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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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Gotham Theatre, June 6th, 1:08 PM
They'd left Zatanna with her fishnet stockings at least, but other than that she was completely naked.
And she couldn't be happier.
A lot of the men had been happy to take their wives or girlfriends when the sudden wave of sexual desire had come over them. Some of the men who had come alone had found women who were also there alone, but there was a group of at least 8 men who had come alone and not been able to grab anyone, and they had all gone for the last female readily available.
Zatanna.
Now she lay completely naked on the stage, while all through the aisles and the seats in the Theatre, couples were fucking each other in various different positions. Doggystyle, missionary, 69's, against the wall and so forth.
They'd pulled her clothes from her, tearing off her jacket and pulling apart the flimsy material of her white shirt, leaving her in just a lacy bra and no panties (she'd never seen the point, considering her skimpy costume fulfilled that objective anyway). A second later she'd lost her bra, which had brought her large, firm breasts into view, the gazes of the eight men seemed a physical presence, caressing her tits, sliding over her erect nipples, which strained up almost painfully.
Then the trouble began.
The first man dropped between her legs, onto his knees, grabbing his cock in hand as Zatanna lifted her hips up, presenting a much easier target for him. But then a hand gripped his shoulder and pulled him away, and another man was diving between her legs, shoving his face against her cunt and slobbering eagerly away. His technique was nothing special, but her cunt was so eager for it that she almost came right then and there, except he was pulled away by a third man who was almost in tears he was so desperate to get at her. He didn't even get to his knees before he was knocked aside by a fourth man, and suddenly all eight men were fighting each other in their desperate desire to fuck her.
"Come on, come on!" squealed Zatanna desperately, hands thrust between her legs, writhing about inside her cunt and grinding her clitoris, her arms squeezing her breasts together, "I want it, somebody, ANYBODY! FUCK ME!"
One of the men leaped free of the others and began crawling desperately towards her, but another leaped out over him, knocking his face into the ground and slid along on his knees to between her outspread legs. Zatanna squealed in delight, but the man who'd been knocked down grabbed the man who'd hit him and pulled him off, striking angrily at him as his eyes crawled all over Zatanna's naked body.
"Please, I need to get FUCKED!" cried Zatanna in desperation, throwing her head back on the wooden stage, thrusting her hips up in abandon against her hands, which dripped hard with lubrication. She could feel herself building towards orgasm but not quite being able to make it, and she knew that she had to have a dick inside of her, that was what was needed.
"Never fear," said a voice, and she opened her eyes and looked up at the looming figure of Howard 'Howie' Mandell, the theatre's owner, standing above her, "Howie's here."
"HOWIE!" she cried in lust addled glee, "Fuck me!"
"You command, I obey," replied Howie, his face awash with excitement as he stepped onto either side of her face, then lowered himself down to his knees. He wasn't exceptionally muscular, being an arts scholar (as he told everyone he met, despite having failed his studies at Gotham University) he was of a slight frame. But he was good looking in a beatnik kind of way and his cock, while not huge, was of a goodly size. In any case, from Zatanna's point of view, with him looming above her and the desperate sexual need running through her, Howie was a giant, "But first, a little mouth action to get me warmed up."
Zatanna eagerly opened her mouth and Howie feed his cock into it, not taking time to let he adjust, just feeding in inch after inch of his cockmeat, which she eagerly accepted. He groaned happily at the feel of the delicious warmth of her mouth about his meat, coupled with the sight of her beneath him, the great Zatanna sucking HIS cock!
"Oh yeah," he whispered happily, pumping in and out of her mouth a few times, loving the feel as his cock brushed along the back of her throat, "Yeah, eat it, baby, eat my cock!"
Zatanna was more than happy too, sucking at his cock expertly, pressing her tongue up along the underside of his shaft, brushing the tip of her tongue along his cockhead.
When he had fucked all of his cock in and out of her mouth a few times, he watched happily as he pulled inch after inch out of her oral orifice, a strand of saliva coming from her tongue to the tip of his cock, and then he moved down to between her legs. He set his knees just beneath her thighs, lifted her legs up, bringing her ass off of the ground slightly, then leaned forward against the backs of her thighs as he pushed his cock into her cunt.
"OH YES!" screamed Zatanna, her cunt greedily sucking at his cock, pulling it in faster than he'd intended. The feel of a cock filling up her cunt was driving the magician wild and she thrust her ass up at him, causing her legs to bend back a little further. She was never so glad to have studied yoga as she was now, as Howie's cock filled her up entirely and she felt his balls slap against her asshole, his thighs against the back of hers.
"Ugh! Yeaaah!" moaned Howie, his entire body alive with sexual pleasure. Just a few days earlier he'd been agonizing over whether or not he could get a hidden camera into her dressing room and get some pictures of her. He wouldn't be able to put them up on the Internet, but he could keep them for his private collection. Now here he was fucking her! And he hadn't even been worried like he usually was when approaching woman. He'd been hit with a desperate need to fuck, and somehow known that she would want it just as much as he would, that she would in fact be grateful that he wanted to fuck her.
He pulled away from her cunt, then slammed back in, rocking her thighs back, causing her tits to jump and bounce on her chest, while her face contorted in desire and she came.
"SHIT!" cried Howie as he felt her cunt clench down incredibly tight around his penis. Her cunt flooded with juices and gushed out around his cock, running over both their thighs. As he pulled back and slammed back into the gushing, writhing woman, the connection of wet flesh against flesh created a loud, smacking noise that seemed to grow louder with each thrust of the manager's cock into Zatanna's cunt.
Each time he fucked into her cunt he drove her thighs back a little further, leaning over further and further. Her knees were beginning to press against her breasts, and yet she felt no pain in her legs, no strain in her muscles. Every feeling that coursed through her body just added to her sexual pleasure. He fucked her hard, her thighs now bent right over, pressing against her breasts as Howie's cock sluiced in and out of her cunt, each stroke sending another wave of intense sexual gratification throughout her body.
"Ugh!" Slap! "Ugh!" Slap! "Ugh!" Slap! "Ugh!" Slap!
Every thrust of Howie's cock into Zatanna's cunt was emphasized and punctuated by a grunt from the man and the wet slapping noise of flesh meeting flesh. The slaps and grunts were come faster and faster now, and Zatanna had given up on just making individual moans and groans of pleasure and was just letting out a gasping, happy moan as her cunt was crammed fill of cockmeat again and again.
"Uhhh fuck!" screamed Howie, burying his cock balls deep into her cunt, his nuts slapping hard against her asshole and finally coming to a rest as he ground against her thighs and pumped his hips forward, blowing his load and shooting his cum deep inside of Zatanna's pussy.
"Oooh," he moaned, lying limp on her thighs, all his weight on her sexy, fishnet stocking clad legs. Then with a grunt he was pulled up and off her, his cock pulling loose from her cunt with a wet, sucking noise.
She moaned in disappointment as she felt her cunt empty again, and then she was being dragged down the stage by her legs, until the long, sexy limbs were draped over the side of the stage, putting her at just the right height for the man kneeling on the stairs to get at her cunt.
Of the eight men who had been fighting over her, three were now unconscious and the remaining five had agreed in their desperation on playing paper/scissors/rock to see who went first.
Now the winner had Zatanna, the magician totally naked, lying on the stage, firm, toned legs hanging over the side with a tall, muscular and naked man between her legs.
Within moments her cunt was fill again, and soon the man, too eager to worry about technique, was jackhammering between her legs, fucking her cunt with total sexual abandon. The other four stood back, obviously holding in place only by sheer force of will, holding their erect cocks in their fists but not stroking them, perhaps fearing cumming and losing their chance to get at Zatanna's cunt.
The man, whose name Zatanna didn't know and didn't want to know, threw his head back and screamed in triumph through gritted teeth as his bouncing, naked ass jammed back and forth as he fucked his cock in and out of Zatanna's cunt.
"Ohhh, yes!" Zatanna yelped in pleasure, "That's it! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
The magician reached up and gripped the cheeks of the man's bouncing ass tightly, her fingers digging in and pulling his asscheeks apart as she pounded her tight cunt up and down against his fucking hips, grinding in sexual ecstasy against his cock. His balls were slapping back and forth against her compact, contracted asscheeks with each thrust, and with each contact of his flesh to hers--whether it was his cock parting her cunt and filling her up time and again, or his thick, curly pubic hair pressing against the shaven, trimmed hairs of her crotch, or his balls against her ass--it created a burning sensation in her pussy, as if the friction of his cock pounding into her cunt was going to start a fire.
As the burning friction increased, doubling and then tripling Zatanna's pleasure, she heard the stranger let out a grunt, felt his balls drawing up tight over her asscheeks.
"OH YES!" she cried, and seconds later felt his cum pumping deep into her cunt, the second man in ten minutes to do so. Zatanna squealed out louder than ever before and jerked her hips about beneath him, her body completely abandoned to sexual pleasure.
Her thighs were trembling as the man pulled his prick from her cunt and dropped from the step to the ground, his eyelids half-closed, a sleepy look on his face warring with the rampant lust still being commanded of him by the signal.
The next man didn't stand on ceremony, and an instant later he was between Zatanna's legs, his cock going straight into her pussy as the magician kicked out her legs straight, gurgling in erotic bliss, her mind nothing but a loud roar of intense sexual desire.
"That's right! Give it to me!" Zatanna cried, half in glee, half demanding, "Give me your cock! I want you to fuck me, dammit! FUCK ME!!"
The 2nd man actually whispered out, "Yes, ma'am," before continuing to fuck her, madly fondling and groping Zatanna's tits, running his hands all over trembling, quivering body. She felt fingers all over her clit and realized with no surprise that they were her own, none of that mattered, anyway, it was all a cacophony of different sensations running through her body leading up to one whole sensation, that of her orgasm, of which she was currently having her fourth.
"OH FUCK! I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT!" screamed one of the three remaining men waiting to fuck Zatanna. He charged forward, past the man fucking her--who didn't even notice him--and got down on his knees over Zatanna's face.
"Take it, suck it, please!" he hissed at her fearfully, and his entire face seemed to loosen up entirely as she happily swallowed the head of his cock. With a grunt he lifted his hips and then pushed his cock forward, sending several inches into her mouth, which closed about his shaft tightly and began to run up and down by about half an inch, putting a delicious pressure on the man's cock.
Suddenly she felt both her breasts being suckled on, and by rolling her eyes to the side she saw that both the men who'd been waiting to fuck her next had given up. They were now hunched over on either side of her, sucking on her tits and running their hands over her side, contributing to the delicious feeling that she WAS sex, that there was nothing else to be had but sex.
Zatanna happily began to slam her cunt up against the 2nd man's driving cock, almost as if she was trying to pull his cock off of him, her cunt was so tight around his shaft.
"Pussy!" grunted the man fucking her, "Pussy, fuck, good, fuck pussy!"
Zatanna came again, her pussy flexing tightly about on his cock, drawing his prick in, sucking his cock back into her cunt just as she was sucking on the cock in her mouth. Her juices flooded all about over her ass and his cock, the wooden floor of the stage sticky with her cum and her sweat now.
That was enough for man number two, and she felt more cum spurting deep into her cunt, which convulsed tighter as she moved her hips back and forth around under him.
And then man four was taking his chance, pulling away from Zatanna's tit and getting between her legs, sliding his cock into her gushing, flooded cunt. She moaned around man number three's cock, who was still blissfully unaware that he'd missed his opportunity to fuck her cunt, so enamored was he with the feel of her mouth around his cock.
Man number four began to make powerful, stabbing thrusts against her cunt, sending pounding vibrations throughout her entire crotch which spread out over her entire body. She would not have been able to hold her hips still even if she'd wanted to, because another orgasm smashed through her body. There was nothing gentle about this fuck, just as there hadn't been with any of the other three. Man four banging hard against her pussy as Zatanna's ass whipped about on the floor, her cunt convulsing and contracting around his thick shaft of fuckmeat as she continued cumming, no longer sure when the last had ended and the next begun.
Never had Zatanna known such ecstasy, she couldn't stop cumming, and all the sound she could make were small whimpered around man three's cock. She wanted to scream out her pleasure, roar at them to fuck her raw, fuck her cunt, fuck her pussy, slam it to her until she exploded with raw sexual energy.
"Oh my FUCK!" screamed man four and pounded his cum into her pussy, making the magician's eyes roll back in her head. She no longer remembered her name, her career, what city she was in, why she was here, her powers were forgotten, her worries about The JLA had disappeared. All that mattered was sex, and she would do anything to have it, ANYTHING!!!!
Man five pulled his mouth from her tits and rushed between her legs, eager to get into her frothy, gushing cunt. Man three remained over her face, fucking his cock in and out of her mouth with faster and faster strokes, blissfully unaware that he was missing another chance to get at Zatanna's cunt.
The last of the men settled quickly into her and began thrusting his cock hard into her cunt, slamming back and forth in eagerness that was more suited to a boy having sex with a woman for the first time. This was odd since he was a 38-year-old businessman, but at this point he wouldn't have been capable of telling someone where he'd parked his car this afternoon, much less which stocks looked good this year.
He panted and gasped for air, being a little unfit, but nothing continued to flex and twitch from multiple orgasms. Her body felt weak and should have been getting numb at this point, but somehow the feelings were just as good now as they'd been when Howie first sliced his cock into her cunt.
Zatanna writhed and twisted her naked, sweaty ass about on the stage beneath her. Her cunt gripped and sucked on the thrusting cock of man five and she knew she couldn't fight of this next orgasm even if she'd wanted to, which she certainly didn't.
"Oh shit yeah!" cried man five as he fucked the sexy heroine, "I'm gonna fucking cum already!"
Zatanna felt his cock squirt it's load into her cunt, and Zatanna cried out a muffled squeal of sexual delight around man three's cock. Her sexy body shook and trembled in incredible pleasure as her naked, bouncing tits jiggled all over her chest. By the time man five had finished cumming, Zatanna had become so weak and exhausted from cumming that she just lay on her back now, her ass twitching about from time to time as she slowly sucked away at man three's cock, her eyes half closed and her fingers slowly playing over her clitoris.
"Fuuuuck!" grunted man five and fell backwards, landing on his ass and then tilting onto his back, where he lay on the ground, breathing deeply, raggedly as he tried to get over the incredible fuck.
"Oh shit," groaned man three3, "Feels so good, think I'm gonna cum!"
He turned his head slightly and his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw Zatanna's naked crotch, tipped up at an angle, invitingly open and inviting to be fucked.
"SHIT!" he grunted and pulled his cock from Zatanna's mouth, at the same time twisting around and staggering forward across the stage.
He gripped his cock in hand and stopped abruptly, he closed his eyes and squeezed his cock, crying out through gritted teeth, "Noooo!"
And then he was shooting his load out, his sperm firing out of his cock and firing through the air, hitting the stage almost two feet past Zatanna.
"NOOOO!!!!" he cried, then dropped onto his ass and just sat there, a dull, uncomprehending expression on his face.
"Come on," gasped Zatanna, playing with her pussy, "Come on, I need more, who else wants to fuck me? COME ON!"
But of the nine she'd had access to, three were unconscious and the other six were lying on their backs or barely able to sit up, trying to get their breath back, their cocks limp between their legs.
The lust in their eyes was undeniable, boosted by the signal and strengthened by the large number of couples still going at it in the seats behind them, but their bodies were just incapable of following the minds instructions.
Zatanna felt a flare of anger at this limitation, and unbidden she called up a spell, even though she'd forgotten that she was capable of doing that.
"Er'uoy seidob era dezilataiver, rouy ygrene derotser!"
Instantly half-hard and limp cocks twitched, then rose up to full height, hard and ready again. The looks of exhaustion coupled with lust were replaced with just plain lust, and all five of her lovers (Howie had made his way into a threesome in the seats behind them) stood up and looked at her with smiles.
"Round two," grinned Zatanna, and spread her legs wider, "Ding, ding!"
Dick Grayson's home, Bludhaven, June 6th, 1:08 PM
At first they'd been content to roll around on the bed together, reveling in the feel of five naked bodies being all over each other. Breasts, thighs, asses, vaginas and one very hard penis slid over and against each other, connecting with mouths, hands, feet and other body parts.
Dick was loving the attention he was getting, having Starfire and Huntress run their arms loving over his chest, cooing about how muscular and attractive he was, their breasts pressing against his side, their legs parted on either side of his hips, the wet heat of their vaginas against his hips. Meanwhile, Barbara and Bette were down by his legs, their breasts rubbing against his legs, kissing up and down his thighs gently as they rubbed their pussies over his feet, occasionally pressing down against his big toe, letting out low groans of pleasure at the feel of his digit pushing up between their tight cuntlips. Their hands ran over the smooth asscheeks of Starfire and Huntress, also sliding their way between the two woman's legs, pressing up between Dick's hips and the heroines' vaginas.
"Kory, Helena, Babs, Bette," Dick moaned, "This is like a dream come true."
He slid a hand through Koriand'r's hair, which was so incredibly long that once, when they'd still been going out, she had gone out on the town with him naked, artfully holding her hair together with hairpins and belts to make it look like she was wearing clothes. That had been one of just many erotic experiences with her, something that he still missed. Lifting it up he sniffed at it, the fragrance and feel exactly as he'd remembered.
Kory slid her way down Dick's side, moving over his body so that her pussy left a wet, warm trail of her arousal against his skin. She slowly, lazily lifted her curved ass up from his belly and scooted back so that she was over his hard, erect cock, then lowered herself down.
Her eyes sparkled with joy as she felt Dick Grayson's cock enter her yet again, filling her up completely, joining with her perfectly.
A moan of intense pleasure rose up from between Dick's lips as he felt himself entering Starfire once again after all this time, and his eyes ran all over her delicious, naked body. Bette made her way up between his legs and moved her head in to the small space between Kory's ass and the bed, then gently slipped out her tongue and ran the tip along Dick's balls, making them tighten involuntarily. Flamebird continued to stroke her pussy up and down over Dick's thigh as she gently teased Nightwing's nuts with her tongue, even as Starfire began to slowly raise up and down on top of him, his shaft sliding in and out, in and out of her tight, juicy cunt.
Barbara and Helena moved up beside Dick's face, and suddenly he was having two sets of heroine's tits presented to him. He eagerly sucked in first one, then the other, and then alternated back and forth, his lips closing about the hard, erect nipples of the sexy women and suckling on them. Both women moaned happily, sliding their hands over and around his face, across his neck and chest as they hunched their vaginas back and forth across his flanks.
Barbara pulled one of her small, firm breasts from Dick's mouth and moved up onto her knees, then quickly straddled Nightwing's face, pressing the juicy heat of her vagina against his face and then applying pressure against his mouth as her hands gripped the sides of his head, allowing her to grind and twist her cunt about over his face as he eagerly probed and twisted his tongue about between her shaven cuntlips.
Hands grabbed Dick's arm and suddenly her felt a wet warmth engulf his fingers as The Huntress pressed his hand up against her cunt, holding him in place as she fucked her cunt against his digits, her tits bouncing up and down in place as she ground herself down onto his hand.
His balls were drawing up tight under his cockshaft as Bette continued to lick and slide over them. His eyes widened underneath Barbara's cunt as he felt a delicious, wet warmth surround one of his nuts, Bette was sucking one of his balls!
His cock swelled up inside of Koriand'r's cunt and she let out a moan of pleasure as she continued to ride his cock with maddening slowness, enough to drive his body wild with pleasure without dropping him over the edge.
So there he was, Dick Grayson--Nightwing--with four of the sexiest women in the world in bed with him. A beautiful alien who'd been the love of his life for years riding his cock while an old teammate pressed and slid her cunt about on his face, a more recent teammate fucked herself against his hand while another who'd been obsessed with him for years was sucking and tickling his balls with her mouth and fingers while her cunt rode up and down over his leg.
Barbara spun about on Dick's face so that she was facing Koriand'r, then leaned forward towards the sexy alien, who also leaned forward, and the two women instantly locked together in a passionate kiss. Barbara still held to one side of Dick's face as he munched away at her pussy, but the other slid between Kory's incredibly long hair to pull the alien closer, while the Tamaranean's own hands were all over Barbara's small breasts, cupping and fondling the former Batgirl's mammaries. Kory was much taller than Barbara, standing at six foot four, so her own large breasts were pushing against Babs' neck and the shorter redhead had to lean her face right up so that Kory could lower herself down into the kiss. But if they felt any discomfort in these positions, they didn't show it, in fact all five of them seemed to feel only pleasure, nothing but sexual desire and pleasure, as if there was nothing else in the world.
Nightwing could feel his cum. boiling up in his balls, his cock swelling again and again inside of Kory's cunt, sensations quadrupled by the feel of Huntress' cunt on his hand, Barbara's pussy on his face, Bette's cunt sliding over his legs as she sucked at his nuts and Kory's pussy swallowing his cock.
He began to thrust up against her cunt, no longer able to continue along with the slow, languorous fucking that Starfire had been giving him. The Tamaranean responded, hunching her own hips down faster now as her body began to jerk and shake involuntarily as her own orgasm approached.
Barbara was jerking about all over his face, grinding her cunt against his mouth and nose as her tongue slid in and out between Kory's lips. Her eyes widened suddenly, taking in nothing but the green orbs or Kory's own eyes as she felt herself cum. She didn't break the kiss with Starfire, in fact she kept her mouth locked to Koriand'r's as her cunt flooded copious amounts of juices out over Dick's face. This seemed more than Kory could take and she slammed her cunt down hard onto Dick's cock, her cunt clenching tighter than ever before around his fuckmeat as she too came, her cunt filling up with pussyjuice that was unable to escape with Dick's cock planted firmly inside of her.
Bette broke her mouth away from Dick's nuts and let out a squeal of passion that showed off her relative youthfulness compared to the others. She was only nineteen, after all, while the others were approaching their mid-twenties. Her cunt pounded down against Nightwing's knee and suddenly the glistening trail of her arousal was blasted away by huge amounts of cuntjuice, more than any of the others had so far created. Her sweating, heaving body jerked about insanely as she gave vent to her excited orgasm, her small breasts rubbing up and down over Dick's sheets, her blonde hair sliding up between Kory's asscrack, adding to the already considerable pleasure that The Tamaranean was feeling from her own orgasm.
"AHHH!" cried Huntress, throwing back her head and getting nearly four of Dick's fingers into her pussy as she too came, her hot juices flooding out over his hand and down his arm onto the bed.
And that was just a bit much for Dick to take, and he felt his cum erupt upwards and...
An undisclosed location, Metropolis, June 6th, 1:10PM
Lex looked down at the two women, who rolled about on the floor together, kissing passionately. Lois had her arms entwined through Lana's red hair while Lana's hands slid all over Lois' ass, cupping her tight little asscheeks as they slid their tongues over each other's, pushing through their lips and tasting the interior of their mouths.
Lex stood a few feet back, naked and clutching his cock in his hand. His entire body was free of hair, something he'd taken to doing after being brought back from the dead, so that no one could get hair samples to make clones of him, his main fear being Brainiac.
But he didn't give a shit about that anymore, all that interested him were the two sexy women rolling about on the ground before him, and just which one he was going to fuck first.
Hands slid up Lana's sides and with surprising strength, Lois was lifting her up onto the couch, grabbing the sides of her husband's first girlfriend's thighs and parting them. Lois' natural competitiveness played through even here, and she'd taken the dominant role over Lana, who was happy to be the submissive partner.
Lois didn't stand on ceremony, she didn't tease or play about, and Lana probably wouldn't have appreciated it if she did. Instead, the reporter just buried her face into Lana's crotch and ran her lower lip up between Lana's cuntlips, sucking in a good amount of the redhead's dripping juices.
Lex was using every single fiber of his incredible willpower to fight off the desire to just dive down there and fuck Lois' brains out. It was control that Lex desired more than anything else, and the knowledge that the sex would be better when timed right kept the signal from completely overriding his self control.
The sight of Lois' ass weaving about as she knelt on all fours before the couch, her head between Lana's outspread legs as she ate out the redhead's pussy was an incredibly erotic sight, and Lex knew it was now or never. Somehow he sensed that Lois' cunt would be screaming for cock, and the longer she went without it, the better it would feel when she finally got it. He moved forward, hand circling his penis, and slowly got down onto his knees, not making his presence known just yet, reveling in the moment of anticipation, knowing that any second now he would be sinking his cock into Lois Lane's cunt.
Lana moaned and groaned happily as Lois greedily chowed down on the wet, shaven snatch before her.
"Oooohhh, yes!" Lana cried out as Lois churned her face about into her rival's pussy, continuing to sucking and lick the other woman's tasty slit with lust-driven vigor.
Lex sat on his knees behind Lois' upturned ass, his fingers sliding between her snatch, teasing the reporter, who occasionally pulled her face from Lana's pussy to first command Lex to fuck her, and finally to beg him to put it in her.
That was what Lex had been waiting for, for Lois to beg for him to fuck her, and he was instantly moving, wedging the tip of his cock between Lois’ pinkly parted pussy-lips and rubbing the bulbous cockhead up and down between the delicious, inviting cuntlips. He pushed forward, entering fully into her flooding cunt, groaning as he felt the muscles of her cunts parting before his cock, Lois' lips buzzing into Lana's pussy as she felt the delicious sensations of a cock entering her cunt. But she squawked in confusion when she felt his cock pull back out of her, his cock exiting her completely, then pressing up against her hot, throbbing clit.
"Come on, Lex!" she groaned, pulling her dripping face from Lana's cunt, "Please, fuck me!"
Lex just smiled as he moved the head of his cock back and forth between her cuntlips, only penetrating her slightly, loving the feel of her pussy pulsating and crying out in need, desperately clasping down on the head of his cock, trying to suck him back inside of her. Lois' hips moved back against Lex's teasing prick in quick, humping circles as she frantically dived back between Lana's legs, tonguing the redhead's delicious little slit with a vengeance, as if trying to compensate for the desperate need between her legs.
Lana moaned and twisted her fingers between Lois' short brown hair, her mouth wide as Lois licked her tight cunt, eating up the juicy, glistening froth quickly from between the ex-Senator's wife's legs.
Lois couldn't stand it any longer, Lex's cock sliding up and down her pink, shaven little slit was too much for her and she tore her mouth from Lana's cunt, crying out her desperate need.
"Do it Lex! Please, do it now!!" she pleaded and begged with him, "I can't stand it any longer! I've got to get fucked! I've just got to get it, please! Put the fucking thing in and FUCK ME!!!!"
These were words no one had heard from her lips since her honeymoon with Clark, but they were the words Lex had been waiting to hear. Now he knew she was ready, that she would truly appreciate what he was going to give her. He took a second to reposition the head of his cock, then he grabbed her curved hips and lunged forward, cramming all of his cock into Lois’ pussy to the hilt.
"Oooohhhhh!!" Lois squealed into Lana's squirming cunt as Lex's cock sank balls deep into her snug, tight little fuckhole.
Lex had always known Lois would be a tight fuck, but this was still so much better than any of his greater expectations. It felt like his cock was buried balls deep into a hot, velvet vice, and he could tell from Lois' moans the way she twisted about before him that she was loving it too.
The reporter stabbing her tongue into Lana's oily slit with the same rhythm and beat that Lex was now using to fuck her, plunging her tongue deep into the redhead's pussy as Lex shoved his cock deep into her, pulling back as Lex pulled away, then slamming deep back in as Lex shoved forward against her ass once more.
It seemed to Lois as if her cunt was crammed completely and totally full of hard, Billionaire prick, and each time the head of his cock slammed between her cuntlips and pushed deep inside of her, a sharp, hard wave of sexual pleasure traveled throughout her entire body.
Lois was finding it hard to keep her mouth attached to Lana's cunt as Lex's strong, virile, cockmeat began to fuck her quivering, hungry pussy with long, deep and powerful strokes. She wanted to scream out her desire, to shout out a thousand obscenities, but somehow she wanted to make Lana cum, to make her orgasm, and she wanted her to do it before Lois herself came, still competing even now.
So she resumed her oral attack on Lana's snatch, licking away at the pink, glistening flesh of the other woman, slipping and sliding her tongue deep into the sexy redheaded woman's snatch. Lana squirmed her hips down against Lois' face, jerking and grinding her trimmed cuntmound against the Reporter's hot, probing tongue.
"Oh Lois, yes!" cried Lana, "Lick me! Lick my pussy! It's so good!"
Lex slid his hands down over Lois' sides and then under her, grabbing her firm, round tits in his hand and fondling and massaging them happily as he fucked in and out of her cunt.
As he continued to slam his prick deeply into Lois' cunt, Lana pulled her hands free from Lois' hair and ran them up over her own breasts, they were larger than Lois' which somehow pleased the redhead, and she happily fondled her own breasts, squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger as she humped her cunt up into Lois' face.
"Arrrhhhh!!" squealed Lana, releasing her breasts again as she felt a blast of intense passion wash over her and realized that this was it, she was cumming. Her hands left her tits and grabbed Lois' head again as she thrust her pussy up against Lois' face.
Lois felt Lana's thigh muscles tense and contract against her cheeks, she responded by grabbing the clit between her lips and began to suck the other woman's throbbing lovebutton in and out of her mouth.
Lana let out a loud, animalistic moan and squirmed her cunt down hard onto the Reporter's sucking mouth, pressing Lois' swirling, twisting tongue deeper than ever inside of her pussy as she came.
Lana creamed, her cunt filling Lois’ mouth with a virtual torrent of hot, juicy cunt-cream, which was immediately sucked up, Lois greedily swallowing every last drop that the redhead's flooding pussy had to offer.
As her climax wound down, Lana slowly let her ass drop back down onto the couch, her sopping cunt pulling away from Lois' juice-smeared face. She was totally exhausted, her body weak and fatigued, but she still wanted more, she wanted more sex, more pleasure.
Meanwhile, Lois was squealing like a stuck pig as she felt Lex's cock plunging in and out of her cunt faster and faster, harder and harder, shifting the angle of each thrust so that it rasped along her clit at different vectors, sending hard, fast and concurrent thrills of pleasure from her clit and out over her entire body.
The wife of Superman jerked and bucked her hips back to meet her husband's greatest enemy’s screwing cock, she gripped hard to Lana's thighs to hold herself in place as Lex fucked her in total abandon, only interested in his own pleasure now, just as she only cared about her own. His prick felt larger than anything she'd had before, although he was actually slightly smaller than Clark's member, and it was rubbing along her clit with every stroke as she squirmed her tight apple of an ass back against his thrusts, squealing and moaning as she approached her orgasm. She was free to let herself go now that she'd made Lana cum, and even now she made the occasional foray between the woman's legs, sucking up the last remaining dribbles of hot cuntjuice from the redhead's hot, steaming pussy.
Lois arched her back and pounded her hips back as Lex's cock penetrated her deeper and deeper, filling her up totally as he strained to get every last inch of his dick inside her sex-greedy snatch. Lex's hands were all over her breasts, feeling her up and making her cry out happily as he twisted his fingers about over her nipples and slammed his cock into her cunt.
Lois thrust herself back, impaling herself onto the billionaire's fucking cock as she gripped tightly to Lana's thighs.
As the arrogant villain fucked her, Lois wasn't even too aware that it was Lex Luthor fucking her, and yet she was intimately aware of this fact and somehow it made the pleasure greater, the taboo nature of this sex increasing her pleasure. This was a dichotomy that would usually intrigue her reporter's nature, but she didn't even think about it as she slammed back against her lover's fucking hips.
At the angle he was currently fucking her on, Lex's prick was rasped deliciously against the hard nub of her sensitive, erect clitoris, making Lois let out continuous and louder groans of pleasure, bucking her ass back against him, so close to orgasm she felt that each new stroke might put her over the edge.
"OH! Unghh!! YES!" squealed Lois, and came at last, letting out a series of grunts and squeals of passion as she ground her tight, gripping pussy onto the bald billionaire's drilling, jackhammering cock.
Lex continued fucking her as she came, slamming into her hot, flooding cunt and burying his prick ballsdeep in her tight little twat.
She slammed back and he slammed forward, both of them holding there, hips grinding against ass as he impaled her completely with his cock and ground against her quivering cunt.
"Gnnnngh!!" cried Lex through gritted teeth, throwing back his head and rolling his eyes back in his head. He slammed his hips hard against her tight little ass and came, shooting his sperm deep into Lois Lane's tight little pussy, which eagerly swallowed it up, clenching and sucking on his cock, wanting him in there indefinitely. She couldn't think past fucking, that was all that interested her, all that she wanted from him, Lana or anyone else. Anyone who wanted to could have her, she'd happily spread her legs for any man or woman, all that interested Lois Lane now was straight, hard sex of any sort, as long as she got off.
With a groan, Lex pulled his cock from her cunt and fell backwards onto the thickly carpeted floor, lying on his back and panting deeply, trying to catch his breath after that magnificent fuck.
Lois quickly moved up over Lana's body and kissed the redhead, who returned the kiss with unblunted passion. They locked lips and played their tongues over each other, exploring and tasting the other woman's mouth as their hands ran all over each other's body, exploring every crevice, nook or cranny.
"Come on, Lex," gasped Lois, pulling away from Lana for a second, looking over at the exhausted billionaire, "Join us, Lana could use some of that magic cock of yours."
Lex groaned, struggling to sit up. He grabbed his cock in hand and stroked it a few times, desperately trying to get erect again so that he could fulfill that request.
Because I'm not going to pass up this opportunity, he thought, stopping to peer up at one corner of the room, where the wall seemed completely normal, but hid a camera which recorded everything that was happening. He hadn't planned this to happen, but Lex Luthor believed in being prepared, and he meant to have a good time, a fucking good time.
Or was that a good time fucking?
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 1:10 PM Gotham Time
Barda lay on the research table, her yellow and blue chainmail armor lying forgotten on the floor, her legs spread wide as Steel fucked his cock into her cunt.
Big Barda was an incredibly beautiful woman, her fantastic figure usually hidden beneath her heavy, featureless armor, which also covered up her long black hair. While her facial features would never see her mistaken for Wonder Woman, her physical resemblance to the Amazon was unmistakable.
Tall, with large breasts and raven locks of hair, her body muscular without losing her femininity, she was an erotic sight that belied her great strength and warlike nature.
Now none of that mattered, because all she cared about was getting fucked, and fucked hard, and it was something Steel was more than willing to help her out with.
He remained in his armor from the chest up, but his legs and lower body were bare, revealing his dark, ebony skin and a long, uncut slab of cockmeat that had instantly shut up Plastic Man's ridiculous comments and jokes, which he had continued to make even after the signal hit.
Now Plastic Man was taking care of Catwoman and Maxima, who had made their way up from the Med-Lab and instantly caught Plastic Man's attention. Since Barda wouldn't let him near her even with the signal over-riding all her inhibitions, he'd been more than happy to deal with the two naked women.
Steel fucked away at Barda's pussy, which he'd been surprised to find was shaven around the cuntlips and trimmed along the swell of her cuntmound. He hadn't bothered to ask her about this, it was more a lingering remnant of his scientific curiosity, and it quickly faded as his cock pushed forward and entered her, parting her incredibly powerful cuntlips open and entered her, fighting to get each and every inch inside of her.
Barda moaned at the joyous, stretching feeling in her loins as she felt the swollen head of Steel's penis pressing up into her, his long thick cock making it's way inexorably up into the depths of her hungry, throbbing cunt passage. He lowered himself onto the sexy JLA'er, but she was easily able to take his weight, if she'd wanted to she could have thrown him across the room, but that was the furthest thing from her mind, in fact if anything she wanted to pull him closer.
She was skewered now to the hilt of Steel's big, thick cock, her cuntwalls aching more from desire than any pain from the thick, round pole of lusty, hardened flesh plunging between them. She'd already cum once just from having his cockhead slightly touch her engorged clitoris, and now she could feel another orgasm fast approaching. It was all the sudden unexpected sensations, the feel of his cock in her cunt, the stretching, burning heat in her nipples, the feel of his hips slapping against her open thighs as he thrust forward, added with the sounds of Catwoman squealing out in unbridled ecstasy and Maxima letting out low moans of need.
Barda let out a happy moan and moved about beneath him, not much, because a strange, heavy lethargy had come over her, a haze of erotic pleasure dulling her body's reactions and reflexes so that she was content to just lie still and be fucked.
Steel's facemask was capable of responding slightly to his own facial features, and so it was possible to pick up the barest idea of what his emotions were. All Barda could read from him was excitement, lust and need as he cupped her smooth, twisting buttocks, kneading her firm flesh as his impaling cock fucked in and out of her pussy.
Her pussy was growing wetter and juicier about Steel's cock, the loud sucking noise of his cock pulling from her cunt, then the slap of flesh against flesh as he plunged back in and their hips met, echoing back across the research lab as Steel slid out, then slammed hard back against her aroused cunt and clitoris.
A huge shudder rippled through Barda's entire body, shaking her large breasts, running down the base of her spine and causing a strange tingling in her asshole before spreading to her vagina and into her clitoris, which buzzed and seemed to swell so much that she felt that her lovebutton might explode.
Tiny whimpering noises began to escape Barda's lips, sounds she'd never make normally, but she'd completely fallen into sexual ecstasy, all that existed for her now was pleasure, the satisfaction of sex was all that she wanted or needed.
The building pressure of another orgasm moved throughout her body, making her tits seem to vibrate with sexual tension, running across her titflesh up to her nipples. Each time the fucking head of Steel's cock pounded into her cunt she felt more waves of pleasure run up through her crotch to join with the growing pressure in her upper chest, which she knew was a sign of a huge orgasm approaching.
Steel's cock seemed to swell bigger and bigger inside of her, and the whimper became a squeal as she flailed outwards with her arms and legs, her asscheeks skidding along the lab table with each surging thrust of her teammate's cock into her convulsing, clutching cunt.
Wave after wave of disorientation, dizzying relief rushed through her body with each thrust inside of her, making dark lights seem to explode before her eyes as moans of erotic desire and wonder escaped Barda's lips, her orgasm continuing to build long past the point she'd expect it to crest and fall. She lost all concept of where she was, forgetting the lab table beneath her, forgetting even Steel, feeling only his cock inside of her, fucking her towards a higher and higher plateau of orgasming pleasure. Almost in desperation her slick, satiny cuntwalls clasped tighter around her lover's enormous penis, warm liquid spreading out over his cock as it slammed into her widely stretched cunt, his meat being lubed up to make the fucking thrusts even faster, to allow her cunt to be stretched further.
"Ahhhhh!" cried Steel, his voice joining Barda's as she felt his cock slam fully inside of her and his cock begin to pump his sperm into her, pumping steady streams of his semen deep into the pink folds of her hungry, greedily sucking pussy.
He leaned over her, his broad chest pressing against her large breasts, squashing them against the unyielding metal of his chestplate as his cock jammed into her pussy, pressing against her clitoris, sending wilder waves of spiraling pleasure throughout her cunt.
She slammed her hips up against his exhausted, unresponsive ones as she desperately tried to bring herself off underneath him. But already she could feel the building orgasm disappearing and she let out a cry of anger that she wouldn't be able to get off.
"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!"
Her head twisted about to the side and her eyes grew wide as she took in the scene before her.
Catwoman lay on top of Maxima, apparently the catburglar had been kissing and embracing the powerful redhead while they slid their breasts over each other, while behind them Plastic Man had somehow split his cock in two and been fucking both women at the same time.
But they'd all stopped now, and all of them looked over at the person who had spoken, all of them shocked at his appearance.
Standing in the doorway to the research lab, dripping water, a strange looking, huge pink tentacle draped over one shoulder, his beard wet and bedraggled, cuts all over his body, was Aquaman.
He let the tentacle drop to the ground, it had clearly been cut off somehow and was only a small part of a greater whole, but even so it was roughly the same size of Aquaman himself, with puckered suckers the size of his upper body.
"I've been fighting off an invasion of giant squid in Atlantis for over a week," Aquaman growled, his eyes intense, "This is all that remains of the biggest one, their leader... I brought it up to get it studied, find out where they came from... because I'm damn sure they couldn't live in the sea for four and a half billion years without attracting at least a little attention."
He stepped over the tentacle and looked over the five different heroes, all of them naked except for Plastic Man, whose clothes were a part of his body.
"I called for help from The JLA on the second day, against my better judgement... but no one came."
"We sent a distress call for y..." started Plastic Man, then shut up when Aquaman threw an angry glare his way.
"And I get up here to find what? A fucking orgy!?!"
Steel struggled his way up, pulling out of Barda's cunt and getting shakily to his feet. His mind was still overridden by sexual need, but with his orgasm he'd regained at least some control over himself, even though it struggled against the need to get back on top of Barda and fuck her brains out again.
"We couldn't help ourselves, man," Steel moaned, "Something's wrong I guess, but I just don't care."
Suddenly Steel fell to the ground, lying there completely still, taken completely unawares by Aquaman's telepathic attack.
"You're being mind controlled," Aquaman spat almost contemptuously, "How fucking pathetic, is this The JLA or The Titans?"
He walked past Plastic Man, Catwoman and Maxima and placed a hand on Barda's forehead.
"I'm unaffected by whatever is controlling you," he said, "Probably because I'm capable of closing of my mind when necessary. I'm going to attempt to initiate a telepathic link, it's not really my thing, J’onnz’s much better at it than I am, and clear of you the control."
He closed his eyes and entered Barda's mind, then recoiled backwards and almost tripped over Plastic Man. His eyes came open, startled, and then a smile crossed his face.
"Aquaman?" Barda asked, wondering if the mindlink had worked, since she felt no different. She still wanted sex, and she wanted it now. Then she saw that the mindlink had worked, just not as Arthur had intended.
"Let's get busy, hmmm?" he asked with a grin, and began to pull away his green scaled pants.
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:15 PM
Dominic allowed himself a short, happy laugh as he felt a million billion seemingly unrelated events come together into the fruition of a plan that had been eons in the creation. He had worked so subtly at it, had been so patient, that not even The Dark Angel had been capable of catching on.
All over the world he could feel souls slowly coming closer to entering his dominion, already their values and their morals were being swept aside to allow sexual freedom. Next would come fighting and looting, people taking what they wanted, when they wanted it, with no regard for the wants of needs of anyone but themselves. Then would come the rapes and the murders, as the needs of some conflicted with the needs of others, then would the souls become his and he would be on his way to taking Hell for himself.
It was not from any sexual desire that he derived pleasure from watching The JLA'ers screwing each other, but from a gratification of the proving of his own superiority. As powerful as they were, they were his creatures now, and they would willingly do anything he commanded of them, in fact they would feel pain if they disobeyed him.
"Everyone is mine, now," Dominic whispered with a smile, then frowned slightly as he remembered that that wasn't exactly the case.
"Canary," he whispered, "Ahhh, I wonder how she is reacting to the signal? Jerking herself off? Perhaps thrusting her cunt against a stone... I think I'll have her join us."
He stood up and instantly was standing in the cell where he'd left Dinah, able to be anywhere because it was all his creation, a solid illusion that he could move about in at will.
His eyes narrowed when he saw the cell was empty, had the stupid bitch actually tried to get out, she would have been fried by the sentry outside instantly.
"Waste of good pussy," Dominic growled and pulled the cell door open, knowing the sentry would never attack him.
His eyes widened at the sight that greeted him.
The automatic sentry, a small metallic globe set into the wall with a small red sensor directly in the middle, lay on the ground amid a small group of stone debris. Set into the red sensor was, of all things, an arrow.
A green arrow.
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 1:15 PM Gotham Time
Aquaman let out a low groan of pleasure as he felt Barda's cunt spread open, ready to suck his cock into her pussy.
Arthur had decided that he deserved a sit down, so now it was him on his back on the table, Barda lowering herself down onto his cock and getting ready to fuck herself onto him.
Barda laughed happily as she felt the King of Atlantis' cock sliding up into her tight cunt. Her juices were already flowing steadily from her cunt from two previous orgasms, and so as she twisted and ground her hips about, his cock slid easily into her tight cunt, despite the tight fit.
She pressed her cunt squarely against his hips, his balls firm against her asscheeks, and then she pulled up, his cock leaving her juicy, gripping cunt before she slid back down and slapped against his hips, making his moan happily.
"You're a tight bitch, Barda," Arthur moaned, "I'm gonna enjoy fucking you."
"Yeah, me too," gasped Barda, either not noticing the bitch comment or not caring.
She soon had a steady motion as she humped slowly up and down on top of him, his cock pressing right up against her eager, shaven cuntlips as she pushed down and got every last inch of his large cock deep inside of her.
Aquaman moaned happily at the feel of Barda's delicious, hot cunt, marveling at the tightness of it about his cock. Whenever she pulled away he could feel the cool air around the cockshaft before it was replaced by a fantastic, wet heat as she plunged back down onto him, her large tits bouncing up and down before his hungry eyes.
She slid up and down his fuckpole, her ass slapping against his thighs, cuntwalls spreading open and allowing all of his cock to fill her up again.
Already the sensations that had faded after Steel had cum inside of her were coming back with a vengeance, and as her mind was enveloped in sexual need again she began to slam up and down on top of him, plunging her cunt up and down again and again, grinding her hips back and forth on top of him, juicy pussy rubbing hard against his crotch as she moved about on his cock, changing the angle of his cock's entry into her pussy so that his meat was rasping along her clitoris as it crammed its way back into her eager, greedy snatch, sending once again dizzying waves of pleasure throughout her sexy, athletic body.
A hand reached up and gripped one large breast, it was Arthur's one hand (the other having been replaced by a telepathically controlled trident) and it began to knead her tit roughly, eliciting moans and groans of passion from Barda. He twisted her nipple about between his thumb and forefinger, increasing the buzzing, vibrating pleasure running through her nipples.
Barda's pink, juicy cuntlips clung onto Arthur's cock as she lifted and plunged her ass back down, sinking down onto his cockshaft and grinding her cunt hard against his lap. She threw her head back, her eyes squeezed shut, and let out an animalistic cry of complete and total pleasure. Her hips slammed forward and back as she fucked him, her magnificent, curved asscheeks tensing and clenching with each downward stroke, causing her cuntlips to clamp and clutch onto his cock, the sides of his dick rasping along her cuntwalls as she lifted herself up and down again and again.
The powerful superheroine fucked herself harder and harder down onto him, her cunt gripping onto his dick with greedy, hungry desire, loving the feel of hot, hard meat inside of her.
"OH YES!!" Barda screamed, grabbing her other breast in one hand so that now both her mammaries were being groped and fondles. Her other hand gripped down onto her cuntmound, fingers on either side of his fucking cock as her thumb pressed against her clitoris, grinding the hard nub of her lovebutton, knowing the desperately desired orgasm was coming, and soon.
Barda's beautiful face was contorted in desire, one hand squeezing one tit as Arthur squeezed the other, while her other hand rubbed and pressed along her clitoris, her hips ramming up and down, pushing forward and back as her magnificent, sweating body shuddered and jerked about on top of the King of Atlantis.
Her cunt squeezed down on Aquaman's cock harder than it had yet, creating a groan of intense pleasure from Arthur as the friction of her cunt around his fuckmeat increased both the pleasure and the sensations running throughout his lap.
Barda squealed out a high pitched cry of pleasure that was completely out of character for her, "YESSS!!" she squealed, and her orgasm finally hit, her juices exploding out from around Aquaman's cock, tiny sprays of hot cuntjuice around her cockcrammed cunt firing out over both of their thighs and asses.
Barda ground her ass down against Arthur's hips, writhing about on top of him as she came happily, her body jerking about involuntarily, her hand gripping down hard on one big, fat breast while another finger was a blur against her clitoris.
"Ahhh shit!!" cried Aquaman and thrust his hips up hard, grinding against her spongy, juicy cunt as he blew his load, firing his spunk deep inside of Barda, his cum mixing with hers as she wound down from her orgasm.
Slowly the powerful heroine fell forward onto Aquaman's chest, one breast pressing against the warm flesh of his chest, the other pressing against the cool, unyielding metal of his chestpiece, which was necessary to hold his prosthetic in place. Her long, black hair settled against the crook of his neck and his chin and he felt rather than planned to lift his own hand up and gently stroke her smooth, raven locks. He wanted to fuck her again all ready, and knew that once she recovered from her own orgasm she'd want it as well, he just hoped that he'd be capable of performing.
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:18 PM
Dominic appeared in the throneroom, his face carefully held blank as he looked around the giant room.
At every possible entrance, windows, doors, even small cracks in the room were guarded by the shades of the fourteen scientists who'd helped him achieve his dreams. In the center of the room, Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash, Huntress and Green Lantern were engaged in an erotic orgy, while Martian Manhunter sat a few feet away, gently stroking his still limp cock, red eyes intently watching the others, apparently not even aware of Dominic.
Calm yourself, Dominic thought, It's probably some sad trick of Neron's, trying to knock you off balance in your moment of triumph.
But he couldn't get it out of his head. Not only was Black Canary gone, but his senses--which were attuned powerfully to the signal, which let him see what was happening to his victims all around the world--couldn't pick her up anywhere, and Dominic's reach extended even to The Moon.
Ridiculous, paranoid thoughts raced through his mind. What if this was all some trick of The JLA's to lull him into a false sense of security? Maybe it was some subtle maneuver on Neron's part? Had The Devil somehow surpassed him after all these years? Or worst of all, were his suspicions of Batman true?
NO! his mind screamed, I cannot second guess myself now, at the moment of triumph, as so many others have before me. Batman is just a man, Neron is a fool and The JLA is mine!
But for some reason, his thoughts continued to return to Batman.
Bruce Wayne was a man in serious need of medical help, someone who had never gotten over the pain of the loss of his parents, who had taken to dressing as a flying rodent and running around at night time fighting people who pretended to be Clowns and Penguins. He was nothing, just a latter day Wizard of Oz who used reputation and special effects to frighten the foolish and strike fear in the hearts of the superstitious.
So why are you scared of him, then? Dominic asked himself, hating the fact that he was asking the question at all.
Because Batman always wins, Dominic thought, Because despite everything I've engineered from behind the scenes to occupy The JLA, he's come through and helped them win. The Pale Martians, The Angel Invasion, The Key, The Rock Of Ages, Prometheus, Dr. Julius September, The Ultra Marines, The Shaggy Man, Solaris and Vandal Savage, in the end it had always been Batman, whether directly or indirectly, who had saved the day, when the more powerful Superman, Wonder Woman, Flash and Green Lantern would have failed.
But. I. Am. Different! snapped Dominic to himself, I am the oldest, wisest and most powerful of any they have ever faced, and I'll prove it now by doing something none have ever managed to accomplish.
"Superman!" he yelled, his voice--which Superman was programmed to obey in disregard of anything else--cutting through the lust fueled haze permeating his brain, "Now that my plan is complete, I have no further need of Green Lantern's power ring, or indeed of Green Lantern... kill him."
Superman's face fell, total confusion stamped on The Man Of Steel's features.
"K..kill him?" Superman asked, his hands on Wonder Woman's hips, his cock buried in her asshole, "Kill Kyle?"
"Yes," snapped Dominic, in no mood to have his orders questioned.
Suddenly Clark's face became hard, almost set in stone, and he pulled away from Wonder Woman's butthole, making her moan in disappointment, and then she squealed happily as The Flash zoomed away from Huntress, who had been giving him a blowjob while Green Lantern fucked her cunt, and instantly plugged the Amazon's ass again with his own cock.
"Kill Kyle," Superman grunted, and moved forward, his eyes dark and unreadable.
Dominic didn't expect Kyle to die, he expected Superman's mind to rebel and try to fight off the mental control Dominic had exerted over him via the incredibly advanced genanites that had invaded his bloodstream when he'd passed through The Joker's kryptonite forcefield. He would discover that this was beyond his capabilities, and his mind would fry and burn and leave him an indestructible corpse... and a corrupted soul at Dominic's disposal more powerful than almost any other in the history of the universe.
All Superman had to do was pull back with his fist, throw it forward and have it pause just half an inch behind Kyle's unsuspecting head, and then his mind would backlash against itself and The Man Of Steel would be dead.
Superman pulled back with his fist, threw it forward... and it paused three quarters of an inch behind Kyle's unsuspected head.
Held there by a powerful, green skinned hand around his wrist, clutching down with a grip more powerful than Superman had ever felt.
"No," The Martian Manhunter, still naked, said, "This madness has been allowed to go on long enough."
"What is this?" roared Dominic in disbelief, "Manhunter, release him!"
J'onn turned about and fixed Dominic with a stare of such unbelievable contempt that the villain actually took a couple of steps back. His heel hit the back of the step and he fell backwards, hitting the ground hard, his head lancing with pain as it connected with cold, unyielding marble. His eyes closed in agony and he felt a strange heaviness wash over him, then his eyes sprung back open and he realized that The JLA'ers could be on him any second. Completely shocked by this unprecedented turn of events, he leaped to his feet, drawing himself up with as much dignity that he could.
He was a little taken aback by the sight that greeted him, Kyle was still slamming his cock into Helena's eager pussy, her tits bouncing up and down, hair plastered to her forehead. The Flash was speed fucking Wonder Woman's asshole, ignoring the two most powerful heroes in the room, who were locked together in a test of strength, fingers locked together, arms locked over their heads, straining against each other, neither one of them giving an inch.
He felt a moment of thanks that they hadn't seemed to have noticed his momentary vulnerability, then decided that rather than attempting to retrain J'onn, he would just get him out of the way.
"How dare you question MY AUTHORITY!" he snarled, pointing a finger at J'onn, his eyes dark pools of unending blackness. At his feet, called up as if from nowhere charged rats, snakes and spiders, blindly crawling and slithering over each other and his feet, "If you think you have known fear before, you were mistaken!"
Fire burst up around Superman and The Manhunter's naked bodies, harmless to The Last Son Of Krypton but deadly to the last Green Martian. J’onnz’s eyes widened somewhat, but he didn't back away, in fact he seemed to increase the pressure he was applying to Superman. His teeth gritted and his skin caught on fire, but he didn't cry out and didn't attempt to escape the flames, instead he pushed back harder on Superman, whose eyes grew wide as he was pushed back several inches.
And then the flames went out.
"What is this?" gasped Dominic, then attempted to ignite the flames again... except nothing occurred.
"How can this be?" cried Dominic in total disbelief, never had his will been thwarted like this, not since he was overthrown from his seat on the Throne of Hell, before he'd even had a chance to warm it.
"Because I willed it to be so," said a new voice, a dangerous, dark voice that struck fear into Dominic's heart.
He looked up from Manhunter and Superman's struggle and took in the speaker, he felt his heart sink despite his mind's protests to the contrary.
Batman was back.
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 1:18 PM Gotham Time
Maxima wasn't having a good time.
Well, that wasn't exactly true, she was having a good time, just not as good a time as she could be having.
She had been really getting off on licking, rubbing, sucking and fucking Catwoman, and she'd also enjoyed it when Plastic Man split his cock in two and began to fuck her and her lesbian lover, then loved it even more when he split his cock again, this time so it was in four separate tendrils and began to fuck Maxima and Catwoman's cunt and ass simultaneously.
But she knew there was more, that she was missing out on something from this fucking.
Plastic Man seemed to sense this, and responded by increasing the size of the penises inside of Maxima's cunt and ass. Catwoman, meanwhile, was cumming her brains out, screeching like a cat as she thrust and pounded her hips up against Maxima's, then down hard onto Plastic Man's. Maxima wished she could get into it like Catwoman was, but what she wanted wasn't size or girth, but power. She wanted the raw unadulterated power she'd sensed in Superman, which had attracted her to him in the first place, but it was something Plastic Man didn't have.
She looked up at the table where Aquaman was slamming it to Big Barda for the second time, while Steel dragged himself up to the table and presented his cock to her mouth, which she eagerly took in. She had a sense that Aquaman had that power, although not as powerful as Superman, and could make her screech like a bitch in heat, but knew that Barda wouldn't take kindly to having her man taken from her.
So she remained on top of Catwoman, whose tongue was currently inside of Maxima's mouth, exploring her oral orifice, their large breasts sliding all over each other as their cunts and asses were fucked harder and harder by Plastic Man. She would just have to be content with a good fuck, rather than a great one.
And then a large, powerful hand grabbed her shoulder and she was being pulled up off of Catwoman, Plastic Man's cocks pulling loose from her cunt and her butthole.
"Wha…?" she cried, and found herself being held easily in the air by one hand, a hand belonging to a thickly muscled arm which in turn belonged to a naked, redheaded man who radiated waves of power.
"You want a fuck?" asked Orion, Son of Darkseid and The 'New God' of War, "Prepare to be fucked!"
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:19 PM
"GET HIM!" roared Dominic, pointing at Batman, who stood across the other side of the room, a tall pillar of black, his cape wrapped over his chest, head lowered so very little of his chin showed, making him appear to be nothing but white eyes within a field on impenetrable blackness.
The shades of fourteen dead scientists leaped at Batman from all across the room, their very touch meant death and no physical object could block their path.
Batman threw wide his cape, far wider that it should have been capable of opening and immediately the fourteen shades were lunging at his chest. He pulled his cape closed over his chest, pulling it tight against his skin, his grim experience unchanged.
"Wha... what!?!" cried Dominic in disbelief.
The Dark Knight Detective opened his cape up, eyes glowing white back at Dominic, and fourteen scientists fell out, lab coats, spectacles, bad hair and all. They were moaning, groaning and twitching in pain on the floor, but they were all alive.
"No," gasped Dominic, shaking his head, "That isn't possible."
Batman turned his gaze onto the other members of The JLA, Flash fucking Wonder Woman's asshole, Green Lantern fucking Huntress' cunt and Superman and Martian Manhunter both struggling to push back the other. The Caped Crusader frowned, then lifted one black gloved hand and snapped his fingers.
"Enough."
Suddenly, all of them stopped.
"Oh fuck, Diana, I'm sorry!" gasped Wally, realizing that he was buttfucking Wonder Woman.
"Oh," said Kyle, stopping mid-stroke into Helena's cunt, "Oops."
"J'onn?" asked Superman.
"I'm glad you've recovered your senses," The Martian Manhunter replied, releasing Superman's hands, "I would have been displeased to be forced to beat you senseless."
Superman just smiled, letting his hands relax, then he turned and glared at Dominic, his eyes glowing red.
"H.. how?" cried Dominic, completely taken aback at this huge reversal of fortune.
"Since when do I need a reason? An explanation?" asked Batman, "I am Batman, I always win in the end, I always find a way to defeat the odds, why do you find this so strange?"
"No..." cried Dominic in disbelief, "It can't just end like this! You can't just walk in and snap your fingers and eons of planning are ended! You CAN'T!!"
"I just did," replied Batman, and suddenly he seemed taller, more menacing, "I can do anything, I am The Dark Knight, The Caped Crusader, Batman, The Bat. I strike fear into the hearts of criminals, I bring justice to the impoverished, foil the plans of the unjust."
"I'M NOT SOME IGNORANT SAVAGE!!" screamed Dominic in a fury, snakes, spiders and rats bursting out of nothingness at his feet, small flames erupting on his clothes, not burning the material but flickering and twisting about like things alive, "I AM THE FIRST BORN SON OF HELL, NOT SOME SOCIALLY MALADJUSTED THUG LOOTING THE CORNER MARKET!"
A black gloved hand gripped his throat, Batman somehow covering the distance between them unnoticed, the two of them standing in the only clear area of the floor, the rest of the room covered with the vermin that had burst out from Dominic's fury.
"You're a thug with powers," replied Batman calmly, "A pathetic lesser demon with delusions of grandeur. The reason you've not struck until now isn't because you've been building up a master plan, but because you're scared of Neron, and the reason he hasn't noticed you is because you're beneath his notice, you don't even have a soul for him to corrupt!"
"THAT. ISN'T. TRUE!" roared Dominic and slammed one arm down onto the hand gripping his throat, bringing all his powers to bear on the single limb, which would not just shatter the bone beneath but vaporize it...but nothing happened.
Batman flung him back onto the ground before the Machine, tossing him away with contemptuous ease, as if Dominic was just another of the hired thugs that so many supervillians used.
Dominic slid along the marble, vermin parting before him, and rammed into the thrumming, vibrating Machine. At it's touch he felt his anger fade away, his rage disappear as the Machine reminded him of his plan, and how it was currently running towards fruition.
"You're wrong, Batman," Dominic laughed, staring up at the towering figure of The Dark Knight above him, "This Machine of mine can't be touched by anyone but me, and right now it's pumping a signal worldwide which is starting billions on the track to total corruption in MY name!"
And then, behind him, the Machine's humming vibrations coughed, spluttered and finally stopped.
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 1:21 PM Gotham Time
Orion pressed Maxima's back against the cool material of the lab wall, easily holding her up with one hand. The powerful fingers of his other hand roved down between her legs and cupped the rounded mound of her cunt. The redhead whimpered happily, strangely submissive in his hands, when usually she was much more involved in fucking.
Maxima threw her arms around the powerful JLA'ers broad, powerful shoulders and raised her legs up, spreading them wide apart so that he could enter her.
"Yes!" growled Orion, his teeth gritted into a fierce smile, "I am going to fuck you hard!"
He'd come through on a Boom Tube, ignoring the JLA Teleporter set up for him, and instantly been struck by the signal. He'd begun to tear his costume off, then his Mother Box had compensated for the chemical imbalance being created in his mind and he'd wondered what he was doing, until the signal pushed past this and recreated the imbalance, which the Mother Box compensated for again. Being constant, the signal continued to create an imbalance, while the Mother Box continued to compensate and readjust his mind. He'd gone from overwhelming lust to baffling anger, back to lust to angered confusion to outright calm to lust again, driving him wild as his mind was fucked around with. He'd taken to clawing at the air to try and stop the signal, but it wasn't something physical that he couldn't get at, unlike his Mother Box. Finally, in his desperation to stop the pain in his head, he'd ripped away the Mother Box and crushed it with one powerful fist, knowing full well his mind would be overwhelmed but not caring, just wanting the hurting to stop.
Now he pulled his hand from her cunt and took hold of his stiff, throbbing prick while the other slid under her and cupped her rounded ass, holding her steady against the wall.
Eager to get at her, Orion pressed his cock into the former member of the Justice League's waiting vagina, his thick slab of cockmeat feeding forward into her cuntlips. He forced his meat inch by inch into her juicy, tight cunt, his fierce smirk growing wider and wider as he pushed into the redhead's cunt.
"Tight!" he growled, spit flying from his mouth. His mind had become like an animal's, without the Mother Box to curtail his violent tendencies, and with the signal flooding his mind with the need for sex, he wasn't going to let anything stop him getting some pussy. He eased his big cock into her tight twat slow and steady, loving the feel of juicy cuntwalls parting before his cock.
He felt his cock swell as a buzzing, vibrating wave seemed to swell through his body, recognizing it on a primal level as his nerve endings prickled and shuddered in happiness.
Maxima's cunt was excreting copious amounts of cuntjuice as she responded to not just his cock, but the innate power she sensed in him, something that made him perfect to be her mate. It wasn't long before he was balls-deep into her tight, velvety cunt, groaning happily as his prick lodged fully inside of her snatch. Orion grabbed the cheeks of her firm, rounded ass and pulled back, then thrust forward deep into her again, making Maxima squeal like a stuck pig as she felt the fullness of his large, powerful prick shove it's way into her magnificent cunt.
Plastic Man's dick was nothing compared to this! she thought wildly, her mind gleeful, He could make it this big if he wanted to, but he could never match Orion's power, his strength!
Jerking and bucking her hips up to meet Orion's fucking, screwing cock, Maxima gripped onto his shoulders and let out intense, hard moans of ecstasy each time his big prick thrust forward, rubbing her clit with every stroke. She squirmed her ass about wildly onto Orion's large hand, which was almost able to cup both her asscheeks by itself. She arched her back and gyrated her hips as his cock penetrated her deeply, filling her totally as he strained to get every inch of his cock deep inside of her cock-hungry snatch.
Orion leaned forward, still grinning madly as he thrust hard up into her cunt, and captured one of her hard, stiff nipples into his mouth and began to suck on it, eliciting even more moans of pleasure to spill from Maxima's parted lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself down hard onto his fucking cock as she tried to bounce up and down onto his cock, giving it everything she had.
As the powerfully built redhead fucked her, Maxima couldn't help but wonder what another powerful man's cock--say Superman's--would feel like. Orion was big, and his cock felt wonderful fucking it's way into her cunt, but she knew from just a few hours earlier that Superman's cock felt better, just holding it in her hands had driven her wild.
Her mind paused quizzically for a second, why had she been in Superman's apartment that morning? How had she known where it would be? Every time she tried to think of the reason, she got a flash of a woman with purple hair and mocking eyes, but that was all.
Then Orion ground his cock hard against her clit and she forgot all about that, crying out happily as she fucked back down onto his thrusting, slamming cock.
Unexpectedly, Orion pulled her mouth to his and kissed her roughly, his tongue pressing into her mouth as his cock slammed into her cunt. After a moment she responded eagerly, pressing her own tongue forward across his own, tasting him, exploring his mouth as he
He held her hips with both hands and began to pull her down as he fucked up into her, moving away from the wall so that she could lean back slightly. This allowed him to shift the angle of his fucking thrusts into her cunt, and the upper ridge of his prick rasped gloriously against the hard nub of her sensitive clitoris. Maxima groaned loudly, bucking her hips against him, close to orgasm now, knowing one more stroke and she'd be there.
"Uhhh! YES!" she cried, "YES! FUCK ME, DO IT!!"
Maxima came, her mouth screaming out a quick succession of high-pitched moans and squeals, grinding her tight pussy hard onto the powerful man's cock.
Orion, of course, continued to fuck her as she came, slamming inside of her cuntlips, pushing into her cuntwalls, burying his prick deep inside of her tight little twat. He left his cock buried inside of her as Maxima--exhausted beyond belief, her mind a white-hot haze of sated, sexual lust--let her legs drop from around his waist and fall away, allowing Orion to hold her up in the air by the hips, her cunt impaled onto his cock as he shot his sperm deep up inside of her. Stream after stream of thick, ropey sperm.
He was still hard! Maxima felt her cunt quiver at the thought that maybe Orion could do this to her again, fuck her like he just had, raw, caveman sex that would blast her into the stratosphere of another fantastic orgasm.
"Orion," she whispered into his ear as he buried his face into the crook of her neck, "That was great, please... do it again?"
Orion lifted his head and looked at her, his face stoic, eyes cold and unemotional. She was taken aback, feeling a fluttery panic rise up in her chest.
Then his mouth broke open into another fierce grin, his teeth gritted together as if he was going to snarl and bite at her, but his eyes eager and excited.
"Fuck!" he grunted at her, "Good!"
And it was good, the second time.
The third time was better.
The fourth time the best, or so she thought.
Until the fifth.
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:27 PM
For nearly two minutes, Dominic had just remained with his back to the machine, his head craned around to stare at it, eyes wide in disbelief.
"H... how?" he gasped.
A clank sounded within the machine, followed by a mad, high pitched giggle.
"No," Dominic cried, shaking his head, "It's not possible, no one can touch it but me."
Another giggle, and then the sound of a small engine trying to start up, then the sound came again, then again until it finally turned over and a noise familiar to millions of suburbanites came through from the other side of this side of the Machine.
"A chainsaw?" asked Superman, glancing aside at Martian Manhunter, who shrugged. The other four JLA'ers stood slightly behind them, all of them still naked but too engrossed on Batman's confrontation with Dominic to worry much about it... Although Kyle couldn't help but glance down occasionally at Wonder Woman and Huntress' asses.
"Can't you see through it?" asked J'onn.
"No, either it's lead-lined or mystically shielded," Superman replied, "Although Batman doesn't seem to be very surprised."
With a grinding cry of metal on metal, sparks flew out from the Machine directly above Dominic's head. He spun about and backed away, coming up beside Batman without even realizing it, more interested in what was happening to his beloved Machine.
Quickly, with a noise that set Kyle's teeth on edge, a large square was cut out of the Machine, falling out and hitting the marble with a loud clang.
A long, lean leg passed through the square, the material of the pants purple, the shoe touching marble was purple as well.
"Interesting," muttered Batman.
"YOU did this!" snapped Dominic at The Dark Knight beside him.
"No, I didn't predict this," replied Batman, smiling slightly, "But it has a certain poetic justice, don't you think?"
"Now you should know, Dommy," laughed the unexpected newcomer, holding up the chainsaw and grinning insanely, "You just can't throw a party without inviting your old friend The Joker!"
Gotham Theatre, June 6th, 1:27 PM
"Yeah, um, we're real sorry lady," muttered one man, looking down at his bare feet.
"Save it!" snapped Zatanna, pulling on a pair of pants she'd found lying on the ground. Her own costume was ruined, torn apart before she'd been fucked eight ways to Friday by six men, and she had to improvise.
She pulled the belt tight, and the apologetic man had to bite back what had come unbidden to his mind. Wearing pants three sizes too big for her and nothing else, with her large breasts in view and her dark hair still sticking to her hair, all her visible skin glistening from her sweat, she was an incredibly erotic sight.
"I'm going back to my apartment," she growled, lifting up a flannel shirt and pulling it on, not bothering to button up, which just made for a more erotic sight, because when she moved about her breasts came into view, and her nipples had become erect from brushing against the material. "I'm going to pack my bags, cast a spell to make sure I don't get pregnant, then get the hell out of this city!"
She stormed past the five men, heading towards the exit where most of the people had already left, most embarrassed and running after the signal had abruptly stopped and left them clear to think again. Suddenly she stopped, twisted about and eyes the men dangerously.
"And if any of you dare breathe a word about any of this, I'll see to it that you wake up singing soprano... and believe me, I can make it happen!"
She twisted about and walked out with dignity and poise.
None of the men had the courage to tell her that the pants she was wearing were split in the seat and they could see a good deal of firm, swinging, naked ass.
Dick Grayson's home, Bludhaven, June 6th, 1:27 PM
Dick sat up in his bed, alone, with his own cum and nobody else’s all over his chest and the sheets.
"A fucking wet dream," he muttered to himself, "Haven't had one of those in years."
He got up, pulled the sheets off the bed, rolled them up, threw them into the hamper and slumped back down on the bed, falling instantly asleep again.
He would probably hate himself the next day when he found out that he could have had guilt free sex with anyone he wanted to and had wasted it on a wet dream.
Que Sera, Sera.
An undisclosed location, Metropolis, June 6th, 1:27PM
Lois buttoned up her suit jacket.
"Ahem," she coughed slightly.
Lana pulled her skirt up over her hips.
"Heh," she started, then blushed furiously and looked down at the ground again.
Lex checked his tie in the mirror, whistling merrily.
"Not a word of this, Luthor, to anyone, ever," Lois growled.
"Of course, Ms. Lane," replied Lex with a smile, "Or should I call you Lois, we're certainly on somewhat closer terms with each other now."
"Not a word, Luthor!" she repeated, scooping up the documents that he'd provided, "To anyone!"
"Of course," he replied, still smiling, "I won't tell a soul what happened here today."
He cocked an eye at the corner of the room where the hidden camera was situated, smiling as the two women left the room, ready to head up in the lifts and go back to the Daily Planet.
Of course, you didn't say anything about not showing anyone, did you, Lois? he thought with a smile.
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 1:27 PM Gotham Time
Barda, Steel, Aquaman and Plastic Man lay on the floor, unconscious and naked.
The price of trying to pull Orion away from Maxima.
The two redheads were going at it like animals, fucking each other with hard, pounding thrusts of hips against hips, both of them moaning and crying out in ecstasy.
Catwoman lay on the lab table, legs spread as she jerked herself off happily, content for the moment to watch Orion fuck Maxima hard, but already making plans to seduce him.
She knew that the signal had finished, the overwhelming lust in her mind had been taken away, but she'd already decided that she was having too much of a good time to let a little thing like that stop her. It was going to be a good day.
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:30 PM
"Why," Dominic hissed through gritted teeth, "Why Joker, don't you realize the world could have been ours!"
"Of course I do!" laughed The Joker, "Don't you get it, Doms? That's the JOKE!!!!"
"The joke?"
"Yesssss!" laughed Joker, "I saved the world! ME! The Joker, The biggest psycho of them all! hahahah!!! Not The JLA! Not Batman, but meeee!"
"How did you get here, Joker?" asked Batman.
"Oh Bats!" cried The Joker, throwing his forearm to his head in mock dismay, "The devil made me do it!"
"Neron," said Batman, nodding his head as if in grim satisfaction.
"That BASTARD!" screamed Dominic, slamming his fist into the ground, melting marble into slag, "It'll take me years to redesign another machine that mixes magic and technology so well."
"No it won't," replied Batman, "You won't get another chance, your career in corrupting souls ends here."
Dominic swung about, forgetting Joker momentarily as his anger built at been talked to cavalierly by, of all things, a human! He swung one white-hot fist at Batman, who easily dodged aside from the blow, lifting his cape open wide.
"You ignorant animal!" screamed Dominic, all subtlety and genius gone in his rage, "I'll tear your soul apart with MY TEETH!!!!"
He launched himself at Batman, but instead of getting closer, the interior of Batman's cape just got wider and wider, larger and larger before his startled eyes. Before he could react, he was surrounded by blackness, deep, impenetrable blackness.
He was floating in some kind of anti-limbo, eternal darkness instead of eternal whiteness, the dark nothing so huge and unrelenting that it was almost a physical thing.
He lashed out at nothing, screaming in mindless rage, then forced himself to calm down.
"Relax," he said, "Think, act, don't react."
He willed himself to be teleported to the apartment where he'd seduced Dinah, from there he could make his way to a place where he would be safe from everyone, Neron included.
And his face slammed against some kind of hard, unyielding and invisible material.
His eyes grew wide as he saw the giant face looking down at him from the other side of the material. It was a long way up, far up a long, long arm of white flesh.
"YOU!" he cried in disbelief.
"Yes, me," replied Morpheus, The Sandman, and leaned forward so his face filled Dominic's entire world, "One of The Endless, one older by far than even you."
"Why, I never threatened you," cried Dominic, "What do you care if I corrupt the souls of Earth and take Hell as my domain?"
Suddenly an image filled Dominic's vision, a vision of himself, face bloodied and battered, shoving Batman against a steel rail and screaming directly into his face.
"I am The First Born Son Of Hell, I am going to corrupt each and every soul on this planet, Dark Knight, and I am going to let you watch me do it. I will destroy everything good about this miserable planet, I will take away their hopes and their dreams, hell! When I rule in hell I won't even let them dream... it'll be an eternity of misery for them, working under me! I am not scared of anyone, especially not you, dammit! I scare Neron himself! Do you really think I could be defeated by the likes of you!?!"
"This Batman sought me out in my realm," Morpheus said, reappearing, his face bland, as if Dominic wasn't really worth all this attention, "Quite an impressive feat, he shouldn't even know I exist, let alone how to contact me."
His face was everywhere, nowhere Dominic turned his panic gaze was Morpheus not, "Dreams are my domain, Child Of Hell, and no one may cull from my herd, not even by so paltry an amount as a few billion souls."
The Sandman turned about, his black cloak twisting about and revealing a cosmos inside its folds, and tossed the globe containing Dominic almost indifferently into the chest off to his side. The globe lay next to countless others, including one holding a fearsome, starfish like creature known as a Star Conquerer. Dominic beat his fists upon the glass of the pitch black globe in sobbing fury, bringing all of his formidable powers to bear and not even putting a smudge on the inside of the glass.
For all his plans, all his subtle maneuvers over countless eons, he'd been undone by a throwaway comment made in the heat of anger to a human of little to no consequence.
Gotham Water Processing, June 6th, 1:35 PM
"All of that was a dream?" asked Kyle, confused.
"A waking dream," replied Batman, "The Children Of Hell don't sleep, but they can dream, when he fell over and hit his head, it was the opening Morpheus needed to put him to sleep, albeit mentally. After that, everything that happened wasn't real, but at the same time, it was.
"My head hurts," said Wally.
"You're all naked," laughed The Joker.
"What are we going to do about him?" asked Superman, pointing at The Joker. Batman turned to look at his arch-nemesis and frowned slightly.
"Explain yourself, Joker."
"Neron was shitting himself, Bats!" laughed Joker, "He got so desperate to off Dommy that he gave me superpowers and hoped that I'd find a way to throw a monkeywrench into the works, hahahahahahahaha!"
"A desperate gamble," said The Manhunter with a nod, "The Joker's unpredictable nature was possibly the only thing that could have put off Dominic's meticulously designed plans. Neron knew he couldn't outsmart his rival, but he hoped to ruin his plans, or at least stall them."
"And now," laughed The Joker, "There's nothing that you guys can do to stop me, I've got powers for 24 hours, Neron promised! And I can teleport out of here anytime I want to, anyplace! I could go to a volcano and sleep in the lava if I wanted, cuz I made myself invulnerable to physical pain of any sort! That's how I got into the Machine without dying, hahahahahahaha!"
Batman held up a gas canister and sprayed it into The Joker's face. The Clown Prince of Crime let out a low groan and fell to the ground, unconscious.
"That'll put him out for at least an hour," Batman muttered, "We can get him sedated at The Watchtower after that, and when the 24 hours are up we'll send him back to Arkham."
"Um, guys," said Wally, blushing slightly as he felt his cock beginning to twitch slightly, a result of being so close to two incredibly beautiful and naked heroines in The Huntress and Wonder Woman, "Could we, um, get dressed?"
JLA WatchTower, The Moon, 4:00 PM Gotham Time
Orion nursed his jaw angrily but said nothing, the new Mother Box that Barda had retrieved from Apokolips calming him enough not to attack Wonder Woman, who had leveled him with one blow after he refused to stop screwing Maxima.
"Okay," said Superman to the assembled JLA, "We have a problem, that being, just how do we deal with the ramifications of what happened here?"
The entire JLA were assembled in The Hall Of Justice: Superman, Batman, Flash, Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Aquaman, Steel, Big Barda, Orion, Plastic Man, Huntress, Zauriel, and, in hologrammatic form, Oracle.
The runes holding Zauriel and Supergirl in The Aerie had cracked and broken all of a sudden, and suddenly they'd been no longer in Limbo, but back in Los Angeles.
He and Supergirl had said an uncomfortable goodbye, each unsure how to deal with their obvious attraction towards each other. Then he'd headed up to The Moon to try and figure out what had happened, and had been rather relieved to discover that The JLA had dealt with the problem effectively enough without him.
"We have to organize some kind of press conference," Superman said, "Explain just what happened, there are a lot of confused people out there, it's not every day that the world suddenly starts having sex at the same time."
"Is that such a good idea?" Batman asked, loudly enough to have all attention focused onto himself.
"I don't understand, what do you mean?" Superman asked.
"Are you really suggesting that we tell the world that a demon from Hell drove everyone into wild acts of sexual deviancy so that he could corrupt their souls enough to lead a revolt against Satan and take over Hell?"
"When you put it like that Batman, it hardly seems..."
"That's the way it'll be seen, Superman, whether you put it another way or not. Think for a second of the ramifications of such an act, can The JLA really be allowed to validate one religion over another? Won't that lead to worse acts of violence by other, extreme religious sects on another, will The JLA be seen as a proponent for one Church over another and opponents to others?"
"On the subject of religion..." started Zauriel, but Batman cut him off.
"What about copycat crimes after this? If another scientist gets the idea in the head, what's to stop another Sphere being made? We've already destroyed the prototype that Dominic stole, do we want more made? And used on cities? On towns? Can you imagine if it got used in Washington D.C? The President is already trying to destroy the tapes taken at the press conference earlier today when he was filmed in a threesome with the First Lady and that Monica woman."
"Are you suggesting we lie?" asked Superman.
"I suggest we omit certain facts," Batman replied, "Telling the whole truth would only do unnecessary damage."
"Then what do you suggest?" asked J'onn.
"That The Joker took over a series of military satellites and bombarded the Earth with a inhibition shattering broadcast signal derived from psychotropic drugs developed by The Key. The machine he was using overloaded while The JLA was attempting to stop him and the ensuing explosion wiped out all traces and records of the signal and the drugs."
"But The Joker saved the day!" cried Superman, "If anything, he's to be commended!"
"He did them for his own reasons," replied Batman, "Reasons far from noble, I can assure you. Dominic meant to see him dead, and in a Hell ruled by Dominic, The Joker wouldn't last very long... Believe me, he'll be more than happy to take the blame, he'll take it as the greatest joke of all, he saves the world and gets condemned for it."
"I find it just a little creepy that you'd know how he thinks, man," Kyle said.
"If you want to defeat your enemy, you have to know how they think," Batman replied.
"I don't like the idea of lying to the public, Batman," Superman said, his face grim, "I think we should tell them the truth."
"Fine," said Batman with a dismissive wave of his hand, "While you're at it, mention the seventy or so Pale Martians living disguised as humans on this planet. Tell them that they're all as powerful, if not more so, than yourself and that they'd never be able to tell them apart from regular people."
"This is hardly the same," growled Superman, "We..."
"We could argue this all day," interrupted J'onn, "I think it would be best to put the matter to a vote."
"I agree," said Kyle, then recoiled slightly when all eyes turned on him, "Uh... I mean, you know, let's all have a say in this, you know, and, uh, then we'll feel a bit better, because it's our decision to, you know."
Superman hesitated, then nodded, "Very well, we'll vote, each one of us, say truth or lie."
"And say what you truly feel is right," said Batman, "Not what you think we want to hear."
"In the event of a tie, I get deciding vote as Chairman," said Superman, he looked over at Batman, "Any objections?"
"None," replied Batman.
Oracle started.
"Lie," she said, her hesitation to say something else afterwards hidden by the fact that she was seen only as a hologrammatic face in the middle of the meeting table.
"Truth," said Green Lantern, "Bats... I," Batman held up a hand, signaling for silence, and Kyle held his breath.
"I'm with crabface," said Flash, "Truth."
"Crabface?"
"Shhhh," whispered The Fastest Man Alive with a smile.
"Yes, truth," said Zauriel simply, leaving it at that.
"Lie," said Plastic Man, and clicked his tongue against the top of his mouth, "Lalalalalie."
Big Barda hit him on the back of the head in irritation, then cast her vote, "Lie."
"Lie," grunted Orion, then went back to nursing his jaw.
"Truth," said Wonder Woman simply.
"Yes, truth," Steel echoed.
"Lie," said Aquaman grumpily, still more than a little pissed off that no one had paid any attention to his problem with the giant squid.
"Lie," said Huntress.
That left Batman, Superman and The Manhunter.
"Truth," said Superman, his eyes twisting to look at Batman.
"Lie," replied The Dark Knight, looking straight ahead at nothing.
"What's the score?" asked Kyle.
"7 to 6 to the liars, with one vote to go," said The Flash, looking over at Martian Manhunter.
Superman smiled, relieved that things were going his way, J’onnz’s vote would make it a tie and then Superman could make the Chairman's decision, to tell the truth.
J'onn sighed, bringing a hand up over his eyes.
"Lie."
JLA Watchtower, Teleporters
"Diana, I am sorry," J'onn said to Wonder Woman, catching her at the teleporters.
"Hmm? Sorry?" asked Diana, turning about, "J'onn, you don't have to apologize for voting to lie, it was your judgement that that was the best course of action."
"Not for that, Diana," said J'onn, "For what happened between us at The Water Processing Plant."
"Forget it," Diana laughed, a little uneasily as she remembered how she'd so gleefully allowed J'onn, Clark, Wally and Kyle to fuck her in every hole she had short of her belly button while she'd humped all over Helena. There were still a lot of issues to deal with over that particular scene alone, let alone all the others that had been projected over her while in the Sleeper Tube, "We were all being mind controlled, we had little choice in the matter."
"That is why I'm apologizing," said J'onn, actually looking guilty, "I was never under mind control."
"What!?!"
"I resisted Dominic's attempts to feed his mental conditioning to my mind, but eventually realized I would be better served by altering my own brain patterns to make it look like I had fallen under his spell. When the signal hit, I reconfigured my brain to compensate for the chemical imbalance created by it, I was never under any control."
"You were never being controlled..." whispered Diana, her eyes half closed.
"Diana, I'm sorry," said J'onn, and reached out to take her shoulder, but the Amazon pulled away angrily.
"Don't touch me! You were never under mind control, and you put your dick in my mouth!"
"No!" cried J'onn, "I didn't!"
"Excuse me!" cried Diana, "I think I remember having an eleven-inch long, green penis inside my mouth!"
Suddenly just what she'd described was pointing at her eye, and she recoiled back. J'onn had turned one of his fingers into a penis, pointing directly at Wonder Woman's face.
"I am a shapeshifter, Diana," J'onn said, reforming his finger back into a finger, "I extended the lower part of my leg up into a reasonable facsimile of a penis and put it in your mouth in order to fool Dominic into thinking I was completely subjugated to his will. I awaited a moment to strike, but Batman showed up first and I did not have to."
"I had a leg in my mouth?" asked Diana, a confused smile appearing on her beautiful face.
"Yes, Diana."
"That's why you didn't cum."
"Hmmm?"
"I noted it at the time, you said you'd have to wait to do me again, because once you'd cum you couldn't get it up again for a while."
"A necessary lie," J'onn replied.
Diana laughed, "Haha, oh geez J'onn, you don't have to apologize for doing the right thing! Believe me, I appreciate you doing it, it's much better to think that I was sucking on your leg than on your penis."
J'onn allowed a slight smile to cross his lips, the two of them began walking towards the teleporters.
"But J'onn, eleven inches, I thought you above that kind of thing!"
"Hmmmm?"
"Exaggerating your manhood."
"Oh, Diana," sighed J'onn.
"What?"
"I shortened it just so Dominic wouldn't think I WAS exaggerating."
JLA Watchtower, the Monitor Womb
"This isn't over," Superman said.
"Clark, you're not still worried about the vote, are you?" asked Batman.
"I'm sorry, Bruce, but the world doesn't revolve about you."
Batman allowed a smile to cross his lips, then resumed his grim expression and turned about from the monitor he'd been viewing, a news article on WGBS about how The Joker had taken over a series of military satellites and bombarded the Earth with a inhibition shattering broadcast signal derived from psychotropic drugs developed by The Key. The machine he'd been using had overloaded while The JLA was attempting to stop him and the ensuing explosion had wiped out all traces and records of the signal and the drugs. Currently Green Lantern and The Flash were answering questions at a press conference, Superman had refused to front the conference and Batman was still considered somewhat of a menace by the public, so the two young faces of The JLA had been picked.
"What do you mean then?" asked Batman, turning down the sound as Kyle struggled to sound confident answering questions, "It's not over."
"There are some unanswered questions," Superman said, "The chief among them being what happened to Black Canary."
"Agreed," said Batman, "Conner said he wasn't involved in getting her out, so who does that leave?"
"Oliver?"
"Possibly, his body was never found."
Superman sighed, "I can't see why he would fake his own death, perhaps Dinah escaped herself and left the arrow to screw with Dominic's head?"
"I don't think so," replied Batman, "If she did have a green arrow, whether as a momento or not, I doubt she could have hidden it anywhere on her body... remember, the last time we saw her she was naked and willing to submit to Dominic's every command, and Huntress tells me that she was practically nude when he threw her into the dungeon."
"It's a problem for tomorrow, I think," Superman muttered, "I'll search the world, look for any sign of them, but I think that if Ollie does want to remain hidden, not even I could find him."
"There's nothing left for him here anymore," Batman said, "With Dinah he's got all that he would want, he's certainly not going to do Conner any favors by coming back."
"And what about Catwoman?" Superman asked.
Bruce sighed, the sometimes heroine, more often villain had slipped out through the teleporters when they had returned from the Water Processing Plant. Maxima had gone home as well, agreeing to return to undergo a battery of physical and psychological tests to see if any of the mind control Circe and Dominic had exerted over her still remained at all.
"Don't worry, she'll seek me out soon enough when she remembers The Joker blew up her house. I have a feeling Dominic jarred loose something inside of her, I hope it doesn't turn out to be detrimental to us all."
The Dark Knight made to turn back to the Monitor, but Superman had one more question.
"Batman.... Bruce?"
"Hmmmm?"
"I...I was unfaithful to my wife, Bruce, I've had trouble thinking of anything else and... and I still think about Diana, about how she felt, how she was."
Batman moved forward and placed a hand on Superman's shoulder, "Clark, you had no choice in the matter, and it's opened up some attraction issues between you and Diana you tried to bury a long time ago. I doubt it's any consolation, but your wife is part of the world, the signal hit her, I doubt she'll be in any position to get angry over infidelities."
"You're right," Superman sighed, "Intellectually, I mean, although I still have trouble dealing with this emotionally... But I suppose I'll get through it."
He turned around and made to leave, then turned back.
"Batman, you resisted the signal, how?"
Batman grinned.
"A mixture of blocking signals in my cowl and later on some intervention from Morpheus... but most of all, I guess it's a lack of sexual desire for an elderly butler that did the trick."
Superman stared at him blankly for a few moments, then laughed out loud.
"A joke? Bruce, there's hope for you yet?"
He left, and Batman smiled as he turned back to the monitor, where Wally was making funny faces behind Kyle as he tried to explain how they'd found The Joker's hideout.
"Hope for me, yes," The Dark Knight muttered, "But these two just might be lost causes."
Gateway City, June 14th, 7:00 PM
"Look at her," chuckled Circe, staring at the globe, where she could see a woman leaving the Gateway City Museum of Cultural Antiquities, her lectures under her arm, "So noble, she's valiantly repressing all the sexual misadventures she's had."
Cheetah pulled her face out from between Circe's naked thighs, her face covered in sticky juices, "What a waste of fucking time," she growled, then buried her face back into Circe's cunt again.
Letting Cheetah convince her to ditch Dominic had been the best thing the sorceress had ever done. She'd argued that The JLA always won in the end, so all she had to was leave and trust that Dominic would be beaten. After that, The JLA would be left, still standing but weaker than ever.
"Wonder Woman will be the first," Circe chuckled, then moaned as Cheetah's talented tongue slid up between her cuntlips, sucking out the purple haired villainess' cuntjuices, "Shall we play with her a bit first?"
Cheetah pulled her face from Circe's pussy, "Heh, let's rub our pussys on either side of her face, fuck her all over, eh?"
"Yeah," grinned Circe, "I like the sounds of that."
Cheetah already had her face back between Circe's thighs, the Sorceress gave up trying to keep an eye on Wonder Woman, turned around and buried her own face into Cheetah's own pussy, loving the feel of fur against her skin.
She'd leave the planning until tomorrow, right now she was just interested in a little good loving.
Of course, she'd been putting things of until tomorrow for over a week now.
Arkham Asylum, June 17th, 6:37 PM
Since that night, nearly two weeks ago now, she'd been having strange thoughts, weird dreams.
The signal had affected her just as much as everyone else, but she'd been alone when it hit, and she'd been up for close to 40 hours, studying up on case notes to prepare a report for Dr. Arkham. She'd been reading all about The Joker, the serial killer who most fascinated her, his murders, his obsession with The Batman, his twisted, insane outlook on life.
The signal had hit, she'd been pitched into a feverish montage of dreams, sexual fantasies and desires revolving around The Joker, his chalky white skin, his green hair and huge, repelling grin.
When the signal had been stopped, ironically enough by The Joker, though she was not to know that of course, she'd been left lying on her stomach, hands cupping her asscheeks as she madly humped against the edge of the coffee table, all her notes and documents lying about on the ground.
Now she found herself dreaming about The Joker nightly, now she found herself oddly turned off by men she'd once found attractive. Their skin was too tanned, their hair too dark or blond, their mouths seemed small and pinched, humorless.
Yesterday she'd received a phone call from Doctor Arkham, informing her that she'd be allowed a very brief visit with The Joker, her research would be, after all, incomplete without meeting the man himself. He was currently in a maximum security cell, separate from all the other prisoners due to the worldwide affects of his last scheme, which he still jokingly referred to as 'The Best Plan I Never Came Up With,' before bursting into insane, nerve wracking laughter.
Except she found it soothing, almost... sexy?
She'd gotten dressed up today, still wearing a lab coat, underneath she wore tight, smart clothes that showed off her sexy figure, her hair was done up and she'd put on make-up. She just hoped that no one else noted this and didn't allow her to complete her visit. She just had to meet The Joker. She HAD TO!
"Hope you're ready, Puddin'," she chuckled, looking at herself in the mirror and liking what she saw, "Because your life is never gonna be the same after me!"
And with that, Dr. Harley Quinzel skipped happily out of her apartment, onwards to a date with destiny.
THE END
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