her breasts squashed against his legs.
"AH!" he cried, and pulled his now incredibly sensitive cock from her mouth, falling back onto the desk, a sated, dreamy smile on his face.
Carol wiped her mouth and smiled, staring at her happy lover in satisfaction, and then she began to unbuckle her jeans.
"Now it's my turn."
JLA Watchtower, June 6th, 6:30 AM
Catwoman scampered through The Hall Of Justice, still naked but not so confident now.
After leaving Plastic Man in The Medical Lab, she'd wondered about, enjoying the fact that she was walking around on the Moon, naked!
About an hour earlier Batman and Huntress had come up through the teleporters and she'd rushed away again. Although her main desire now was to finally seduce The Bat, she knew that wasn't likely to happen when he was with another JLA'er. She gone back to The Medical Lab, woken up Plastic Man and kicked him out of her bed, the man being so confused over the turn of events, as well as a little embarrassed to have fallen asleep on the job, that'd he'd just left the Lab and stood guard like he hadn't moved since Batman left Catwoman there.
But Batman and Huntress had merely gone to The Monitor Womb, talked with The Flash for awhile, then made a cursory check on Plastic Man to make sure Catwoman was still asleep. When he confirmed this, without any preamble or immature pranks, the three had left.
Plastic Man had gone in to check on Catwoman again and found her asleep, so he'd gone past the Armory, through The Hall Of Justice, past the Teleporters and Reception Area, up through the Dining Area, Kitchen and Lounge to the Living Quarters where he showered and decided to take a quick nap before going back on guard duty.
Of course, by the time he was in Reception, Catwoman had ceased feigning sleep and was prowling about The WatchTower, naked again and loving it.
Until Superman had returned with Batman, Huntress and The Flash.
She cursed as she rushed into The Medical Lab again, she would happily seduce any one of them--including Huntress--if she could just get them alone. But they were always hanging out together, it was just so fucking annoying!
"The sphere Catwoman stole was being designed for the military," Batman explained as they entered The Hall Of Justice, "Being designed by MaxiDrive Enterprises, which is a hidden subsidiary of LexCorp."
"Luthor," muttered Superman.
"He's not behind this one," replied Batman, "Although I wish he was, it's always easier going against the devil you know then the devil you don't."
"Almost literal in this case," muttered Huntress.
"The sphere is designed to accept chips being designed by another company--Widget Werks--which is just a front for a wing of U.S Military Research, "Batman continued, "The sphere then projects a signal in all directions, passing through dirt, rock, concrete, reinforced titanium, human flesh and bone, anything."
"What kind of signal?" asked The Flash.
"A signal that effects the chemical make-up of the human brain, affecting different portions of the brain's hemispheres. It can be used to make people mad, happy, manically depressed, sexually aroused or just forget their entire existence."
"For what purpose?" asked Superman, confused, "Why would our military design a device like this?"
"For use in the field," replied Batman, "Wars are generally fought facelessly, flying in bomb attacks from countries away. Imagine if planes could fly in hundreds of these spheres, dropping them into enemy territory and sending enemy soldiers temporarily mad, happy, angry or send them on the equivalent of a thirty day drug trip... which is how long the sphere's signal lasts. Then our troops come in, with some kind of device which blocks the signal, of course, and capture them, winning a war without blood being spilled."
"But who knows if the effects are longer lasting in the human brain?" snapped The Flash angrily, "And what about the innocent bystanders? They'll be just as affected as the soldiers, who could be on this equivalent of a drug trip you were talking about and happily blow each other's brains out... or one of their bomb controllers could set off missiles," he paused, his face becoming shocked. "Man, what if they had nuclear weapons?"
"Calm yourself," Batman replied, "I didn't say I agreed with it, I'm just reporting the facts."
"What's the range of these spheres?" asked Huntress, remembering a recent encounter with another woman claiming to be The Huntress, during which she had suddenly been overcome with strong sexual feelings towards the other woman.
"Just one can affect anybody up to a ten square mile radius, both up, down, left, right, diagonally and horizontally, although the range can be set lower than that if required and directions left out."
"Shit," muttered The Flash, "What if a plane was going overhead?"
They entered The Medical Lab, putting Maxima into the bed adjacent to Catwoman, setting restraints in that would hold even the powerful former JLA'er. Batman took a moment to check Catwoman, who was asleep (for real this time, she'd had a long night), and then the four of them were heading up the lift into the Research Lab, where Steel was waiting.
Limbo, Outside Of Time and Space
"This is where dead people go," said Zauriel, staring out of one of the large windows set all around The Aerie, designed to let the sun flow in all day long. Now, in Limbo, all it did was show the white nothingness of their surroundings.
"Where are they?" asked Supergirl, who was still naked but no longer concerned over her nudity. Zauriel seemed totally unconcerned about her nakedness, which didn't really go along with some of the stories that Wonder Woman had told her.
"Limbo's a big place," Zauriel replied, "And it's really different for everyone who comes here, although it still looks like this... uh," he frowned and waved his hand, "It's very metaphysical, I don't know how to explain it to you without causing your frontal lobes to bleed."
He sighed and sat down, bringing his knees up to his chest, "When I say dead people, I mean people who haven't passed on to heaven or hell or whatever their concept of the afterlife is... and one freaky guy called Prometheus who's got a Salvador Dali-ish house sitting in the rich district on Nothing Street, in the Suburb of Nowheresville."
Supergirl looked at him, confused.
"Was that a joke?" she asked.
"Kind of," he replied, "I really haven't got used to mortal humor yet, people get offended by stuff sometimes and love it other times, it's all so wei... hey, you're naked!"
She was somewhat taken aback by this sudden change in subject, and was once again made painfully aware of her nudity. She shifted her thigh to cover the small triangle of pubic hair between her legs and lifted her arm to cover her large, firm breasts.
"Oh relax!" laughed Zauriel, "I've more important things to worry about than ogling some beautiful, naked superheroine... besides, it wouldn't be a very Angelic thing to do, would it?"
"But you're... well... you know?"
"Fallen?" he asked, a smile on his face, "Actually my status was updated to Heaven's Champion On Earth, although having this high tech flesh suit has given me some interesting problems... I'll tell you, I wanted to eat and drink forever until it all caught up with me and I had to find out the hard way about restrooms."
Supergirl let out a shocked peal of laughter, completely taken aback by an Angel talking about bowel motions. Then she took on a serious slant, sitting down a few yards from Zauriel and leaning forward towards him.
"Who.. what, was that thing that sent us here?" she asked him.
"Whoa," muttered Zauriel, shaking his head, "That was heavy, I never thought I'd see that monster again in my life."
"You know him?"
"I know of him," replied The Angel, "He's... unique, to say the least. He's the first and only son of a Fallen Angel, the only thing to ever be born in Hell, not spawned like other demons and goblins."
"He's the Son of Satan?" asked Supergirl, her eyes widening.
"No, one of Satan's Lieutenants, a female Angel who fell with him, one of the Host who joined with Lucifer to try and overthrow The Presence. No one knows how she became pregnant, some say to a demonspawn, others say to a human male... still others say he IS Satan's son. Only The Presence knows for sure, and not many people care to grill The Presence about things like that."
"Why haven't I heard of something like this before?" Supergirl asked, "I read up most of the religious stories I could after I got my wings, I've never heard of anything like this."
"Neron... that's just one of The Prince Of Darkness' many guises," explained Zauriel, "Obliterated his loyal servant, the Angel who bore the child, and took it under his wing, training him to be his most loyal and deadly servant. They were Mentor and Protege, never apart for even a moment, a dark bastardization of father and son that threatened to raise a shadow over the entire world."
"So what happened?" asked Supergirl, leaning on her elbows, completely oblivious to her nudity now.
"As always with people who walk the dark path, they had a falling out over just who would lead and who would follow. Unbeknown to Neron, his protege, Dominic, spread dissension among his ranks and raised an army against his mentor, who survived an attempt to overthrow him through pure luck. He was defeated, completely and utterly without hope of victory, and the army turned on their master, his lieutenants thinking to remove Dominic as well and take rulership themselves. In the confusion Neron was able to seize power once again and locked his protege away forever, killed the lieutenants who had joined the revolution and threatened the worst tortures imaginable to anyone who ever mentioned him again, even indirectly."
"But he got out?" asked Supergirl, leaning closer than ever, somehow unconsciously drawn to him, perhaps sensing some kind of kinship between them.
"Apparently, yes," nodded Zauriel, who was also pulling closer and closer, again unconsciously, "I had a strange feeling for several days that something bad was going to happen in Los Angeles, and went so far as to ignore a JLA emergency call in case I missed this calamity. Then I felt his presence, muted as it was it was enough for me to recognize immediately, even though I had only ever heard of him. I rushed back and found him prepared to do know who knows what to you, probably out of some desire to de-consecrate my Aerie and corrupt you, as an Earthborn Angel you'd be a great prize to him."
"Great prize," she whispered, her face inches from his.
"Yes," he replied, and one gloved finger smoothly stroked her cheek, "You're so beautiful, innocent, the closest thing I've seen to another Angel since coming to Earth."
"I..." she started, and he pressed a finger to her lips, quieting her.
"Shhh," he said and they kissed.
Somewhere, June 6th, 7:00 AM
Dinah Laurel Lawrence--Black Canary--shook her head slightly, her eyes opening and taking in the scene.
She was in a large room, some kind of giant ballroom or court, with a huge, domed ceiling and high, expensive looking chandeliers. Set at regular spaces across the wall were large, curved windows which let in long rays of sunlight. There was a large throne set at one end of the room, beside which were giant statues reaching up to the high ceiling, standing on large pedestals almost as large as the throne itself. The floor was a deep, white marble which felt smooth on her bare feet, cool and somehow comforting.
It's the Throne Room from The Phantom Menace! she thought in astonished delight, remembering the movie she'd seen with Dominic on their date. At the thought of Dominic, her entire body tingled with a buzz of pleasure, and a goofy smile crossed her face. She felt goosebumps rise up on her skin and her nipples grow erect, and looking down over herself she realized that she was naked... and yet somehow that didn't matter.
"Don't you love it," said a voice--Dominic's--and she looked up from her body to see that her lover was now sitting on the throne, a happy smile on his face.
At the sight of him, a flush of joy ran through Dinah's body and she shivered, wriggling her shoulders, which made her breasts bounce a little.
"Dominic?" she asked, "What's going on?"
"I felt a royal setting would suit this little encounter best," he replied with a chuckle, "After all, we have one Princess, one would-be Prince and one woman so beautiful she must have noble blood in her veins."
Realizing that the latter woman he referred to was her, she again felt an irrational surge of goodwill and love towards him, as well as a steadily increasing arousal. She assumed he was the 'would-be Prince,' even if she didn't understand the reference, but...
"...who is The Princess?" she asked.
"I thought you'd never ask, darling," laughed Dominic, and waved his hand slightly. Suddenly, as if she had always been there, Wonder Woman was kneeling in front of him on the steps leading up to the throne, naked as Black Canary, facing the other heroine. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly and her face had a deep-set look of sexual need and desire upon it. Her eyes focused in on Canary's naked body with a hunger that was almost predatory.
"Wo... Wonder Woman?" asked Black Canary, unsure of what was happening, why was The Amazon here? Why was she naked?
"The three of us are going to have a little fun," Dominic said, as if reading her mind. He stood up and walked down the steps, Wonder Woman's eyes following him with a deep need, and then stroked one hand through the beautiful Amazon's raven locks of hair, "Do you like that idea, Diana?"
Wonder Woman nodded, a greedy smile on her face.
"And you, my love?" Dominic asked Dinah.
"Dominic.... I'm not sure," replied Black Canary, "I've never done anything like that before, I don't think I want to."
"But you do, don't you?" Dominic asked, looking over at her with his deep, dark eyes. She seemed to be swallowed up within his gaze, drowning in his eyes, and it seemed like his will was merging, then swallowing her own.
"Yes... I think so," she replied.
And suddenly, she did. A great, desperate desire for Wonder Woman came over her, and the thought of a threesome with The Amazon Avenger and her dark lover drove her wild. Her knees buckled and somehow Dominic was there to catch her, letting her fall into his arms and then swinging her around with an easy grace. She laughed in delight, her eyes still on his, and then he was pulling her close, and they kissed.
And their eyes never parted.
Gotham City, June 6th, 7:05 AM
Zatanna frowned.
"Is there a reason why you're here so early in the morning?" she asked her visitors.
"It's been a long night for all of us," Batman replied, "Can we come in?"
"Sure, sure," she muttered. She turned about and headed down the corridor of the apartment she was currently renting during her stay in Gotham. She was doing a series of shows as part of a charity show running through Gotham City, Post-Cataclysm (as the earthquake had been dubbed), and considering how cheap the rent was considering structural damage to much of the outlying area she lived in, she had it good.
Of course, she'd fixed the structural damage to the building she lived in with a simple spell.
Flash couldn't help but notice that underneath the long shirt she wore she wore only a tight pair of cotton panties currently riding up her crack and showing an ample example of her smooth, toned ass-flesh.
"Did we wake you?" he asked her, trying to keep the grin off of his face.
"Actually, I was just getting ready to go to bed," she said, smiling over her shoulder at them, "It's been a long night for me as well."
Flash flashed a smile at the others, but none returned it, they were all being serious. He sighed and they followed Zatanna down the corridor.
Somewhere, June 6th, 7:07 AM
Dinah watched as Dominic straddled Diana's face, presenting his cock to The Amazon's mouth. Wonder Woman eagerly opened up and groaned in contentment as he fed the first couple of inches into her oral orifice.
The normally noble, powerful Princess lay on her back, legs spread wide, her large breasts drifting to the sides, coming within a hairsbreadth of touching Dominic's legs. Her pubic hair was shaven completely away, leaving her pussy bald and glistening with a mixture of sweat and arousal. Just the sight of it was driving The Black Canary mad with desire, she longed to bury her face in it, to slide her tongue between the lips and suckle out all the sweet tasting juices she knew were inside.
The fact that she'd never had any overt sexual feelings before Dominic told her to never even entered her head.
"Don't hold back," groaned Dominic as he pushed inch after inch of his cock into Wonder Woman's mouth, "Go for it, Dinah, you know you want to."
As if his words had released her body, she bolted across the marble floor, dropping almost to all fours as she moved. The glorious, high vaulted ceiling, massive, ornate statues and the view through the large windows were forgotten entirely, all her attention was centered directly on the cunt between Diana's legs.
She skidded across the floor on her knees, judging accurately enough to stop exactly at the right point. The moment she stopped moving, she dropped her upper body down, her face plunging between Wonder Woman's legs and making contact at last with the steaming, glistening cunt that had so enthralled her.
Wonder Woman's entire body seemed to jump as soon as Dinah's lips touched her cunt, even as her own lips were parting eagerly around Dominic's cock and sucking his meat deep down into her throat. She half closed her eyes and moaned happily as she felt Canary's tongue slip out, part her cuntlips, and press deep up inside of her.
"That's right, you like that, don't you, bitch?" chuckled Dominic, and despite the derogatory, possessive word he used, The Amazon felt a thrill of pleasure. She was desperate to please this man who had somehow filled the missing gap in her life. She was, of course, unaware that he had subtly reprogrammed her mind via a mixture of technology and dark magic.
Dinah nuzzled her face excitedly into Wonder Woman's cunt, pressing her nose against The Amazon's clit, rubbing up and down against it as her tongue lapped in and out between the other woman's cuntlips. She reached back between her large, heaving breasts, over her flat waist and slid her fingers over her own cunt. The small rectangle of pubic hair above her cuntlips felt good on her fingers, and Dinah smiled into Diana's cunt as she parted two fingers around her clit, then pressed them together, squeezing her lovebutton between her digits as she ate out an Amazon.
Dominic had been fucking his cock in and out of Wonder Woman's mouth, now he gripped the sides of her beautiful face and gently extricated his member from her mouth. She looked up at him plaintively, wanting to please him, to make him feel good, and worried that he was rejecting her.
But he smiled at her, making her feel wanted, desired, sexual and she watched him with desire as he turned and walked past her body, then that of Black Canary's and finally dropped to his knees behind her upraised ass.
Dinah was suckling and chewing at Wonder Woman's clitoris, pressing her chin firmly against the juicy cuntlips and riding it up and down between them when she felt the hand grip her ass, and then the finger push against her asshole.
"Wha?" she mumbled into Diana's cuntmound, making The Amazon squeal out in pleasure.
"Relax," chuckled Dominic, rubbing the tip of his finger firmly against her butthole, "You'll enjoy this... hell, you do enjoy this, understand?"
And even though she'd only had anal sex twice before, both times with Oliver Queen, and hadn't really enjoyed it that much, she was suddenly filled with happy recollections of how great anal sex was, and how much she was looking forward to it.
And Dominic, of course, was only too eager to oblige.
Gotham City, June 6th, 7:15 AM
"This is the location we want to go to," Flash said, showing a small computerpad to Zatanna.
"And we need to be invisible, both to human eyes and mechanical," Batman interjected.
"The way you've painted our adversary," Huntress murmured under her breath to The Dark Knight, "Is a spell from Zatanna going to make any difference?"
"Perhaps," replied Batman, equally quiet, "Our chances of being spotted will certainly be better without her spell, and our adversary has a history of delegating responsibility to others. I doubt he'll be monitoring his own security systems, and I only want to deal with him, not his underlings."
Their visit to see Steel had produced an unexpected advantage, the mechanical genius having decoded some part of the subliminal messages being sent to Catwoman or whoever else had tactile contact with the Amulet. He'd found an image of a man who was to be obeyed at all costs, a man who, if disobeyed or displeased, would bring about great pain.
"Now we have a face to go with the name," Batman had muttered, while Huntress had wondered at how... nice the man looked, not at all like one expected the evil mastermind behind a global conspiracy of epic proportions to look like.
"...fill me in when it's done," Zatanna was saying.
"Of course," Batman replied, and Huntress realized he'd been able to follow her conversation with Superman and Flash even as he spoke with her. He'd stepped easily into the boots of Field Leader since Superman's thinking had become--of his own admission--somewhat muddled, and she had to admire how good he was at it, even if he didn't particularly enjoy doing it.
"Form a circle with me," Zatanna said, stretching out her hands. Huntress noted with some amusement that Flash was at Zatanna's side in an instant and reaching out towards herself. She wondered if it was due to a desire to hold hands with two women or a desire not to hold hands with two men.
She took Batman's hand and he took Superman's, who completed the circle by taking Zatanna's.
"This isn't really necessary," the magician explained to them, "But you'll be surprised how much it helps concentration."
She closed her eyes, then spoke the words, which were more a form of expression for their benefit than of any practical use.
"Draug eseht rouf morf yna seye, namuh, lacinahcem ro esiwretho, dna ekat meht won ot eht ecalp detacidni, eybdoog!"
"Hey," Zatanna laughed, "That rhymed!"
But she spoke to an empty room, the four JLA'ers were gone.
Somewhere, June 6th, 7:21 AM
Despite her newfound lust for anal sex, Black Canary's eyes bulged madly as her asshole at first resisted, then relented, allowing Dominic to bury inch after inch of his cock into her butt.
There was no denying that it hurt, she'd been far too long between assfuckings, and the muscles of her rectum clenched tightly. But there was also no denying that it felt good too, that the delicious feeling of having her ass filled with a hard, throbbing cock was driving her wild.
She rolled her eyes in a fever-pitch of delirious lust, the fingers of one hand crammed into her own pussy, fingers of the other pressing up Wonder Woman's cunt as she mischievously licked and probed with her tongue at The Amazon's own asshole.
She rammed her tongue even deeper into Diana, grinding her nose between Diana's asscheeks. With her free hand she reached up between her own legs and started jerking off her pussy.
"Ahhhhhh," growled Dominic happily, "I do so love a tight, hot ass!"
He sliced his cock in and out of Black Canary's asshole with longer and longer strokes, "I just love to fuck hot, superheroine's butts!"
Diana lifted her head up, staring down past the blonde-haired head between her thighs, up over her curved back and smooth curves of her buttcheeks, where Dominic's gleaming, slamming cock was pushing in and out faster and faster. He looked to be having a damn good time, and from the happy, moaning noises coming from the face buried into her lap, it seemed Dinah was enjoying herself as well.
Canary was getting more and more excited with each stroke of her lover's cock up into her butthole. Any pain was gone totally from her body, replaced by total, ecstatic pleasure. Her body writhed and jerked as pulses of intense, happy sensation seemed to rock through her with each stroke of his cock up into her ass. Her hand jerked eagerly between her legs, her cunt-juices dripping from her as she finger-fucked herself. Her tongue was wriggling and darting in and out of Wonder Woman's asshole, her middle finger of her free hand slamming up and down in the Amazon's tight asshole as her tongue jabbed at the beautiful, raven-haired woman's cunt.
Wonder Woman moaned and groaned happily, wiggling her ass down onto Dinah's finger, feeling the other woman's mouth closed about her clitoris, sucking and nibbling away with greedy lust.
Canary groaned in ecstasy, jerking her ass back at Dominic's waist, slapping her beautiful curved asscheeks back against his belly.
"Yeah," groaned Dominic happily, "That's right, bitch, like that don't you? Don't you!?!"
Dinah nodded agreement into Diana's cunt, then continued tongue fucking The Amazon while she pushed and probed her finger in and out of the other woman's tight, gripping asshole.
The Canary's body shuddered violently, groaning happily as her ass was fucked again and again, Dominic's cock thrusting in and out of her butt. Dominic let out an animalistic growl as he rammed his cock in and out of her tight, sucking asshole, his eyes greedily crawling over Dinah's back to her head, bobbing up and down in Diana's lap, then running his eyes up over her large, heaving breasts to her beautiful, lust contorted face.
"Yeah," he growled, just loud enough for both women to hear him, "Feels good, doesn't it, bitch?"
He slapped one of The Black Canary's firm, toned asscheek to emphasize his point. He plunged forward hard, cramming all of his cock deep inside of her butthole, making her shriek with ecstasy into Wonder Woman's cunt.
Every time her formerly tender, caring lover called her a bitch she felt a thrill of passion run through her entire body and a sense of well-bring flood her mind. She was beginning to anticipate his curses and derogatory comments, looking forward to them.
Dominic's cock was throbbing inside of Dinah, it had disappeared fully inside of her asshole and his toned, muscular belly was rubbing deliciously up against her butt.
Any second thoughts had long fled from her mind, all her misgivings were gone and the initial pain of penetration was just a pleasant memory. Now she truly did love being assfucked, and to show her desire she straightened up, pressing herself back against her lover's chest, moaning as his cock throbbed inside of her white-hot tube of assflesh, buried as it was up her asshole, filling her to the brim.
Black Canary--one of the Founding Members of the Justice League of America--whimpered into Wonder Woman's cunt, masturbating the other woman's and her own cunt frantically, squirming her tight little ass against Dominic, who was just holding his cock motionless inside of her asshole, enjoying the feel of her fucking back against him. Her asshole had sufficiently relaxed so that, while still incredibly tight around his member, wasn't going to cause her any undue pain when he fucked her.
He had worked too hard to get her mental state to the point where she would willingly succumb to any demand he made of her, and enjoy it so much that she couldn't wait to do it again, and again and again and again.
With a grin, he gripped onto her hips and began to slide his cock in and out, in and out of her once more.
Dinah was breathless, struggling for air from the physical exertion she was putting her body through as well as the fact that her face was plastered firmly into another woman's cunt. Not just any other woman, but Wonder Woman. If her body hadn't been trained to over and above Olympic athlete levels she would probably have passed out by now.
"YES!" Dominic growled, slicing his cock in and out of Black Canary's butthole with smooth, quickening strokes, "What an ass! So firm and tight and hot and slick! Oh Man, what an ass!"
Her stomach was rising and falling rapidly, as her large breasts would have been had they not been squashed up against Wonder Woman's thighs, she felt a wave of dizziness wash over her body and for a moment she had to lift her face out of Wonder Woman's cunt, her mouth wide open, sucking in huge lungfuls of air, her face sticky from sweat and Wonder Woman's cuntjuices.
She took the opportunity to cry out in excitement, "Fuck meeeee!" she whined, out of her mind with lust, every molecule of her sexy, firm body tensing with the agonizing but lusty need to release, to let her passion explode.
She thrust her face back into Wonder Woman's cunt and eagerly chewed and sucked at the erect lovebutton, running her tongue relentlessly between the beautiful woman's cuntlips, driving her wild with desire.
"YES!" squealed Wonder Woman, herself close to orgasm. She reached down and grasped the sides of Black Canary's head, holding the other heroine down between her legs as she thrust and ground her cunt up into her beautiful face, "Do it! Eat me out, you little whore, EAT ME!!!!"
"You heard her, bitch!" roared Dominic, his cock plunging again and again into Dinah's hot, tight asshole. Then he threw his head back, forgetting her mental training for a second as he let out a happy groan of pleasure, "Oh shit, I'm so close!"
He grabbed her hips firmly and pulled forward, his cock slamming right to the hilt into her butt and shot his load. He threw his head back and roared as his hot spunk splashed deep into her bowels, "Ahhhhh, YES!!!!"
Through blurred vision, Dinah had only the fuzziest look at Diana's bald, juicy cunt as she ate and sucked at The Amazonian's cunt. The feel of her asshole squeezing down on her lover's spurting, shooting cock was sending a buzz of electric sensation right up her ass-channel and deep into her loins and then out to every extremity of her body.
It was as if the vibrations had really passed through her, because seconds later Wonder Woman's cunt was slammed up into her face and The Amazon's snatch was exploding juices all over her, into her mouth, over her cheeks and nose, into her nostrils and eyes.
Dinah screamed out in ecstasy herself, her cry of passion muffled by Amazonian pussy, and her body jerked and spasmed about, slamming her ass back against Dominic's belly as her mouth ran up and down over Wonder Woman's face.
"Ahhhh yes!" groaned Dominic, humping more slowly now against Dinah's ass, the last streams of cum flowing from his cock and into her ass. Her asshole was now clenched tighter than before around his cock, and as she came it seemed to suck back on his cock every time he tried to pull back before thrusting back in. His eyes were rolled back in his head, showing only the whites, and his hands--which had slid down off Dinah's hips and to his sides--were clenching and unclenching slowly.
When all three of their orgasms had finally subsided, Dominic slowly pulled his cock from Canary's asshole with a groan, collapsing onto his side behind her.
Dinah pulled her face from Wonder Woman's lap slowly, her neck and face muscles sore from over-exertion. She rolled onto her side, panting heavily, legs akimbo, arms at her sides. She was in danger of falling asleep, but her eyes jumped open when she felt a tongue press against her asshole. Looking up she was startled to see Wonder Woman curled up in a ball beneath her, her face pressed between Dinah's asscheeks as she spread The Canary's asscheeks and proceeded to lick out her asshole.
The blonde heroine sighed, loving the feel of Diana's tongue in her now stretched pucker, licking and sucking until she'd cleaned all of Dominic's cum out of Dinah's twitching asshole.
Dominic stood over them, enjoying the sight, and then his eyes grew wide and his head shot to the side. He growled lightly beneath his breath and sniffed the air slightly, then a small smile twitched at the corners of his lips.
"At last," he said, "The JLA are here."
Gotham Water Processing Station, June 6th, 7:43 AM
Superman, Batman, Huntress and The Flash found themselves standing in a large but cluttered room, standing directly in front of two men wearing white lab coats.
Flash opened his mouth to say something and Batman placed his hand over the hero's mouth. He shook his head and belatedly The Flash remembered they were invisible for all intents and purposes, but could still be heard.
"So I said to her, Mavis, I..." started one of the two men, and then he and his companion were crumpling to the ground.
Superman shook his head, putting one hand up to his forehead.
"Something the matter?" Batman asked, putting the small gas canister he'd sprayed into the two scientist's faces away.
"I didn't see you take that out," The Man of Steel muttered quietly, "And my headache is back, I don't feel well."
Batman frowned, "You can't let anyone else see you like this, just keep back, look enigmatic and powerful and we'll take care of the rest."
No one brought up the fact they were invisible, they all realized that the nemesis that Batman had described would most likely not be fooled by any simple spell.
"Check it out," Flash said, ignoring Superman's admission of weakness. He pointed up at several monitors along the room, set just above consoles filled with various buttons, gauges and levers that were marked with obscure labels.
"Water?" asked Huntress, seeing various monitors showing rushing water, water below metal frameworks, still water.
The room they were in was filled with several workstations and had a smooth, linoleum floor. One wall was a strong looking glass screen that reminded Huntress uneasily of Arkham Asylum, and it led out to another metal framework. Muted but audible was the sound of rushing water.
"Gotham Water Processing Station," muttered Batman, "This is not a good sign."
"This is the place we built?" asked Flash incredulously, staring around the room.
After The Cataclysm, the US Senate had decided to write Gotham City off once and for all. They declared it a 'No Man's Land' and gave the citizens 24 hours to make the decision, stay or leave. They offered no homes or jobs to those leaving, no aid to assist them, they either stayed or they left. The National Guard would then proceed to seal all exits to Gotham, mine the waters and put up blockades and guards on the roads. The final act would be the shutdown of utilities to the city, no more water or power, the people left behind had to fend for themselves without even the smallest modicum of help from the US. But Bruce Wayne successfully argued the case for Gotham City to the Senate and convinced them to vote down the controversial 'No Man's Land' Bill. The final factors that had swayed The Senate were Wayne's pledge to offset the majority of the costs of rebuilding himself and his assurances that the JLA would make themselves available.
The first act had been sweeping in and putting an end to crime, even if only temporarily. With their combined powers and broad, sweeping jurisdiction from the US Government they'd been able to take out almost every major supervillain (accounting for Arkham Asylum's current swell in population) and break the power of the gangs that had quickly sprung up. Then they'd worked on fixing up potential health risks, the major one being water, which was currently polluted and unreliable. They had demolished the old Aqueduct and Reservoir and replaced it with a new, state of the art Processing system, plans presented to scale and in 3d by Green Lantern's ring and built by Superman, Martian Manhunter and Flash's incredible speed.
Now, three months after the Cataclysm, most of the minor damage to the city was repaired, and all that remained was the demolishment of those sections of the city far too badly damaged to be repaired. Bruce Wayne had been planning on demolishing the first sections in just under a week, now he was worried that Gotham might not last that long.
"Is it possible Zatanna made a mistake?" Huntress asked, "Maybe our readings were wrong?"
"No," replied Batman, looking at a small counter that he held in his hand, "This is where Cheetah was teleported to, and I'm picking up the signs I mentioned to her earlier. I probably didn't pick them up earlier because of the lead-lining running through this place to protect from radiation leaks."
"Which effectively shield it from my sight," mused Superman, "We didn't even think of that when we built it."
"I did," replied Batman, "But the need outweighed any problems I thought might arise later, or so I thought."
"So this Dominic guy is hanging out here?" asked Huntress, "Doesn't seem like the kind of place you'd expect a would-be Master Of The World to be hanging out, does it?" she absently moved to finger the crucifix on the neck of her costume and was surprised to note that it was no longer there. She looked about her feet, wondering if it had dropped off, but there was no sign of it.
"Readings get stronger towards that section of wall," was Batman's only reply, as he pointed one black gloved hand at the wall.
Even as Huntress looked, a rat raced from behind one console to the other.
"Ugh!" cried The Flash, "Hygienic, I don't think!"
"Just another sign," murmured Huntress, and approached the wall, pressing one gloved hand against it, "It feels firm."
"Flash, put that man's hand against the wall," Batman ordered Wally, pointing at one of the unconscious scientists.
Wally didn't question being ordered about, and did as he'd been told. Instantly a whirring click sounded from somewhere behind the wall and an outline appeared in the wall in the shape of a door. Even as they watched, the wall subsided and they were standing in front of a door.
"That wasn't there when we built this place," Superman said, "How could a place like that be built in only 3 months?"
"We built The Watchtower in a day," replied Batman, "And this place only took a few hours to build, even less to get working."
Without hesitation, the four JLA'ers stepped into the dark doorway and headed down the corridor they found themselves in.
The corridor seemed hewn from rock, the sides and roof were rough and looked unfinished, but the floor was smooth and seemed to glow with its own inner light. It went for fifty feet or so, and then lead out into a new chamber, which was unlike any of them had imagined.
It was a large room, again seemingly roughly dug out of the hard bedrock they'd positioned the Processing Station against. It was far out on the outskirts of the city and practically disaster proof, so that in the event of another Earthquake water would still be available, depending upon the state of the connecting pipes. Again the floor was a smooth substance that seemed to be almost like marble and yet also like smooth linoleum. It was translucent and shone with a strange inner light that Huntress found disconcerting, her gaze was constantly drawn to it.
Set against one wall of the room were 16 large, black tubes that were almost opaque, giving only the barest glimpse of something inside of them, some kind of liquid. Two of the tubes seemed to have occupants, although it was difficult to be sure.
All around the other walls were various consoles and machines, most of them seemed to be running on their own, to what purpose none of them were sure. Set in one corner across from the booths, and maybe attached to one of the various wires running across the floor, were too strange, laid-back chairs with small wires hanging off of the arm rests with visors and sensor pads sitting in the seat.
In the middle of the room, by one of the consoles, a man sat on a comfortable looking office-chair with wheels on the base. He was in the process of propelling himself from console to console with his feet, checking readings, making small notes on a rough pad of paper that he was constantly taking out of the pocket of his white lab-coat as he mumbled under his breath.
"...breathing's speeding up again, perhaps in relation to increased brain activity…? Heh, maybe a shift in the flow of blood, haha... Coding is still active in device 5A, despite several attempts by manipulator to shut it down... Hmmm, subject JJ is still exhibiting signs of resistance to conditioning, increase power of frequency, alien physiology is probably responsible..."
Batman moved silently across the room and gassed the man, putting him out within seconds. He slumped back in the chair, legs and arms lying out to either side, a lazy smile on his unshaven face.
"How much of that gas do you carry around with you, Bats?" The Flash asked with a grin.
Batman ignored the comment, flipping through the notes on the pad the young scientist had been writing on. Then he turned abruptly, his cape swinging about behind him, and strode to the tubes on the side of the wall.
He slid one hand up onto the glass, running a finger down it and frowning.
"Flash, I need you to access the programs being run through these tubes, immediately."
Wally nodded, despite his unfamiliarity with the computer system and security pass-systems, it would take him less than a second to break through the programming code. Sometimes it helped to be the world's fastest man.
He sat down by one console and his hands danced so quickly over the keyboard that only Superman would have been able to follow what he was doing, except The Man Of Tomorrow was too busy clutching his head, which throbbed painfully.
"Okay, I'm in," Flash said a second after sitting down, "There are two programs currently running, one for subject KR, one for subject JJ."
"Kyle Raynor and J'onn J’onnz?" asked Huntress.
"I believe so," replied Batman, "The glass is so dark I can barely make out features or skin color. Flash, can we get them out of there?"
A blur of red fingers.
"I wouldn't advise it," Wally replied, "These programs are linking directly with their minds, shutting them down might send them into a state of shock. I think they have to break the link themselves or move forward to the conclusion of the program."
"Which is?" asked Superman, gritting his teeth as a wave of pain washed over him.
"It's brainwashing," replied The Flash, "It's teaching them that it's good to obey and honor Dominic, painful and bad to go against him."
"We don't want the program to finish then, do we," Batman muttered.
"Um, J'Onn seems to have resisted all attempts to brainwash him," Wally said, "But Kyle is fairly well gone, the program is accessing his mind much more easily...and there's a weird energy output here you should look at."
Batman moved silently to the computer monitor and looked at the energy reading Flash indicated. He frowned and clicked on an associated file, which showed the energy's output over the past few days.
"Bring up a record for me," he asked Flash, "I want to see what the energy output from his mind was yesterday, about 10:30 AM."
"That was when J'Onn came to his apartment to see about Star Sapphire," exclaimed The Flash. When Batman didn't respond, he blushed slightly and located the files.
"Wow," he said, "That's a massive brainspike."
"I think I see what's going on," Batman said, "Somehow Kyle's mind is being manipulated to access his power ring."
"Are you sure?" grunted Superman, forcing himself to stand erect and force away any signs of pain, "That could cause serious problems for us."
"Indeed, the power ring is one of, if not the most, powerful weapons in The Universe, in the wrong hands, especially in the hands of this Dominic, the potential for disaster is unprecedented," Batman said grimly.
"Hang on," said The Flash, "Are you saying that Green Lantern created a duplicate of J'Onn?"
"Exactly, he has done so before."
"Yeah, but they've always been green."
"And somehow Dominic has managed to bypass this, perhaps it was always just a psychological block of Kyle's, bypassed by his unconscious use of the ring."
"Whatever the case," snapped Huntress, tired of being left out of the conversation/argument, "Can we break him out of here?"
Batman didn't speak for a moment, then he nodded slightly, almost imperceptibly.
"Flash, you said you thought Kyle would either have to break the link himself or move forward to the conclusion of the program?"
"Yeah?"
"Listen carefully, here is what I want you to do..."
**
Somewhere, Sometime
Carol pulled off her last sock, leaving her only in her panties now.
"Like what you see, hotshot?" she asked.
"Oh yeah," chuckled Kyle, nodding, a huge grin on his face.
"Come here," she said, beckoning him with one finger to approach.
Kyle did so, finding in obedience to her a strange thrill running through his body. What was she going to do? What would she make him do? the anticipation was driving him wild with excitement and his cock, already spent from just ten minutes earlier, was rock hard and ready once again.
"Oh no," chuckled Carol, seeing his erection, or rather feeling it when he came to a stop only inches from her and the tip of his cock brushed against her belly, "Not yet, lover."
"Come on, baby," he murmured, sliding fingers gently along the sides of her breasts. She moaned lightly as he did it and he took his opportunity to lean down and take one erect nipple into his mouth, sucking at it, nibbling lightly with his teeth.
"Oooh, that's good, that's good," she whispered happily as Kyle ran his tongue over her titflesh, biting lightly at the hard, pink nub.
His hand slid down between her legs, pressing fingers against the material of her panties, running a finger up the cleft the material was already pressing up into. She moaned louder and he continued to stroke, making her moan and whisper in pleasure, her body making tiny, almost imperceptible jerks.
"Like that?" she whispered to him.
"Oh yeah," he chuckled, pulling his mouth from her breast and looking up at her. She stared back at him with absolute love in her face, her smile pure joy and...and suddenly it had taken on a hard cast and her eyes were icy with contempt.
"Get OFF ME!" she roared and Kyle was flung across the office, his back slamming into the wall.
He sat, dazed and confused, his legs spread out before him and arms to his sides, trying to comprehend exactly what had just happened to him. He looked up and saw Carol approaching, her body seemingly taller and more muscular, her fists clenched and eyes radiating a purplish tinge.
"Wh..."
"QUIET!!!!" she roared, and lashed out with a boot, catching him right in the gut and knocking all the wind out of him. He curled up into a ball, trying desperately to heave in air as she stood over him, still an erotic sight despite her anger, or maybe because of it.
"That's better," she growled at him, "That's where you belong, at my feet!"
I don't like this game, his mind muttered crazily to him, Tell her to stop.
"Car..." he started.
WHUMP! Another boot to the midsection, and he grunted out in pain.
"I AM NOT CAROL FERRIS!" she roared at him, "I AM STAR SAPPHIRE, QUEEN OF THE ZAMORANS!!!!"
Oh boy, he thought.
"Get up here, meat!" she growled, and hauled him up by the hair onto his knees. His eyes watered in pain and he forget all else momentarily, until he heard a tearing noise and saw that she was ripping away her panties.
"Now, bitch!" growled Star Sapphire, "Put that useless tongue of yours to good use!"
**
"Well?" asked Batman.
"Readings indicate he's confused right now," said Flash, who was already completely familiar with the computer system.
"Crank it up a notch," replied Batman, "Make things so bad for him that he'll attempt to stop it with his mind, that should break the link to the computer system."
**
"Suck me you ugly son of a whore," Star Sapphire growled at Kyle, staring down at his wide eyes. She gripped onto his black hair and began to slide her cunt up and down over his gasping, shocked face. He made a vain attempt to struggle but the pressure of her foot coming down onto his still erect penis quickly put paid to that.
With a vicious grin on her face, she began to force Kyle's nose and mouth into her pussy, thrusting her hips back and forth, wiping her snatch all over his face and forcing her helpless lover's mouth into her wet, dripping slit. One hand released his hair and slid up her inner thigh, and she began to vigorously masturbate herself as she fucked her cunt into Kyle's mouth.
"Use your tongue, boy!" she growled at him, "Or say goodbye to Mr. Winky."
She emphasized her point by putting more pressure onto his cock, and Kyle quickly slid his tongue out and into her pussy, licking and stroking his tongue up between her tight cunt-lips, orally pleasuring the woman who had been his lover, but was now some kind of vicious captor.
What was the most humiliating to him was the fact that his cock not only remained rock-hard, but seemed to respond to the pressure of her warm foot against his member. And even as she forcefully wiped and ground her soaking, dripping snatch across his mouth and face, pressing his nose into her clit with each lean forward, he couldn't help but admit that he liked the taste.
"That's right, good whore," whispered Sapphire, "Nothing but a bitch, you're my bitch, aren't you whore?"
Even though his mind rebelled at the idea, he felt with sinking realization that he was powerless to stop her, and his mind seemed to have an ingrained desire to surrender, to obey.
**
The Flash frowned.
"Shit," he growled, "The conditioning had gone too far, these readings indicate he's going to capitulate with whatever's going on in there."
Huntress wasn't sure how he could tell that, to her the reading were nothing more than several different colored bell curves moving along at various paces.
"Dammit," muttered Batman, then snapped a finger, "Give him a way out."
"What?"
"Offer him hope," replied The Dark Knight, "Hopefully he'll grab at it."
**
Star Sapphire rubbed her cunt firmly into Kyle's face, laughing malevolently. Kyle could taster her juices in his mouth, could feel them running down his chin and neck, and the worst thing was that he was beginning to like it.
Her pussy was pressed firmly against his face as his lips sucked firmly on her clitoris, which drove The Zamoran Queen wild with desire, making her athletic, sweaty body jerk about on top of him, her snatch slamming and grinding into his face.
"YES!" screamed Star Sapphire in ecstasy, throwing her head back, getting ready to orgasm...and then she stopped, her cunt pressed firmly against Kyle's face.
"What is that?" she growled.
"Huh?" asked Kyle, his voice muffled by her pussy.
IN DARKEST DAY, said a voice, everywhere and nowhere.
"NO!!!!" screamed Star Sapphire, pulling off of Kyle, her face becoming twisted and demonic.
IN BLACKEST NIGHT, came the voice again.
"NONONONO!!!!" screamed the no longer beautiful woman, her fingers becoming long and clawed.
NO EVIL SHALL ESCAPE MY SIGHT.
"KEEP BACK OR I KILL HIM!" screamed Star Sapphire, pointing a finger at Kyle, who was wondering where the voice was coming from, and why it was affecting Star Sapphire like this.
LET ALL WHO WORSHIP EVIL'S MIGHT.
"NOOOOOOOO!!!! DON'T SAY IT!"
BEWARE MY POWER...
Star Sapphire, now looking more like a demon than a woman, leaped over Kyle's head and ripped the door open, and was immediately thrown back across the room by a burst of powerful green light.
"GREEN LANTERN'S LIGHT!" roared the voice of the shadowy figure backlit by green light who stood in the doorway.
Sapphire seemed to be pinned against the far wall of the office, held there by the green light, she twisted and turned, struggling to break free and shrieking like a banshee.
"Kyle," said the voice of the heroic man in the doorway, "Get out of here."
"Hal?" asked Kyle, memory flooding back as he remembered who he was, and who he wasn't, "Hal Jordan?"
"Just go," said Hal, and for the first time Kyle noticed the man was sweating and that his teeth were gritted, "It isn't easy to hold her, you have to go now!"
"What about you?" gasped Kyle, struggling to get to his feet as he wiped his mouth clear off Star Sapphire's cuntjuices.
"I'll hold her," replied Hal, "You just get out of here, once you're through the door, don't look back, and you'll be free."
Kyle hesitated, wanting to say something to the man whom he'd never felt good enough to replace, them man who he was sure the others on the team would rather have with them.
SHIT! he thought, The TEAM!
"GO!!!!" screamed Hal, and Kyle saw that Star Sapphire was slowly pushing forward inch by inch towards them.
Feeling like an idiot, Kyle snapped a quick salute and then rushed past Hal and through the door.
He didn't look back.
**
He spluttered and coughed, his body felt weak and exhausted, as if he'd just swum a great distance.
Hands grabbed onto his shoulders, supporting him, keeping him on his feet.
"Wha...where?" he grunted, then coughed. The air was too thick, too strong for him, it didn't feel right.
"Relax," said a familiar voice, "You're not used to breathing air, you've been immersed in a fluid that transfers oxygen through the pores, I'm not quite sure how it works but you'll have to get used to breathing polluted, smelly air like the rest of us."
"F...Flash, that you?" he gasped.
"Yeah, that me," chuckled Wally, "Good to have you back man, we thought we might lose you there for a moment."
His eyes were no longer quite so blurred, and he took in his surroundings and companions. The black blur could only be Batman, the red blur in front of him The Flash, The blue and red blur was Superman and the purplish blur? Huntress?
With a start he realized that he was naked, and he instinctively covered his groin.
"Your ring, Kyle," said Batman evenly, "Your costume is just an extension of your will, use your ring to recreate it."
Kyle nodded, and then with shock realized that it took a real conscious effort to concentrate enough to recreate his costume.
"Your mind is still a little foggy," said The Flash, seeing the wavering attempts at a costume appearing, "Supes can commiserate."
"Very funny," muttered Superman, hand to his head, "I'm actually beginning to feel a little better."
Finally Kyle got it right, and his costume returned to him, covering his naked body.
"Hang on," he muttered, and squeezed his eyes shut.
Before the stunned eyes of the others, red liquid began to pour out through his costume and the visible skin on his face and hands. It continued steadily for several seconds, then slowed to a trickle and finally trailed away entirely, flowing in a puddle on the floor. It was the same color as the liquid they'd drained from the tube before letting him out.
"There," Kyle said with a grin, "I purged my system of that fluid you were talking about, and I'm already feeling better."
"Remarkable," said Batman, showing muted admiration, then his face became serious again, "Green Lantern, how long have you been held prisoner?"
"I can't remember being captured," replied Kyle, "But I do know that the last mission we were on was our trip to the 853rd Century."
"But we've been on others since then," murmured Huntress, "How can you have been there and here at the same time?"
"The Ring," replied Batman, "Dominic was somehow able to make him overcome the limitation to only create objects made of green light, so that Green Lantern was able to project his thoughts as well as images anywhere that his imagination could conceive, which meant that while J'Onn was still with us, Green Lantern remained on telepathic link and we were all none the wiser... and all the time his mind was being conditioned to work for Dominic."
"Who?" asked Kyle.
"We were asking the same question just a few hours ago," chuckled The Flash, "I don't think even Batman knows."
"We're all about to find out," The Dark Knight muttered, "Follow me, let's find this Dominic."
"What about J'Onn?" asked Superman, indicating the other occupied sleeper-tube.
"Any attempt to adjust the mind-conditioning as we did for Green Lantern would be resisted by his mind, which is already resisting Dominic's conditioning," replied Batman, "We can't break him off from out here, so we have no choice but to leave him."
"I don't like it, Batman," muttered Superman, irritable from his recent headache.
"You'll like it even less when he turns first Gotham, then Metropolis and then the world into his slaves," snapped The Dark Knight. "He's probably been putting chemicals into the water supply which will ease his takeover of Gotham when he activates the sphere, which I'm guessing will have a far increased range to what was originally intended."
Despite the logic of what The Dark Knight had just said, and his calm, emotionless face, Superman felt an intense desire to smash Batman over, to knock that smug expression from his face. It was only with incredible willpower that he forced himself to recognize that Batman wasn't being smug, he was being practical.
I have to recognize that this Dominic has somehow gotten to me as well as Kyle and J'onn, he thought.
"Very well," he said carefully, keeping his tone even, "Let's go."
Dominic's Lair, June 6th, 8:34 AM
They entered the room and immediately fell silent, somewhat taken aback by the unexpected grandeur of their surroundings.
They were in a huge room, some kind of giant ballroom or court, with a huge, dome ceiling and high, expensive looking chandeliers. Set at regular spaces across the wall were large, curved windows which let in long rays of sunlight. There was a large throne set at one end of the room, beside which were giant statues reaching up to the high ceiling, standing on large pedestals almost as large as the throne itself. The floor was a deep, white marble.
Set between the wall and the throne was a large, square gray box that thrummed lightly with a humming, buzzing noise.
But if they found that odd, it was easily overshadowed by the sight of the man sitting on the throne and the two women standing naked on either side of him.
The man's face was familiar from the image Steel had shown to them earlier. Now he was smiling slightly, and despite the good-natured sparkle in his eyes they were overcome by a feeling of malevolent wrongness about him, seeming to radiate off him in waves.
He was leaning forward in the throne, which despite being so much larger than he was seemed made expressly for him. He was lean but well proportioned, with short dark hair slicked back naturally. His features were sharp, almost aquiline and his dark eyes gave him an enigmatic, dark look.
Shit, thought Huntress, He reminds me a bit of Nightwing.
A sudden grin broke over Dominic's features, as if he had read her mind, he leaned back suddenly and clapped his hands together twice.
Immediately the two women beside him turned their heads to face him, they seemed anxious, almost desperate to please. None of the JLA'ers bothered to comment that the spell Zatanna had cast was no longer having any effect, not only could Dominic see them, but so could Wonder Woman and Black Canary.
"Where are my manners," laughed Dominic, "Ladies, give these gentlemen and this lady anything they want, food, drink, blowjobs, anything," he waved his hand negligently, speaking casually.
"Yes, of course," said Wonder Woman and Black Canary together, and turned to face the other JLA'ers.
"I don't fucking believe this," The Flash muttered to Green Lantern, "You know how many dreams I've had that started just like this?"
"Would you care for anything?" Black Canary asked, "Food? Wine?"
"Or perhaps a blowjob?" asked Wonder Woman, almost anxiously. She cast a quick glance back at Dominic, hoping to have pleased him.
"How dare you!" growled Superman, enraged at the way that Dominic was treating two of his teammates, one current, the other former. To have them standing naked before them like this, forcing them to offer themselves to them... especially Wonder Woman, forced to expose her large, beautiful breasts, to stand before him with nothing covering her vagina, including pubic hair... He shook his head in an effort to clear it and felt his headache return full force, pounding through his body like a jackhammer.
"How dare I what?" asked Dominic casually, reaching out and sliding a hand over Black Canary's smooth ass, making the woman groan in content, "How dare I offer you hospitality? How dare I offer you refreshments? What is your problem?"
"Cut the bullshit," snapped Huntress, "This isn't a diplomatic meeting and we aren't..."
"Quiet yourself, woman," muttered Dominic, waving an arm dismissively at her, obviously bored.
The others turned to stare at Huntress, who stood with her eyes wide open in shock. He hand raised to her mouth, which was tightly compressed together, try as she might she was unable to part them to speak.
"In case you're wondering," laughed Dominic, "Yesterday, while Huntress here was busy eating out another woman in the dusty ruins of a condemned building, I fired a tiny nano into her system, which began to instantly transmit a signal similar to the one in the amulet taken from Catwoman by you, Batman. About 3 AM this morning she passed the point of being able to say no to me."
"MMMMM!" roared Huntress through close lips and charged forward to attack him.
"Stop," he muttered, almost in boredom, "Go stand in the corner and don't come out till I say you can."
Huntress instantly stopped, then twisted about on one foot and began walking back towards one corner of the room. Her eyes looked up at Batman's in agonized pleading, but for now there was nothing that he could do to help her.
"Girls, behind me," Dominic said, standing up from the throne and moving forward a step. Wonder Woman and Black Canary rushed to get behind him, jostling for position.
Still smiling, Dominic lifted his hand and showed them his palms, outright so as to show they were empty. Then he closed his fists and spun them about, opening them up to reveal a perfectly formed black rose. The stem was covered in thorns, but none seemed to break his skin, even when he closed his fist over the stem.
Dominic smelled the rose, then crumpled it up in his fist, when his hand re-opened, only black ash remained.
"Is that supposed to impress us?" asked Batman. Beside him, Green Lantern looked extremely impressed, but quickly hid it when he realized Batman was doing his Clint Eastwood impression.
"No," replied Dominic, sounding bored, "This is."
He snapped his fingers and suddenly Superman's body jerked up and stiffened, his eyes bulging from his head.
"Supes?" asked The Flash, looking a little unsure of himself.
"Kal-El," muttered Dominic, "Dispose of them for me."
He turned and left the room through a door in place behind the thrumming machinery, Wonder Woman and Black Canary still following submissively behind him.
Superman glared at the three remaining JLA members, then his hand shot out faster than anyone (except The Flash) could follow, grabbed Wally by his throat and smashed him into the ground with a brutal ferocity never seen by any of them from the hero before.
"Dominic is the main problem here," muttered Batman, eyeing the still open door, he began to move towards it, Superman's head slowly turned to eye the Caped Crusader dangerously. Batman stopped, turning to look at The Man Of Tomorrow, "Green Lantern, deal with him."
He turned and left the room.
Kyle looked up at Superman, gulped.
"Deal with him, sure Bats, no problem."
A hand shook Circe's shoulder insistently, waking her up, irritating her to no end.
"What the fuck?" she muttered.
"Circe, Circe it's all coming apart!" cried Barbara Minerva, half in tears as she continued to shake with desperate need at the Sorceress' shoulder.
Circe closed her eyes and breathed in deeply, calming herself so that she wouldn't blast the whiny bitch across the room.
"What's coming apart?" she asked with a sigh.
"I was watching some of the monitors," whispered Barbara fearfully, and on one of them, in the big throneroom where Dominic was with those two women, The JLA appeared!"
"Really?" asked Circe, suddenly interested, sitting up in the bed, "What happened then?"
"I ran!" cried Barbara, then buried her head in Circe's shoulder, crying and sobbing.
Fuck, muttered Circe to herself. She was hoping to know just how Dominic had dealt with The JLA, had he just blasted them, maybe teleported them away or was he even now torturing them?
She had no doubt that Dominic could handle them, despite the power of The JLA, he'd already taken apart over half of the team before any of them even realized they were under attack.
She prepared to push Barbara off the bed and make her way to the throneroom to see what was going on, until a thought occurred to her.
Dominic will call me when he wants us to have some fun with the survivors, she thought with an evil grin, Until then, I can either sleep, or have some fun of my own.
She chuckled to herself, then embraced Barbara, hugging the other woman tightly, making sure that their breasts were pressed firmly against each other.
"Shhh," she whispered, "There, there, it's all right, Circe won't let them hurt you."
This was going to be fun.
Batman found himself in familiar surroundings.
He'd stepped through the door from a courtyard flooded with sunlight despite the fact that the room was underground and it was only early morning, so he didn't find his new surroundings all that odd.
He was in a traditional Japanese practice room, the equivalent of a gym, and through the thin screens he could make out the lush mountain landscapes of Japan. While he didn't recognize the area, it was unmistakably Japan, even the air had a different timbre to it, a lighter smell.
The room was bare floorboards, and he wasn't surprised to find that his boots were gone, and that he stood in bare feet. It would have been the height of ill-manners to wear footwear inside, and it just seemed natural that they would be gone.
He looked around, noting the aged, thin walls and balcony from which people might observe the trainers, it was up there that the only wrong element was to be found.
A sleeper-tube, like that which had held Green Lantern and still did hold Martian Manhunter, was set into the wall behind the observation balcony, with tubes running into the walls.
"Guess who's in there," said a voice, and Batman slowly turned to find himself facing Dominic.
The Dark Mastermind was dressed only in smooth black pants that came down to his knees. He wore no shoes, had no ornamentation, but his entire body exuded a power Batman could not deny.
"I won't play games," replied Batman, "I found you, that earns me the right to forego all that crap at least."
"Indeed it does," laughed Dominic, his smile easy-going and infectious. Had it been anyone else other than Batman, they probably would have smiled back.
"The trail I left wasn't easy to find," Dominic chuckled, "In fact I wouldn't have been able to find it. I deliberately covered all my tracks, burnt all my bridges, so how did you find me?"
"Sometimes there's no denying the nature of the beast," Batman replied enigmatically.
Dominic's grin fell slightly, as if he guessed the deeper meaning behind The Dark Knight's words, then it rose to full force again as he gestured at the tube.
"Inside that tube is a young man who plays at being you, who is desperately trying to live up to the impossible image he cultivated of you as he grew up. At best he's a second rate Batman, living in a second rate Gotham."
Batman's eyes narrowed.
"Yes," laughed Dominic, "It's Dick Grayson... strange that you guessed correctly to the rather unflattering description, I guess you feel the same way too, eh?"
"Let him go," growled Batman, "He's got nothing to do with The JLA."
"Oh but he does," laughed Dominic, "He's my link to you, he's your weak point. You see, I have young Dick Grayson's--or Nightwing if you prefer, although he's always just been Robin to me--mind hooked up to my computer system. Right now he isn't being mind-conditioned, but he is linked up and ready to receive information."
"What are you getting at?" asked Batman, already guessing Dominic's goal.
"Walk away from this now, just turn and go, and I'll let you take Dick with you. Try to stop me, and I'll fry his brain so hard that they could use his corpse to light up Main Street on Christmas Night."
He smiled at Batman and waved a hand in the direction of Nightwing's sleeper-tube, "So what's it to be, Bats?"
Batman didn't hesitate at all. Dick Grayson was the closest he'd ever had to a son, he was dearer to him than anyone else in the entire world. He'd always hoped that one day they would patch up their differences and Dick would agree to take over from him as Batman. He couldn't live with the knowledge that he had allowed Dick to die when he could have possibly stopped it.
"No deal."
Barbara Minerva's clothes lay in a pile on the floor, half torn by her insistent, demanding lover.
Circe's hadn't been wearing clothes herself, she always slept in the nude, and after hugging and comforting the other scared woman she had quickly started stroking and kissing her. Barbara, desperate to be protected and cared for, had just let the other woman do it for her, just as she had let herself be forced into the V.R environment in the hopes of being changed back into Cheetah.
She felt a momentary thrill as she imagined just how Cheetah would have handled this turn of events. She'd be all over Circe, dominating and enjoying herself, rather than second guessing what was going on.
But that was the furthest thing from what Barbara Minerva was now doing.
Up on the bed, she was on her knees in front of Circe, her hands clutching The Sorceress' beautifully rounded asscheeks as she buried her face into the purple-haired woman's juice-filled cunt. The Sorceress had her legs tucked underneath her, leaning back on her arms so as to push her cunt out a little further.
A small moan of pleasure slipped out of Circe's red lips as Barbara's tongue delved deeply into the quivering, juicy pink cunt of the woman who had once caused several pantheons of gods to wage war amongst themselves.
The violet-haired Sorceress let her head press against the smooth wall behind her and brought her hands down, grabbing the back of Barbara's head. As the beautiful woman's tongue writhed and twisted about between Circe's shaven pussy-lips, The Sorceress spread her legs as far as she could, thrusting her hips forward against Barbara's mouth, forcing her tongue deeper into her hot, juicy snatch.
Incredibly erotic feelings were running all throughout Circe's lower body as Barbara did incredible things to her juicy, gushing slit, stabbing forward into her tight fuckhole and blasting an incredible, unexpectedly quick orgasm through her.
"AHH YES!" she cried out, almost all coherent, rational thought lost in the huge wave of the orgasm blasting over her body.
The Sorceress moaned happily, spreading her legs wider and wider, grinding Barbara's face into her cunt with her hands. The Sorceress humped and thrust her cunt up into Barbara's face, wantonly slamming her juicy, gushing snatch into the other woman's face as she climaxed.
"Good bitch, good bitch!" chuckled Circe gleefully, fucking her pussy into Barbara's face with small, quick circles of her hips, "You're my little bitch, aren't you, aren't you!"
Barbara felt a quick flare of anger at the way she was being talked to and treated. All she had wanted was someone to protect her from The JLA, who would be sure to blame her as well as Dominic and Circe. She'd been happy to go along with the sex as well, linking it with the idea of being protected, but she didn't want to be treated like this.
But she was powerless to do anything about it, she was just plain old Barbara Minerva, what could she do against the mighty Circe?
So she continued to lap away at the beautiful Sorceress' tasty cunt, pathetically eager to please. She chewed and sucked at the hot cunt before her, allowing the hot, juicy crotch of Circe to jerk and thrust up into her face, the hot, shaven lips forced into her mouth, the clit pressing against her nose.
Barbara, wanting to please her lover, slipped her tongue up into the juicy pussy and wrapped her lips around her erect clit, sucking away at it as erotically as she was able to.
A secret pleasure of hers had always been fingering her ass, and now she just assumed Circe would enjoy it as well. As she continued to suckle on the other woman's lovebutton, she slid one hand between Circe's asscheeks and began to finger her pink, puckered butthole.
Circe's eyes widened a little, and then a devilish grin crossed her face.
My bitch showing some gumption, huh? she chuckled.
"Oh that's good," she laughed, "Finger my ass, baby, but my cunt too, don't forget my cunt!"
Barbara was quite surprised at how good the feel of Circe's hot, tight asshole clamping down on her finger felt, and couldn't help but wonder if it was even slightly akin to how a guy felt when he was fucking a chick's ass.
She slid another finger up beneath her tongue, relishing the feel of Circe's juicy, velvety slickness around her fingers. Now, with two fingers inside Circe's gushing cunt and one inside her tight asshole, she began finger-fucking her lover's holes while sucking hungrily on her erect clit.
Circe screamed out happily as her hips spasmed as she climaxed again, the feeling of having her cunt and ass simultaneously fingerfucked while Barbara sucked on her clit was too much for her, and she was hit by intense, overwhelming passion. She clutched onto the back of Barbara's head, not even realizing how hard her grip was as she ground her cunt up hard against her lover's, her desire for more pleasure, more sensation, far outweighing any consideration towards her lover's comforts.
Barbara, strangely enough, was beginning to feel a heady sense of power run through her body. SHE was making Circe cum, SHE was driving The Sorceress wild with passion, and SHE was beginning to realize just how good she was.
She slammed her tongue in and out of Circe's flooding pussy yet again, releasing the clitoris the moment she felt hot cum flood over her fingers so she could bury her face into the hot, juicy quim, trying to suck out as much of The Sorceress' cuntjuices as she was able.
"OH SHIT!" squealed Circe, "I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!!!"
Well, duh! chuckled Barbara to herself, shocking herself at the denigrating image she'd had of Circe for a moment.
The Sorceress was pushing Barbara's face into her cunt, which was unnecessary, because Barbara would have been willing to fight if anyone had tried to drag her away from the beautiful, violet-haired woman's tasty cuntjuices. This newfound aggression was a little frightening, but also stimulating as well, and she felt her own crotch began to burn with an unmistakable, irrefutable desire.
Barbara's tongue shot in and out, pushing deeper and deeper each time into Circe's gushing, juicy snatch. The sexy redhead gulped down Circe's juices again and again, reveling in the taste, feeling her belly fill up with another woman's cuntcream.
Circe's body was shaking and jerking about as she moaned and groaned in excitement. Her delicious, firm body was shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm spasmed through her, sending unstoppable ripples throughout her body and limbs.
She cried out in orgasming glee, her long purple hair plastered by sweat to her forehead, sweat running freely down her chest, over her firm breasts.
Barbara felt a momentary burst of disappointment as the stream of cuntjuices flowing from Circe's cunt slowed to a trickle. But that was washed away instantly as another flood of cream filled Barbara's mouth, filling it up and running all over her cheeks and chin.
With a cry of joy, Barbara rubbed her face vigorously into her lover's pussy, almost as if she was trying to dry the juices off of her mouth, which just left more and more of the copious flowing juices all over her face.
Barbara continued to stab her tongue as deep into Circe's hot, quivering cunt as she could, sliding her lips over the shaven pussy-lips at the same time as she sucked at them.
The final wave of Circe's orgasm shuddered it's way through her body, causing her to stiffen up as she gripped hard on the back of Barbara's head, her legs spread wide open and shaking from ecstatic exhaustion, pussy quivering and shaking as finished off her excellent orgasm.
Barbara kept her head buried in Circe's cunt, lapping away like a cat at the last, thin streams of cuntjuice, enjoying the juicy, steaming heat of Circe's snatch. Finally, when she'd eaten up her full, she lifted her head up, staring up at Circe with a huge, happy grin on her face, which was dripping with her lover's cuntjuices.
Circe opened her eyes, which had been squeezed shut as she wound down from her orgasm. They widened when she saw the change that had come over Barbara, not just emotionally, but physically as well.
"And now," growled Cheetah with a grin, "The fun really begins."
Dominic's grin didn't waver at all, but his eyes lost some of their good humor. He shook his head slightly, as if to clear it, then spoke again.
"I'm sorry, did you just say 'no deal'?"
"No deal," repeated Batman, expressionless.
"Don't you get it!" roared Dominic, his face suddenly red with fury, "I'm not kidding around! I will fucking kill him!"
"No deal," Batman said again.
"FUCK!" roared Dominic and slammed one fist into the other, "FUCK YOU!!"
If Batman was at all taken aback by this display of petulance, he didn't show it. His eyes never left Dominic's.
"DO you know who I am!" snapped Dominic, forcing himself to calm down, "I'm not like all the other fucking villains who come in with grand plans and fuck up on the last hurdle. You can't outsmart me, or outfight me or pluck a win from an impossible situation... this is life or death, and I play for keeps!"
"Who are you?" asked Batman, "Explain yourself, isn't that what your kind always do?"
"Eh?" asked Dominic, confusion masking his anger.
"I'm in your power," replied Batman, and a small smile tugged at his lips, as if the very idea was laughable, "The situation is hopeless, now is when you explain just why your plan is so brilliant and that, unlike all the others, you won't fail."
Dominic suddenly grinned, allowing a small chuckle to part his lips.
"I can't believe you had me worried," he chuckled, "You're just like all the rest, the only difference between you and the rest of The JLA is that you know you're not invincible. Fine, Batman, if you think you can stall me long enough to come up with a plan, I'll tell you my grand little scheme." He paused, his eyes drifting to the sleeper tube up on the Observation Platform, "But unless you can move faster than the speed of thought, I wouldn't make a move at that tube, it's psionically linked to me."
"I'm listening," was Batman's only reply.
"I am the only born son of Hell," said Dominic, then waved an arm at Batman, as if to ward off some kind of derogatory comment, "And no, I'm not a loon with delusions of grandeur, it's the truth.
Longer ago than you would be capable of comprehending, I lead a revolt against the Dark Angel who ruled Hell and won, taking the Throne for myself... And then I was betrayed, my lofty Throne ripped from under me by greedy demons who took advantage of my vulnerability after the long battle with Neron/Satan/Lucifer… whatever you want to call him. None of them were strong enough to hold the Throne themselves, and the Dark Angel took it back."
"And what happened to you?" asked Batman.
"I was locked away by incantations powerful enough to shackle suns or crush solar systems. That was his problem back then, Neron always went for brute force over subtlety, and I slipped through the cracks in the spell easily enough... nowadays he's the Prince Of Lies, or so they say, but back then he used unthinking, crude methods of power that looked impressive and did damage enough if they hit their intended target. That's how he got cast from Heaven, by the way, he tried to take on The Presence directly and didn't even see Michael coming for him, then.... BOOM, a very, very long fall.
"I dedicated myself to the corruption and collection of souls then, realizing that my mistake had been collecting an army of untrustworthy, power hungry monsters underneath me. When I corrupt a soul, they become mine forever, and it's so easy to corrupt them, they seem almost eager to do it."
"Is that where the sphere comes into it?" asked Batman.
"You are smart, I'll give you that," chuckled Dominic, "The sphere plays an integral part in my plans. I plan to use it to wipe out the sexual inhibitions of every single person on this planet, to make them all wild enough to engage in wanton acts of sexual depravity."
"To what end, might I ask?" asked Batman, still expressionless, "Unless pre or extra-marital sex is considered a strong enough sin to go to hell?"
"Not at all," laughed Dominic, "No, because I want to end all the inhibitions of this pathetic planets occupants, I want them to murder, to rape, to kill and lust and let their civilization crumble. I want them to become animals. But they have to do it themselves, they can't be forced to do it, do you understand?"
"I believe so," said Batman, nodding his head slightly, "People are far more willing to have sex than to kill, you'll have the world in some kind of bizarre orgy and slowly remove the influence of the sphere."
"YES!" hissed Dominic, excited to be sharing his grand vision. "But by then the majority, if not all of the humans will be more than happy to continue. And then, with only the slightest nudge from me, comes the rapes, then the beatings, then the killings... it'll be like Lord Of The Flies except on a worldwide scale, the end of civilization and the corruption of billions upon billions of souls."
"And then?" asked Batman.
"Then I move on to another planet, then another and another, again and again until my army of souls is large enough. And then I will make my triumphant return to Hell, and pass through the various levels with an army of trillions upon trillions of corrupt, totally loyal souls at my back, including those of the greatest, most noble souls... Do you have any idea how powerful the corrupted souls of The JLA will make me, what Superman's soul alone would do for me? This time Neron will stay defeated and I shall not be toppled from my Throne."
He finished, slightly breathless, his voice had been growing louder and louder as he spoke as he became more and more excited by the prospect.
"There is, of course, one flaw in your plan," Batman said smoothly.
"And what, pray tell, is that?" asked Dominic with a slight grin.
"I'm going to stop you."
"HA!" laughed Dominic, "YES! Of course you will, that's why you're here, to strike fear into the hearts of criminals, eh?"
"Something like that," replied Batman.
"No," hissed Dominic, "Exactly like that, except you haven't accounted for one thing yourself."
"And that is?"
"That to get to me, you're going to have to go through your own daughter to do it."
And Batman found himself facing the second Huntress that had squared off with the current Huntress just yesterday.
"It's a family reunion, Bats," chuckled Dominic, "But one of you isn't going to survive it."
To Be Continued…