Pheromone Part 2

Pleasant Dreams

Wednesday:

Paula Norman, Connie's mom, smiled as the school bus pulled away with her younger children and leaving her alone in the house. She looked into the wall mirror near the front door to check herself before leaving to make sure she looked her best. If she was going to lock in husband number 4 before they ran out of money she needed to get cracking. It wasn't easy being the town slut, but it helped pay the bills. Not all of them. Not with 4 kids in college, even if one was there on a full scholarship.

She thought she was all set with Charlie. After loosing husband number one to cancer and number two killed in an accident in the military she figured an accountant was safe and would provide for the long term, but the damn drunk a half year earlier took him out of the picture. All three husbands had had some money, and life insurance, but they kept getting killed or sick.

Today she was off to a job interview, yeah right. Mr. Dean was the 66 year old owner of Dean construction, and his wife had died 6 months earlier after a long bout with breast cancer. Interview for a job and get a husband was her plan. The two of them would talk about loosing their soul mates and bond. She'd make it easy for him to get her into bed, then she'd have Connie help seal the deal. He'd have a younger attractive wife and a hot and young stepdaughter willing to bed him too, and he'd provide for the rest of her life. Mr. Dean was worth more than a few bucks, with him she could be hitting the jackpot.

With the insurance money almost gone and after giving him plenty of time to properly mourn, it was time to get cracking. His secretary retiring was just the opening she needed. At 41 Paula was no spring chicken, but she could give most 20somethings a run for the money she figured. She was in good shape and had always controlled her diet. At 5'7" she was still just 130 pounds, her ass still looked great and her DDS were still fairly firm, considering she had 8 kids.

Today she was dressed in a woman's business suit. Pinstriped mini skirt, high heels and sheer nylon stockings, a jacket that was tight across the chest and a white blouse that if the light hit her right would be fairly see through. After shaking hands she'd unbutton the jacket and sit so as the light coming through the windows would hit her. The lace bra under her blouse would give the man a view of her areolas. And she'd adjust her sitting position a few times, quickly flashing him her matching lace panties. To her this was going to be easy.

With money running out it was time for another husband. She was from a generation where the men went to work and the woman took care of the family and the house. She had no intention to take a job at this point in her life. She had the insurance money and was making extra on the side, and once she was married again her side career would again be reduced. Like she was teaching Connie, a man's income can only go so far but he expects steak regularly. "Have a few guys on the side to supplement the family income. Most fights in a marriage are about money. Quietly bring in that extra income on the side and everything will be smoother." she'd tell Connie. Getting paid for sex was much better than holding down a regular job. She had 4 kids in college, three under grads and one in med school. Two were out of college, one working in Metropolis and the other in the military as a young officer. And if she had her way Jennifer and Leo would be going on to college as well. Mitch would be so proud to know how well his kids were doing, but the women's secrets always needed to be kept.

"Huh?" Paula paused with the knock on the front door. She arched her eyebrows seeing Lori standing outside through the small window beside the door. It was quite odd seeing her there, in 3 years she hadn't made it past the driveway. After she and Connie had their big fight because of Janet's interference Lori no longer came by. Before that the girls were almost like sisters, sleeping over each other's house almost as often as they were at home. If Janet hadn't screwed things up she might have been better able to teach Lori a few things. With those huge boobs Lori could make a fortune. The men would be lining up to get their hands on her. Girls with hot bodies and good sized tits were everywhere, but girls with tits like Lori's and that still had a small tight ass like her were very rare.

While Lori confronted Paula, Kara was high in the sky. From 2 miles up Supergirl looked down curiously at the unassuming man. He was about average, standing 5'9". For his height he was a tad overweight at about 150 pounds. The white man of 51 years with short salt and pepper hair looked like he could be a teacher at any school. Dressed in a cheap suit and carrying a briefcase he kissed his wife goodbye and walked to the car.

"How can this guy be so dangerous?" she asked herself as he climbed into his old Volkswagon Beetle.

The man lived a few towns away and after promising Lori she wouldn't do anything yet Kara slipped off to investigate anyway while her friend was busy. She watched as the car turned down a long desolate tree lined road to head for the highway and moved to get In front of him. If there were answers to be gotten everybody not doing anything wasn't going to stop him. If he needed stopping. After all how does a guy sneak into house after house to sexually assault girls and no one ever know? Why hadn't anyone ever known about him until Balinda? Why was he just some phantom?

John Manchester nearly had a heart attack as he slammed on the breaks. The red and blue clad blonde seemed to come from nowhere as she landed on the road a few hundred feet in front of him. John breathed a sigh of relief as the car stopped just short of hitting the blonde heroine.

John caught his breath, looking out the windshield at one of the prettiest girls he'd ever seen staring back at him as she stood in her power pose. She was about his height with an awesome rack. She had incredible legs that that were toned and slim. She had knee high fuck me boots and her skirt was just long enough for him not to get a glimpse of her panties.

Kara kept her hard stare up as the man cautiously got out of his car, a car that would have been ruined if he had hit her. "So you're the one they call The Dream Weaver." Kara stated as she gave him a look that said she wasn't impressed.

John closed the car door and calmly asked "Dream who?"

Kara wasn't impressed by his innocent expression. But she also suddenly felt relaxed and very tired. As the man grinned at her everything went dark.

Professor Benjamin lay in bed watching through the open bathroom door and into the glass walled shower as Bambi got ready for school. As the perky little blonde lathered her hair she gave him a smile, knowing and enjoying the fact he was watching her.

Frank lay on his back on a propped up pillow with his arms folded across his chest. Bambi had been somewhat concerned she was going to be fired after not going back to work. They had had sex for hours until she passed out, then when she woke up she scrambled for the bathroom to get ready for school, high school. The 18 year old was definitely not going to go to college. She had been kept back twice over the years and was just a junior she confessed to him.

The real concerns though were going to be her parents, at least her mom anyway. After all she didn't just not go back to work, she didn't go home either. And she knew where he was. He thought of doing something about her, but the pizza joint also had the address so there was no point in doing anything drastic. He'd have to trust her word she wouldn't tell anyone about him and deal with it afterwards if she did tell.

And at least she wouldn't have to go to school in her work uniform. With Brendon making it big in women's clothing and having an affinity for small breasted petite girls there were plenty of clothes in the condo for her to choose from. Frank enjoyed the naked girl going through the drawers and the closet like it was Christmas morning. She wore a big smile as she held top after top in front of herself and looked in the mirror. She finally opted for a skimpy tank top and a denim mini skirt. She then selected a matching set of lace thong panties and a very sheer and naughty bra.

A few items of new clothes and she was happy as could be Frank thought to himself. Why couldn't Vanessa or his daughter be more like her? She was so happy at the simple gifts she promised to come back after school and show him her appreciation. "I ain't never stopping taking these pills." he softly commented to himself as Bambi smiled and blew him a kiss while lathering up her sore and discolored crotch.

After riding him for so long she wasn't going to be able to sit still all day. But if she really enjoyed it as much as she seemed to then there would probably be no stopping her from coming back for more. He thought sure her spreading her legs could be contributed to the drug and once she was away from him the effects would go away, but he gave her her first orgasm. Her first dozens of orgasms until she passed out right as he came inside her. There was no way in her life she was ever going to forget last night he told himself.

Lori walked away from Aunt Paula's fairly nice house with a mixture of anger and sadness. All her distant cousin would tell her was that the baby was her older sister and she should respect her mother's privacy. "If and when your mother is ready to talk to you she will. She knows you know and have questions. Just give her time." was the advice given.

Lori got into the Toyota and backed out of the driveway as Paula got into her car. Lori could only hope Aunt Paula was right, but she was really against waiting. And as she watched Paula get into the car she could only hope that when she was 40+ she was still that attractive. And she didn't have Paula's bad luck with men.

Lori sighed as she drove away. All the way to school she thought of putting more pressure on Balinda. But that couldn't be done on the phone when she could just hang up. Lori would need to see Balinda face to face. And getting her meta-human friend to comply was going to cost her, but she had just the payment that might work. And she'd really rather not pay that way. It was something Balinda had wanted to give her brother for their 18th birthday, a topless photo of the girl he had a crush on since junior high. Lori. But there was no way mom was going to let her take the car that far, it would have to wait until the weekend now. Balinda managed to come home every weekend.

Kara yawned and stretched as she slowly awoke. "What the heck!" she groaned as she sat up and realized where she was. And she had a familiar and off taste in her mouth, the taste of dick and cum.

"Ewww." she groaned. She made a sour face as she sat up and pulled her tunic down to cover her tits, tits that seemingly has dried saliva on them. She looked to see she wasn't on the road, but in the wooded area off to the side.

"What the fuck happened?" she asked herself as she slowly stood up. The last thing she remembered she was confronting Lori's old science teacher. Then she woke up with saliva covered boobs and cum in her mouth. And dried saliva and her own juices on her crotch area where her panties had been pulled down to her knees. "What gives?" But the one thing that was clear to her was she had the right man. But how do you send a man to jail when no one remembers the crime?

Kara pulled up her panties and flattened her skirt before she leapt into the air to head back to school. She wouldn't tell Lori, or anybody, about what happened. But she would be keeping an eye on that man.

Kara race back to school and into the dorms. Before heading for breakfast and the library she really needed to brush her teeth again, and even a quick shower. Linda Danvers, dressed as a school girl in her skirt and sweater clutched her books to her chest as she walked back into the dorms and headed for the stairs hoping no one got close enough to get a whiff of her breath.

Super girl needed answers. Answers Lori couldn't give, but maybe her friend Balinda could. Balinda might not tell Linda Danvers what she knew, but she just might tell Supergirl.

Linda blushed beet red as Carol Vaas almost bumped into her on the stairs. The two doing that little side to side shuffle trying to figure out how to get past each other. Kara hung her head in shame as the brunette laughingly and loudly asked as she walked away "SO WHO WAS THE LUCKY GUY?"

"Great, just great." Kara grumbled as she walked up the stairs. She had just lived down what happened earlier in the school year, now everyone was going to think she sucked cock first thing in the morning. Not that other girls didn't, but it wasn't anyone's business but hers if she did.

Early in the afternoon while Lori was busy in class Kara zipped up to Kansas State. She hovered high in the sky and used her super eyesight to look for redheads. At least red hair made searching for a needle in a hat stack a bit easier. It took a few moments but Kara spotted the redheaded girl curiously wearing her white dress gloves clutching her books to her chest as she walked down a pathway towards one of the dorm buildings. It was a cool day, but not cold. Balinda was wearing a Kansas State sweatshirt and a denim mini skirt over black tights.

Kara figured there was no way unless she waited forever she'd be able to meet up with Balinda totally unseen, but she could make it relatively unseen. As a group of other students got far enough past Balinda and she was still a hundred feet or so from the building with no one in front of her she zipped down and stood in front of her.

"Supergirl?" Balinda's eyes shot open and she dropped her books from the surprise.

"I need to talk to you, alone." Kara stated quickly as she squatted down along with the pretty redhead to help her pick up her books. Kara kept looking around hoping not to be observed and cause a commotion. "Is there someplace private we can meet and talk?" Kara asked as she spotted a couple of boys in a dorm window smiling and pointing at her.

"Gravel beach is all I can think of." Balinda stated with a face showing concern as they stood up. Why would Supergirl want to talk with her? How would Supergirl even know she existed?

"Gravel beach?"

"When the weather's nice we go up on the roofs to sun. It's called gravel beach." Balinda pointed ahead to the building and said give me 15 minutes and I'll meet you up there. This time of year no one will be up there."

"Kara nodded and zipped away as Balinda hurried along. With that short of a conversation Kara figured no one would have gotten a good look at either of them. They might know it was Supergirl, but it could have been any redheaded girl she was talking to. And if she had carried Balinda up to the roof herself she would have had to go slow, giving the boys that spotted her time to get binoculars or something and figure out who Balinda was.

A short time later Kara stood on the top of the 5 story building, staying back from the edge to limit any observations of her. Kara turned to the back of the building after hearing a loud grunt to see 2 white dress gloves holding on to the ledge. She raced over when seeing the red hair. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?" she asked as she reached down and gripped the girl's wrists to pull her up, gripping Balinda between her gloves and the sleeves of her sweatshirt.

Balinda found herself helpless, laying on her back and Mr. Manchester sucking on her left tit. Her now D-cup left tit. She moaned loudly as the man's right hand vigorously rubbed between her legs. She enjoyed his grunts and groans of frustration as he tried to penetrate Supergirl's pussy with his fingers, but wasn't able to get a finger inside. Her feeling his effort and enjoying his failure.

After a few moments he gave up on her pussy and stood up. Balinda watched in a dream like state as he took off his pants and underwear, it was just like what happened with the other girls except they were in their own beds. Bambi looked on in horror again as the man knelt astride her and touched his 7 inch cock to her lips.

Just like the other times she could feel the warmth and the softness. She could taste him as her mouth opened to let him in and she could feel herself gently sucking as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth. She could feel his thick black bush tickling her nose and his balls slapping her chin. And she wasn't gagging. It seemed Supergirl was better than her friends at sucking cock. But then again at the beginning of the summer she had been sexually enslaved and forced to do porn.

"Balinda? Balinda, are you okay?" Kara was concerned as she stood Balinda on the roof and the girl swayed and her eyes were rolled back in her head.

Kara breathed a sigh of relief as the girl's face and eyes returned to normal and she shook off the effects of whatever happened to her. "God I hate that." the redhead groaned, but she knew why Supergirl was there. But not how she knew about her and her meta-power.

"What was that?" the confused and concerned heroine asked as Balinda became more aware of her surroundings. It was like she had a seizure or something.

"You want to know about The Dream Weaver, don't you?" Balinda asked in a very serious tone. Her nostrils flared and her jaw clenched showing she was angry. She hated living other people's experiences, especially sexual assaults. But what really concerned her was how would Supergirl know to come see her? "Why?...How do you know about me?" Her question was filled with anger. She hated being different. She hated others knowing. Only those close to her at home knew what she was, everyone else thought she was just a little odd for wearing gloves all the time.

"I'm sorry if I made you mad." Kara had to think quickly to put the girl at ease, so she used the same old storyline. "Linda Danvers contacted me after being with Lori Taylor last night. She overheard something about a man called Dream Weaver she found disturbing and suggested you might be able to help. There were a few redhead girls about your size on campus, but you're the only one wearing gloves. Why?" The question was meant to put the ball back in Balinda's court and take the pressure off herself.

Balinda clenched her jaw in anger again. "I'll kill Lori. She knows I don't like people knowing. But in case you haven't figured it out I'm a mutant. A meta-human. When I touch someone or their genetic material I can relive their experiences. That's why I know you're here about The Dream Weaver. You had an encounter with him. And he left you a present in your mouth as a warning. Stay away from him, he's dangerous."

"Huh? How? How can?.."

Balinda rolled her eyes and gave out a long sigh. "Look, it's like this. Our brains only remember some of what happens to us. But our bodies remember everything. Our DNA is like a large storage device. Everything that happens to us, even if we were asleep or don't remember, is still there. I have the curse of being able to see it. But I just don't see it. I feel it. I smell it. It's like it's happening to me. And I can still taste his cum in my mouth right now."

Kara cringed as Balinda made a sour face. "Sorry. I didn't mean for that to happen. I just want to know how he does it. Is he a meta-human too?"

Balinda sighed again and looked uncomfortable. Kara opened her eyes wide as she saw the fear in Balinda's eyes. "He knows you know. He threatened you." she gasped.

"He threatened to hurt me, Ben and my parents. He'll leave us alone if I don't interfere with him." Balinda stated. "I can't tell you."

"You can't even tell me what his powers are?" Kara whined. "I'll never let him know how I found out, you have my word."

Balinda sighed again as she fidgeted and turned slightly away. "Sleep. His power is he can put anyone to sleep or have them half asleep or anywhere between sleep and awake. But even when your asleep your body remembers what happened. And if your half awake the memories fade away quickly like it was all a dream. A minute after your awake you'll remember nothing. He also has the ability to affect the direction of your dreams and to see them, to be part of them. He can make you live through the same nightmare over and over again." Balinda whined. Her face showed deep fear of what the man could do. "In a sense he can see into your very soul."

"I already relive the worst nightmares every night." Kara grunted. Her world blowing up, dead bodies drifting in space just outside the shields. And her parents tricking her on to a ship and sending her away. Even the rapes she had endured didn't compare to her whole world being destroyed. Many of the people she knew as a young girl dying suddenly like that still effected her. But Kara could see in Balinda's eye that the man already did something to send Balinda a message.

"Thank-you for your help." Kara wouldn't push Balinda more, she had enough for now. Mr. Manchester could make her go to sleep and have nightmares, but he couldn't really hurt her. And he couldn't visit her in her sleep, he had no way of knowing where Supergirl slept. He could threaten Balinda and the other girls, but Kara felt she was out of his reach.

Being careful not to touch her skin, Kara picked up Balinda and helped her into the open window just below where she was climbing up onto the roof. She couldn't let the girl risk hurting herself. Balinda protested, but Kara was insistent. And fast. Before Balinda could react she was back in her room and Supergirl was zipping away.

It was late afternoon as Professor Benjamin opened the door after looking through the peephole to see cute little Bambi smiling and fidgeting in the hallway holding a backpack in her left hand. As the door swung open she dropped the backpack and leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and clasping her hands behind his neck. She went crazy kissing his neck, face and lips before stopping for a moment to blurt out "This was all I could think of all day."

With his new found strength Frank chuckled as he easily bent over to pick up her bag. As she went crazy, planting kiss after kiss on him, he looked up and down the hall to make sure no one saw then carried her and her bag into the condo and closed the door.

Bambi jumped off as quickly as she jumped on. Frank chuckled as she ran for the bedroom, undressing as she went. "Who's taking who." me laughingly said, then followed. As he walked into the bedroom the naked cutie was just jumping on the bed.

She knelt in the middle of the clean bed, he had changed the sheets and washed the other ones. Vanessa hadn't done laundry in 10 years. "Don't you have homework? What about your mom and dad? They'll be wondering where you are."

"God, your sounding like my mom. I'll do my homework after. And I went home to get some clothes. Mom was mad as hell I didn't come home last night and grounded me. Can you believe it? I'm 18 and she grounded me. So I stuffed some clothes in my backpack with my books and climbed out the window." the little blonde proclaimed. "No one knows I'm here."

Being a father himself Frank just couldn't throw some things out the window. "Do your homework first." He was thinking about banging her all day, but there was something inside that said homework first. Maybe it was what was drilled into his head growing up by his mother. But to him it was homework, then fun.

"Please? All I could think about all day was orgasms. Give me some orgasms and then I'll do my homework." the girl stubbornly proclaimed as she folded her arms across her perky little chest and stared back at him defiantly. But with a hint of hopefulness in her eyes.

Sooner or later someone was going to come knocking on the door looking for her. The pizza joint had this address, but at least the girl was smart enough to have gone home today first before coming over. But there was still another way to track her. "Where's your car?' he asked as the girl squirmed with anticipation on the bed.

"At home, I took the bus. Mom has my keys." she whined, almost in desperation. Frank was struggling to control his own urges as he questioned her. The question in his mind again was who was taking who.

Frank struggled to remain strong, besides he needed to go out and get some food for the condo anyway. And for that he was going to need money from somewhere. "Homework first. Then orgasms." He replied with a little chuckle as the cute little blonde pouted.

"How 'bout a dozen orgasms, then homework. Then a whole bunch of orgasms?" she countered hopefully.

"How about."

"Pleeeeease?" she whined with a deep hunger in her eyes. "I really need it." she pleaded. "Please? Just some then I promise I'll do my homework."

Frank felt himself weakening. He really wanted to go with her all night again, but he also needed to get other things done. "Okay.Two orgasms, then homework." he grunted as he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt.

"A dozen." the girl squeaked as he peeled the shirt off to reveal the tight fitting sleeveless white T-shirt underneath.

Frank took a couple of determined steps towards the bed and firmly stated "Two, then homework."

"Buuuuut?" Frank chuckled as Bambi squealed as he tossed her onto her back and grabbed her ankles. He pulled the surprised girl to the edge of the bed and knelt down.

With her butt half off the bed he put her legs up over his broad shoulders and stuck out his tongue. "What're.?...OH MY GOD!." she screamed joyfully as his tongue slipped between her pussy lips. Her whole body quivered as he slipped the middle and forefinger of his right hand into her love canal.

Frank explored her tiny chest with his left hand as he twisted his right so he could curl his fingers upwards. Her whole body trembled when he found what his fingers were searching for. Frank marveled at how fast she became wet. As he gently caressed her chest and pinched her tiny pink nipples he started to vigorously finger fuck her dripping wet snatch.

Frank couldn't remember ever tasting a pussy as sweet as Bambi's. She lay on the bed, struggling to breath and her whole body quivering with excitement. And in a minute or so her legs tightened around his neck and her vagina clamed down on his fingers. Her butt was raised off the bed as her head thrashed from side to side. "OH.MY..GOD..YES..YES..YES..OH..GOD..DON'T...STOOOOP!"

That was a good one Frank thought to himself. But he did say two so as Bambi gasped for air and her sweaty body squirmed on the bed he kept up the pressure. Her pussy was even wetter now and his pumping fingers were producing a loud sloshing sound.

Frank slid his left hand up her trembling body to her chin. Bambi happily sucked the two fingers he slipped into her mouth like they were a cock looking for attention. She licked and sucked them and even gave a soft moan of disappointment as he pulled his hand away.

"Um..ummmm..ummm..ummmm." she moaned as he quickly slid his fingers into her twat. Then her whole body stiffened and her eyes shot open. She froze in place and gasped "What the..?"

Frank held his tongue out as he too paused. He chuckled with his fingers from his right hand in her twat and the fingers from his left now in her tight little ass. "Oh god that feels good." she moaned loudly. Frank laughed inside as Bambi's hips started to slowly rock and she impaled herself on his fingers.

Bambi bounced her whole body on the bed as she worked with Frank in search of her next orgasm. Frank's tongue pressed against her engorged clit as he rapidly and repeatedly plunged his fingers into her accepting ass and pussy. "Oh god..Oh God..Oh god.Just like that...NNNNRRRRGGGGGAAAAAAAA...OH MY GOOODDDDD!" Frank sat back on his heels with a big smile as he kept pumping his fingers into Bambi's holes as she screamed in pleasure. This orgasm was better than any she'd had so far. Every muscle in her tiny body spasmed at the same time. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and her discharge would mean he'd need to change the bed again. But for that he'd wait until after she did her homework and he fucked her unconscious again.

Frank continued to slowly pump her holes until she came down from her high. As she relaxed and gasped for air with a big smile he stood up and went into the bathroom to wash up. "Please?...Just one more." she whined.

"Homework now. I have to go get us some food to eat. You do your homework, then we'll have supper and then I'll fuck you all you want until you fall asleep." Frank calmly stated as he washed his face and hands.

Frank gave the panting girl watching him wantonly a smile. She didn't just taste the sweetest of any girl he'd eaten out. She also smelled the sweetest. Not the over scent from her body and her unknown body spray. It was her hidden scent that was amazingly sweet as well.

"Going somewhere?" It was late in the evening and John Manchester had put everyone in the house to sleep before slipping out. His daughter had played a soccer game against Midvale Academy that afternoon and one of the teachers watching the game had garnered his attention, and the attention of every boy and man also there for the game. Miss Prince was her name and from what he could find out she lived alone in an apartment.

As he stood with the car door open he looked up into the sky, wishing the lighting was in that direction. The view up her wind blown skirt would be awesome. "You again. I tried to be nice. Go away and mind your own business."

"I'm making you my business. I'll be.watch..ing.youuu."

John gave a heavy sigh as the Maid of Might fell to the ground in peaceful slumber. The houses in his part of town were fairly far apart lending him privacy in his comings and goings. The nerdy teacher walked over and got Supergirl under her arms and dragged her over to the car like he had dragged her into the wooded area earlier. This time though he wouldn't bother molesting her as much, he had someone else to molest in mind. He grinned as something else popped into his head for the meddlesome heroine.

Batgirl stood on the rooftop of the three story building on the eastside. In a darkened area of the parking lot near the alley that led out the back way from the Gotham Gilmore's Grocery store she had stumbled upon Professor Benjamin's car. She had first swung by after picking up the call on her police scanner that the new Carver Drug store in town had been robbed. A big black man wearing a mask just walked in and decked the 20 year old boy working behind the front counter. Before anyone else could react the assailant had cleaned out the cash register and was gone.

As she had started her patrol of the area she stumbled upon a brown Duster matching the description of the missing professor's car. She then checked the plates for a match. She still didn't have enough to haul him in, but she would question him as to his involvement with the murder and ask him about the drug he and Rachel had developed.

Barbara watched as a black man pushed his shopping cart of groceries in paper bags across the parking lot and into the area where the lights weren't working. She watched as he walked up to the professor's car and opened the trunk. He seemed a bit bigger than 5'10" the professor was reported to be, but if he was taking the drug that would be one of the noticeable effects.

"Professor Benjamin?" At the voice Frank turned around to see the hot little girl crime fighter swing down from the roof top at the end of a rope that was attached to the light tower. As she landed she took her power pose. Hands on hips and her legs slightly spread.

With her now up wind he could smell her. First the Au De Paris perfume. Then her over scent. And finally her under scent. Three scents he had picked up on together before. She was about the same size. The same weight. And they both had a nice rack. Standing just a few feet away from him in a tight leather outfit was none other than the police commissioner's daughter.

Frank smiled nicely and answered. "Yes. I'm Professor Benjamin. Or should I say I was before I was fired yesterday."

As he talked he took the four steps up to her like he was just going to chat. As he got close Barbara's suspicions about his size were correct. He was easily 6'2" or 6'3" now. He had to be taking the drug as Rachel feared. Barbara didn't flinch as he got near. She shifted her stance to put her feet closer together and was ready for anything that he might try. Barbara had to force herself to focus though. The man was big and quite good looking, and she found her gaze going to his crotch a few times.

"HEY BAT BITCH." Some teen punks that had seen her drop in raced by in their old Impala and tossed an empty beer bottle at her. As she turned and the bottle smashed at her feet she took her attention off the professor for a moment. As they sped away she felt the powerful fist hit the back of her head.

Barbara went limp and everything was fuzzy and blurry. The world was spinning as he grabbed her under the arms and half carried her into the dark ally. Barbara started to shake off the cobwebs as he held her up against a brick wall by the front of her costume. Her eyes finally focused as he had a two fisted grip of the bat emblem in the middle of her chest, then ripped open her costume like it was made of tissue paper. There was a struggle within her. Part of her was a crime fighter and this man needed to be stopped. The other part of her was hoping he liked the view and would do more than just look at her chest.

Frank smiled and laughed as her two perfect braless D-cup tits popped free. "NO!" she shouted as she started to weakly kick and punch at him, her highly toned fighting instincts kicking in. Frank grabbed her by the throat with his right hand and easily lifted her off the ground. With no leverage her kicks and punches had little effect, and his hand gripping her throat made it impossible to scream.

Barbara quickly reached for the mace in her utility belt, but the professor proved to be a smart man. Barbara's situation was dire as his left hand quickly unhooked her belt and it fell to the ground. As she fought for air she desperately kicked and punched at him some more. Not so much because she wanted to fight him, but her inner crime fighter was screaming this was life or death now.

Barbara had built a career out of fighting men bigger and stronger than she, but by his grip this guy was now in the league with someone like Bane. As her mind cleared some more she pressed the heels of her boots against the brick wall and pushed herself upwards as hard as she could. She had to get away, but there was part of her that didn't want to leave. Part of her wanted him, wanted him in her bed.

As his arm went up Frank released his grip on her throat. Batgirl took a deep gasping breath as she came down, and Frank was ready. To Barbara he was very quick, like animal quick. She winced just before impact as he grabbed her by the back of her head and threw her head first into the brick wall on the other side of the ally some 10 feet away.

Frank chuckled as Batgirl fell limp on the ground face first. She landed on her knees with her head on the ground and her firm backside sticking up and making a perfect target. As she moaned in pain he figured he might never get another chance like this.

Marveling at his new strength he knelt down behind her and, like with the front of her costume, he got a grip of the leather covering her ass and ripped the crotch seem apart. He took a moment to admire her nicely round and firm butt cheeks up close, even taking a few moments to rub and squeeze them. Her buns were just as perfect as her tits to him as he spent a few moments massaging her tone glutes.

He then hastily stood up and undid his belt and trousers. The calls on her police scanner coming from her batgirl cycle a few feet away about a robbery over on Fairmont and a police chase going on told him the cops would be too busy for the next few minutes to interfere.

Barbara started to come around again with a splitting headache. She could feel the warm blood on her face coming from under her cowl and her lace thong panties being ripped off. "These are mine now." she heard him chuckle. Then she was shocked as he followed that up with "Extremely naughty for a librarian. Are all librarians closet sluts?"

Barbara heard his words and was aware enough for them to register, and for some reason liked the way he called her a slut. She asked in her mind how he knew she was a librarian. But at that moment she was still too dizzy to react quickly as she felt two very strong hands grab hold of her hips and the tip of his cock start to enter her vagina.

But as the first few inches made it inside she became aware of her situation quickly. Her eyes shot open and she took a deep gasping breath as she realized he was big, very big. Reacting on pure adrenaline and instinct for survival she pushed herself up on all fours and tried to pull away, but he was too quick and strong for her again.

Barbara screamed into the right hand that was over her mouth quickly as she was pulled up against his chest on her knees, her scream was from the pain of his rough entry. Her hands worked in vain to pull his left hand free of her chest where his hand had a painful vice like grip on her right tit.

Barbara found herself in dire straights. She wasn't strong enough to fight him off, and part of her didn't want him off. He was big and his big throbbing cock, though delivering a lot of pain, felt great inside her. Bruce was big too and she was accustomed to a big cock, but Bruce was always a gentile lover knowing he had to go easy on her or any girl. Except maybe someone like Kara. But the rational part of Barbara's brain was screaming for her to fight, that this guy would kill her.

Barbara grimaced and was nothing more than a rag doll in this guy's hands as he rocked his hips rapidly and powerfully with animalistic power. Every thrust felt like a punch in the gut as he worked his entire 13" into her overmatched pussy. But she could also feel the positive effects. In a few minutes her body would start having orgasm after orgasm.

The pain was incredible and she fought not to black out. She heard him grunt "That's right Barbara. Whose your daddy?" She winced as he softly spoke into her ear. "If anyone finds out everyone finds out Batgirl is Barbara Gordon."

For Barbara it was mercifully quick, and also too quick. Then again from her experience most men blow their load early the first time they rape a superheroine, the excitement bringing them to fruition quickly. Deep inside she felt a wave of disappointment she didn't get her orgasm. God help me she silently prayed as she felt his release in her sore womb. Every part of her torso was now burning in pain, yet she still wanted to cum. She was hurt badly, but part of her still wanted more.

Barbara fell to the ground and rolled onto her back, fighting for every breath. Her hands instinctively went to her burning snatch and her agonizing stomach. Barbara knew her situation was even worse than first thought. Her gloved fingers felt the liquid oozing from her sore snatch, she knew the feel of blood. He had hurt her. He had hurt her real bad and if she didn't get help soon she'd bleed to death in that dirty ally.

Batgirl fought through the pain. As the professor calmly dressed and went back to his car to finish putting the groceries in the trunk she slowly started the long crawl to her batgirl cycle. As he drove away she managed to reach up and flip open the protective cover and flip the switch before blacking out.

"I'm scared mommy." Kara looked up through tear filled eyes as everything around her shook violently. Equipment in her father's lab fell over or off the lab tables. The ceiling tiles fell down and the windows shattered.

"REDUCE SHIELD AREA BY 30 PERCENT she heard Uncle Jol-Tar yell. He wasn't really related, but an old friend of the family and one of her father's mentors.

"WE CAN'T REDUCE THE SIZE MORE. TOO MANY WILL DIE AND WE'LL LOOSE THE REACTORS." her father Zor-El shouted over the rumbling background noise.

Kara knew where she was. She was back to relive what happened when she was 5. She was reliving the morning Krypton exploded. She had had this nightmare so many times she knew each event and none of it shocked her like it used to. Until this time. Dream Weaver changed it for her this time, somehow.

Kara found herself in that event, suddenly as her adult self. Her father yelled "IF WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE THERE'S SOMETHING WE NEED TO DO FIRST."

Kara was confused as Uncle Jol-Tar yelled "I'M WITH YOU OLD FRIEND."

Kara felt fear and shock as her mother grabbed her arms from behind. She struggled as her father and uncle, a much older man, grabbed the front of her white dress and ripped it apart. Kara struggled with all her strength, but her mother's grip was too strong. She kicked at her father and uncle as they happily and laughingly played with her big D-cup tits. Her uncle even commenting "Extremely big for a Kryptonian." Kara knew it was the effects of Earths lower gravity and lower air pressure in combination with the yellow sun that gave her tits so much larger than the average Kryptonian.

"It was a good idea sending her to Earth." her uncle commented as she was wrestled to the floor.

"No.No..No.." Kara struggled and squirmed as her father started to disrobe. She kicked at him as he moved to get between her legs. Kara grimaced at the sight of his huge foot long erection. "NO..NO..NO." she screamed as he easily pushed her feet out of the way and knelt between her legs.

Kara pulled hard against her mother's grip on her arms and her uncle holding onto her tits and putting all his weight on her chest to hold her down. Kara was shocked to hear her mother's voice say "Show her. Show her what she's to do on Earth. Show her how to be a slut for every human that wants to get between her legs."

Tears streaked her cheeks as her father's cock started it's entry into her for some reason extremely wet pussy. "See, she's wet for you." her mom commented.

"NNOOOO!." Kara screamed as her father lunged forward and she felt the searing pain of her maidenhead being ripped apart. She started to sob as her father raped her. And it started to feel good.

Beep.beep.beep.. Kara opened her eyes and still half asleep reached for the alarm clock only to realize it wasn't the alarm clock. Kara slowly sat up and became aware of where she was, and the dozens of drunks standing outside Murphy's bar looking at her as she lay on the pavement. Looking at her because her tunic was pulled up to reveal her tits and her briefs were pulled down and just on her left leg. They stood their staring at her tits and shaved pussy.

Kara gave a quick nervous smile, and was gone in the blink of an eye. She stopped a mile or so away in a patch of trees out of sight of anybody. "I'll kill him." she growled as she pulled her still beeping Justice League communicator from her belt. How dare that guy change her nightmares in such a way? But now she could see why Balinda wanted nothing to do with him.

"Supergirl reporting." she stated as she held the devise no bigger than a lipstick tub up to her face and thanking Rao they couldn't see her as she hadn't fixed her uniform yet.

"Thank the gods." Hawkgirl blurted. "I've been trying everyone and you're the only one I've reached." Kara knew Hawkgirl had the duty on the watch tower that nigh, but with her being in school calling on her was a last resort, and by Hawkgirl's comment of no one else could be reached and the tone of her voice it was just that.

"What's wrong?" She asked. Dealing with that Dream Weaver guy would need to wait a little while.

"Batgirl as activated her emergency beacon on her batgirl cycle."

Kara didn't wait for anymore. "Barbara?" was her only comment and she was in the sky, fixing her costume and flying as fast as she could. If Barbara activated the beacon instead of calling, it had to be bad. But how bad?

Kara was in Gotham in less than a minute. She used her super hearing and the directional function in the communicator to lock onto the Batgirl cycle's signal in minutes. "By Rao." she gasped upon quickly finding her friend and mentor.

Barbara was bleeding from her twat and head. A quick x-ray scan showed Barbara's internal injuries. Injuries from a violent and severe rape. But Kara also knew she couldn't just take Barbara to a hospital. The remainder of her costume and her cowl would be removed as they treated her. Her identity would be revealed.

Kara put the communicator to her lips and transmitted her message. Contact Paradise Island. Tell them I'm coming in with a friend in critical condition."

Kara had to move quickly if Barbara was going to live, and there was no time to explain further. The hospital would be faster, but the Amazons had better treatment and had a better chance of saving Batgirl. But Barbara couldn't survive the high speed flight so far and so fast unprotected. And the island was still too far away.

Seeing a junk and abandoned car just outside the ally, Kara ripped open the trunk. She carefully picked up her injured friend and placed her inside. Kara then welded the trunk lid closed to keep Barbara safe as she could for the supersonic flight to the countryside where one of the old abandoned Kryptonian earth observation stations was located. As Kara landed and put the car down the computer inside registered her arrival and the rocky hillside faded to reveal a metal doorway.

Even Kal didn't know of this place. When she first got to Earth she had spent some time at the Fortress of Solitude. She had found a map of these places that were scattered over the Earth. They were meant as observation posts to monitor human development, though most were almost completely out of power. This particular one had become a hiding spot. When Kal got to be too demanding and annoying she would hide here for days, watching videos of home. Now she needed it for a different reason.

"I am Kara Zor-El. Niece of Jor-El. Open communications channel and connect with Fortress of Solitude computer." she commanded as she used her heat vision to open up the trunk.

"Kara?" the voice of her uncle called out as the chamber's doors opened and she carefully pulled Barbara from the trunk.

"There's no time for your lies. I know you knew of the Amazons when you were here. It's a matter of life and death for a friend. I need you to open a portal from here to their island." Kara stated as she rushed Barbara inside, her heartbeat fading.

"Not enough energy in observation post power source." was Jor-El's reply

Kara scowled at the computer, then her eyes grew red as she turned her attention to a power access terminal and focused hard. "AAAAGGGGGHHHH!" Kara screamed as she fired everything she had at the access node. A transport tunnel require massive amounts of energy. If they couldn't open it then Barbara was going to die. Coming up short wasn't an option. For over a minute she fired an intense beam from her eyes.

"Power level's restored." Jor-El announced as Kara had exhausted all her super power. She had depleted her battery in an effort to save her friend. She had never done a solar flare before, but Kal had and it took days for his powers to return. To Kara that was a small price to pay at the moment.

Kara struggled to carry Barbara's dead weight as the requested transport tunnel opened. Kara walked into the throne room where the queen and the guards were shocked to see her. They had expected her to come, but not that way and not here. They were looking for her out in the sky.

One of the guards rushed forth, dropping her spear, to take charge of the wounded woman fighter. Barbara might not be an Amazon by birth, but she was one in spirit. As Barbara was rushed off, Kara collapsed herself. She had given everything she had for Barbara, knowing Barbara would have done the same for her.

The Dream Weaver hummed as he lowered the rope from the roof. He wasn't an avid climber, but the rope had knots and the balcony wasn't that far below. Finding Diana Prince's address he was giddy to observe her balcony door was cracked open just an inch or so to get some of the cool evening air.

"Ohhh God." he grunted as he started his descent. The thought of starting to workout was crossing his mind more and more. He was 51 now and his body wasn't what it once was. Not that it really ever was. And climbing in through windows was really starting to be a lot like work. But not all houses kept the doors unlocked for him.

John would be very busy for the next few weeks, but once the snow started the Dream Weaver would be on hiatus for the winter again. It's impossible to be considered just a legend when you leave foot prints in the fresh snow. He'd still get a few here and there, but his almost every night routine would be put off until the weather warmed up again. To sneak into homes he needed no snow on the ground and for the ground to be dry. Long rainy periods were also an issue.

Dream Weaver, dressed in jeans and a dark knit shirt fell the last three feet and plopped on his back after loosing his grip. Fortunately Miss Prince was already sound asleep on her sofa, as was everyone else near her apartment. John stood up and took a quick look around incase anyone saw him and also needed a nap. When he saw no one he then he proceeded inside and closed the curtains.

The late news was on the TV and the hot teacher was plopped over to her right on the sofa wearing a bathrobe and it looked like not much more. Piles of papers were on the sofa with her and on the coffee table in front of her.

John turned his head to look at the pretty brunette news caster as they mentioned the police in Gotham were looking for a man with the same name as one of his old frat brothers. "Well, I'll be." he commented after they added he was a college professor and his wife's name. It was too much to be coincidence. But Frank was always a wimp like him. They only got in the frat because they needed a few guys to bring up the Frat's grade point average up to acceptable levels. The other guys had all the fun while he, Frank and a handful of other guys did all the work.

It seemed Frank was in some really deep shit and the cops were searching everywhere for him. John surmised just where his black friend could be hiding. And in the morning he'd give Brandon's condo a call. John was having a few problems of his own at the moment, but it seemed Frank was in it deeper now. Murder? Murder was big time. Way bigger than sneaking into houses and molesting girls in their sleep.

The Dream Weaver turned his attention back to the big slumbering brunette on the sofa. He knocked the papers out of the way and laid her down on her back, her robe opening more than slightly. John grinned with anticipation and with conformation she wasn't wearing anything above the Mason Dixon line under her terry clothe robe.

Diana Prince was a lot bigger than the girls he usually visited. The tall lean woman was 5'10 or 5'11" easily. But she was still very young with a toned body and as he slowly pulled her robe open his eyes lit up at her magnificent breasts. Absolutely perfect DDs. Firm, round and barely any sag at all.

In all his years he'd never seen a set like these, at least not on a human. Supergirl's were just as firm and round. But not quite as big and to his frustration she couldn't be fucked. At least not without Kryptonite and that was something he didn't have. The closest to perfect he'd ever seen before Supergirl belonged to Constance, her D-cups were almost perfect half spheres even when she was flat on her back and she had washboard abs. From all her working out Connie was one tight and toned girl. Her cousin also wasn't bad. Lori Taylor was in good shape and had a great butt. And given the size of her tits they were firm beyond belief. In all his years he found it pleasantly amusing 4 of the best chests he'd found he'd found in the past 6 months. Lori's and Connie's moms were hot back in their primes, but their daughters were hotter. John wondered if that last thought was due to a fading memory. It was hard comparing impressions from 20 years before to those of today. But he found it amusing he was doing a second generation, and looking forward to fucking a third generations of some families.

He had been teaching in Stanhope for 27 years. And in that time he had seen a lot of tits. Just about every girl who graduated from Stanhope high got a visit from The Dream Weaver, all the average to great looking ones. And many young women who moved to the area as young adults got a visit as well. That translated to 150 to 200 sets of boobies a year. With the 187 on his list this year completed, and a few extra added at the spur of the moment, he'd spend until the snow came revisiting his favorites. Then around the end of March he'd start with the next crop of girls to receive his unique graduation gift.

What really sucked though was having that girl's college and not being able to capitalize. There were lots of hot young girls just begging to be visited, but it was just not quite possible. The doors were always locked, the windows were horizontal crank outs and college campuses were like the big city. They were always active. He had tried a few times in his younger days, but there were just too many girls moving around at all times of the night. He was basically reduced to hiding in the trees and waiting for a lone straggler to walk by. Then drag her into the trees and play with her there like he did to Supergirl. But that wasn't his style. His style was to get them in their beds and leave them thinking it was all just a dream. He was a legend, an urban myth. The boogie man was a joke, The Dream Weaver was real.

John was practically drooling as he took one of Diana's breasts in each hand and enjoyed the sensation, and her soft moan. The mind may be asleep, but the body always responded. And hers was no different, in fact she might even have been faster. But she was older than his usual 18 and 19 year old sex partners and had probably had her share of sexual adventures. He was sure this one wasn't a virgin, not that he had found that many through the years anyway.

After Diana moaned a few more times John opened her robe the rest of the way, and chuckled at seeing her neatly trimmed little black bush. The teacher of young ladies it seemed had a thing for sleeping in the nude.

John stood up and admired her toned and stacked body as he slowly undressed. When he was fully naked he stood over her for a moment, stroking his fully erect 7" cock. He placed his left hand on the back of the sofa and leaned forward. He grinned from ear to ear as when the tip of his cock touched her lips her mouth opened just enough to let him in. He had her at about 85% fully asleep and that response showed him she had sucked her share of cock. This teacher who was looked up at by so many young teens was seemingly a bit wild.

Her lips wrapped around him and she provided some suction, but it wasn't like she was awake and giving him a blow job. He reached out with his right hand to gently rub her pussy, a pussy he was more than happy to find was already wet. But he could get more from her. He concentrated as he stared down at her. "I'm the lover you always wanted. You will see the one you always wanted." he stated.

Wonder Woman lay naked on her sofa in just her tiara as she opened her eyes. She smiled, then sucked with passion on Steve Trevor's cock. He was young again, just like when they first met. As he pulled away she took a gasping breath and asked with shock in her voice "Steve?"

John didn't care who Steve was as she moaned loudly when he moved down to suckling her wondrous breasts. With his right hand he slipped two fingers into her accepting wet snatch. He enjoyed the fact she threw her left leg over the back of the sofa to give him better access and her right hand came up to hold his head to her tit. Whoever this Steve was he was one lucky shit if he was smart enough to make a move on this bitch John thought.

John would fully love to stretch this out, but it was over an hour getting here and finding this place and it would be another hour getting rope and getting back home. It was already late and there was school in the morning. But maybe she might be worth coming back for over the weekend.

Diana whimpered as her breasts were abandoned temporarily. But she soon gave a happy exclamation as his tongue slid into her dripping wet pussy. "OH Steve!" Just that statement and the way she said it told him that her Steve was an unfulfilled desire. Steve hadn't gotten to taste her sweet nectar. And she was sweet, and a contradiction.

First she moaned and was acting like she was a slut, yet the one man she desired had never managed to get his tongue into her twat. And with her looks John was wondering if this Steve guy was some kind of moron. Or maybe he was just gay or something.

John was surprised by how strong Diana Prince was. As he licked her pussy she had a grip of his salt and pepper hair in her right hand and held him in the place she wanted as she fondled her own breast with her left hand. Was he taking her or was she taking this Steve guy he wondered as the big titted brunette's hips bucked and she moaned loudly. "Oh yeah, Steve." she blurted out. Her tone showing a great deal of pent up sexual frustration when it came to Steve. Sexual frustration he would help her with.

Diana's eyes were open wide, but she was still in a dream state as he slid up and placed his cockhead at her entrance. Diana looked up at him wantonly, but she saw Steve. John smiled as her back arched and her body stiffened when he lunged forward. "Finally." she gasped. And as her body relaxed some her hips went into motion. John held himself still as the seemingly wild teacher fucked him.

A few girls he had visited over the years were just as anxious and outgoing once he entered them. Most recently were Constance St. Cloud and Lori Taylor. Lori was like the other girls who fucked him like this. But she was easy to predict. She kept calling him Alan, her long time boyfriend. Connie on the other hand wasn't exactly pure. He knew of her reputation as a cunt for hire, but with her body and face he still had to sample her well known charms. The odd part with her was she kept calling him daddy. But when you've lost your father at a young age and two step fathers by the time you graduate high school, it seemed less odd she would have him on that pedestal. In her mind no man would ever match up to her father so she had some kind of daddy fixation. Or it could be as simple as there were a lot of perverted men in town that insisted she call them daddy while she fucked them, and it had gotten to be a reflex action on her part.

John grabbed a hold of Diana's breast and supported himself as he built up a head of steam, matching Miss. Prince's pace. And it was a hard and fast pace. Whoever this Steve guy was she wanted him inside her badly. "Harder Steve.Harder..I wont break.Come on..Fuck me harder." Her calls showed great desire and a wanting. John grinned down as she squeezed her tits hard. He knew what she wanted, she wanted Steve to get her off. She was just as concerned with her own enjoyment of the moment as she was with pleasing him.

"OH YEAH.OH YEAH..OH YEAH." Diana bucked her hips harder and faster. Her calls became desperate and throaty. Her breathing deep and raspy. "AAAAAHHHH YYEEAAAHHHHHH." and as she screamed and her back arched dramatically he felt her pussy clamp down on his cock. Her leg that was over the back of the sofa was now crossed with the other one at her ankles behind him. She held him in place as he groaned loudly too and came inside her. "That's it Steve. That's it." she said with a panting voice. "Make me a mother. Keep doing that until you give me a little girl."

That was a bit odd John thought as her body went fully back to sleep and he climbed off her. She was one of his better conquests, but it was still odd. She wanted a guy who seemingly never fucked her to get her pregnant. As John started getting dressed he wondered if maybe this Steve guy was married. It might explain a few things if she secretly had a thing for a married man. But even so, if that guy knew and didn't bang the shit out of her then he was one fucking moron who should turn in his man card.

Even as he dressed and she was sound asleep, her right hand was diddling her twat and her left vigorously massaging her breasts. And when she woke up it would all have been just a dream. The dried cum leaking out of her pussy onto the sofa and the dried saliva would be a mystery to her, but she'd have no memory of him.

John chuckled after he was fully dressed. He looked back from the front door after checking outside to make sure he wouldn't be seen leaving to see her still playing with herself and still calling out that guy Steve's name.

John went to the roof to grab his rope and released all those in he had put to sleep when he first got there. It would be several minutes for them to wake up, if they woke up. It was late at night and many would just sleep through the night now.

"OH GOD MORE.MORE.MORE." Bambi screamed as her sweaty body thrashed about. Frank had walked in through the door carrying the three paper shopping bags to see her still naked and doing her homework at the coffee table, just like she was when he left. But within moments things took a turn as her nose picked up on Batgirl's perfume. It seemed he may be able to bed girls quickly now, but some were going to be one night stands and others were going to be clingy and jealous of the others. Bambi was going to be one of the latter.

Frank didn't want to give up on his easy lay, even after taking down Batgirl in a quickie. So after a five minute tirade by the little blonde he lamented on making her wait and they would have sex first and he'd have supper later alone because she'd be too exhausted by that point. The five minutes were needed to put the perishables away and Frank had to hurry to appease little Bambi.

Frank held onto her tiny hips as she lay on the bed. She bucked her hips with great desire with nearly all his 13 inches buried within her. Her little tits jiggled as she bounced her backside off the bed over and over and over again in search of another orgasm. She had had 12 already and he had to give it to her, she had a lot of energy and seemed to really enjoy the way his cock stretched her. She was so small he figured the end of his cock could be as high as her chest, yet she was grimacing and rocking as hard as she could. Bambi wasn't as fragile as she looked.

"Squeeze my tits..come on, squeeze my tits." she said almost growling at him. "You don't need anyone else. It will fuck you all you want." she stated.

And probably more, he thought. There was no way he was going to be just hers, or any woman's from now on. Besides, she had no tits. But he also wasn't about to argue with her at the moment. He'd fuck her for a few days and then just sneak away. The cops were looking for him and sooner or later they'd be at the door, so he had to get out of town. He needed someplace to lay low for a while. In the morning he'd start making phone calls to old friends to see if someone could help him. But for now it was time to fuck Bambi to sleep.

"Oh god, harder.squeeze them harder." she begged as he took hold of her small tits and fulfilled her desire. But he had to be careful, with his new superhuman strength he could really hurt Bambi. With Bargirl he plowed her. But with Bambi he pretty much held back and let her determine how hard and deep she wanted it. It was probably part of the reason he could last so long with her, he couldn't let himself go with her.

Frank held on and enjoyed it as her body started to spasm again. She gasped for air as her whole body shook with another orgasm. How couldn't she be collapsing just from dehydration he wondered. This girl was far more energetic than he could have ever wanted. Like a Timex, she took a licking and just kept on ticking he mused.

An hour later Frank wore his bathrobe, or rather Brandon's bathrobe, and closed the door behind him as he left a very sated Bambi sprawled out on the bed. She lay sleeping on her back, her legs still spread wide and her arms out to the side. And she had a big smile. Frank took a deep breath as he headed for the kitchen to make something to eat, he was way beyond famished.

Drusilla jumped down from the roof to her sister's balcony. Just after the Justice League called the island, and mentioned no one but Supergirl could be reached, contact was attempted with Diana. But Diana didn't answer and where Diana was teaching school in a small town her activities had been curtailed. Most nights, especially school nights, she was in. To her, and the queen, helping teach young woman was just as noble as fighting crime.

Dru cautiously pushed her way through the French Doors and closed curtain. If her sister was in trouble she needed to be ready for anything. Except..

"Oh yes Steve. Faster...Faster..Faster" Dru bit her lip and refused to laugh seeing her sister sprawled out on the sofa, her robe wide open and Diana playing with herself. Diana's right hand was between her legs, vigorously rubbing. Her left was squeezing her big tits.

"uh-hem." Dru faked clearing her throat to get her sister's attention. Dru arched her eyes and snickered realizing her sister was sleeping while playing with herself. Must be one heck of a dream Dru thought, but Diana's friend was in deep trouble and they needed to get moving. "AH-HEM." Dru cleared her throat a lot louder this time.

Diana's eyes shot wide open as she woke up quickly. The embarrassed princess sat up quickly and closed her robe realizing what she had been doing and she wasn't alone. "Er.Dru." Diana cringed thinking of what Dru just saw.

The Amazon doctor turned to the queen with a sullen expression. Kara sat barely awake in a chair next to the bed holding Barbara's limp right hand. The doctor and her assistants had cut Barbara's costume off and were treating her wounds, but Barbara had lost a lot of blood and was very weak. Barbara's head was bandaged and blood was being given, but they hadn't stopped her internal bleeding yet.

In a whisper the doctor informed the queen. "There is nothing more we can do. She's too weak to move to the heeling baths. Her bleeding can't be stopped. She is already gone, her heart will stop any minute." the doctor looked over her shoulder at Supergirl, weak and barely awake.

"Sorry I'm late. I was a bit busy." Kara perked up as the Amazons gasped when Helen, Aphrodite's daughter, appeared in a flash. The glowing blonde in a nearly transparent white gown looked at the near dead friend of Kara and Mae. With a wave of her hand a glow enveloped Barbara, then in a flash Helen was gone just as suddenly as she had arrived.

Thursday:

Kara fumed as she took her shower, a shower she really needed to wake her up after just a few hours of sleep. Diana had flown her back to school and then took Barbara home. Barbara was a lot better, but would still need a few days rest after almost dying. And Kara found herself having to turn down the water temperature in the shower to just simply hot. After having to expend all her power as she did she was as vulnerable as any other girl at the moment. For the next few days she'd be just plain old Linda Danvers. Dream Weaver and the creep that almost killed Barbara would have to wait. And the creep would be her first focus, after hurting Barbara like he did he showed himself to be the much bigger danger.

Out on the west coast Barbara weakly walked back towards her bedroom after a bathroom visit. "I told you I'd be fine." She whined as Diana sat in the recliner reading the morning paper.

"And I told you I'm staying the day. Now follow the doctor's orders and get your ass back in bed." Diana decided to use one of her sick days to watch over Barbara for a while. And if she ever actually went to sleep Diana would start snooping through her heroine log book. Barbara always kept a record of which cases she was working and Diana was one of a few who knew where it was. Whoever had done this to her was probably mentioned inside. And the bastard was about to get a visit from a pissed off Amazon.

"Yes mom." Barbara jabbed like one of the teens would do.

"You know I have a way of making you sleep, smart ass." Diana was serious even if Barbara was taking almost getting killed like it was nothing. The doctor ordered bed rest and Barbara was going to get bed rest. Whether she liked it or not.

"Fine.But that bastard's mine." the droopy brunette wearing a flannel nightgown grumbled as she shuffled back into her room. "And I hid the log book."

Dian sighed as she folded up the paper. The log book would have given her more information, but the TV was also on and most of the news was about a Gotham City police manhunt going on. Some big black behemoth of a man had robbed a corner store just before sun up. On the screen they showed pictures of him from a while ago and from the video camera in the store.

Somehow the man was a lot bigger and stronger now. Much stronger. Two police officers stumbled upon the robbery and this former college professor tossed them around like toys, and one of the officers was reported to be about 6'6" and 290 pounds. Just that report made him suspect number one in Barbara's assault. The man definitely had the power to have done what Barbara's attacker did. And even if he didn't, he needed stopping anyway.

When Barbara would finally go to sleep Diana would contact Watch Tower. If any computer had more information and access than the batcomputer it was the one in the Watch Tower. In in Barbara's condition she might be able to hide a note book that if Diana really wanted to find she could, the apartment wasn't that big. But it would just be easier to have the Watch Tower's assistance.

Frank grumbled as he counted the lousy 107 bucks he got from the robbery. If he was going to get anywhere he would need more money, and small change just wasn't going to cut it. He needed a big score and to stay away from cops. He was really strong, but not bulletproof. At least Caesar wasn't and he wasn't about to test himself.

With Bambi off at school, and having whined like a little kid for an hour about having to go instead of staying home with him, he needed to work on getting out of Gotham. But how? He couldn't just buy a plane ticket or even get on the train, they were looking for him everywhere. The bus would take forever and the only car he had was his own and the plate number was given out on the TV news. They were going to find him soon if he stayed.

Frank's eyebrows arched when the phone on the end table next to him started to ring. If it was Brendon he was going to be pissed about all this if the cops found him there. Fooling around somewhat behind your wife's back was one thing. Having her know where your booty call condo was located was another. If the cops found him at the condo the address and who owned it would be made public.

"Hello?" Frank asked cautiously as he put the receiver to his ear.

"Great. I called earlier a few times but you were out."

"Who is this?"

"John Manchester. You remember, we're Frat brothers."

"Etta Kappa Nu forever." Frank chuckled. He remembered, he just didn't recognize the voice. In his hour of need one of his brothers was calling, hopefully to help. John was a year behind him in school Smart as a whip and totally loyal. "I'm in big trouble man. It's good to hear from you. You have."

"Shut up and listen. I'm calling from Milton's office, I called out sick today. You need to get to Smithfield Airfield just outside Gotham. Victor Cummings has a privet jet for his company and will be there in Gotham today. You need to be there between 6 and 7 tonight. The recorded flight plan has the plane leaving at 7:10 so you can't be late. If you are your stuck."

Frank felt like the world had just been lifted off his shoulders. "I.I.I don't know how I'll."

"Just be there. I have problems of my own. That blonde bimbo Supergirl has been nagging me for a few days."

"I'll be there.and thanks brother." Frank hung up the phone and sighed, then laughed. He still had to get to the airfield, and ditch Bambi. Frank laughed again realizing he still didn't know her last name. Or even where she lived. Or for that matter exactly which of the city's high schools she attended. But it was clear he was going to have to ditch the little eager plaything. He'd miss her, but she was too demanding. If he wanted to fuck Batgirl he should be able to fuck Batgirl. Or any other heroine. Like most men his age, for the longest time he would have given anything to have banged the Amazon Princess herself.

Frank laughed with the thought of looking for a lady cop. He'd have her give him a ride and he'd give her one. Then he'd leave her someplace and take the car. It was a funny thought, but impractical. The cops would find the car and check the airfield's logs. He'd have to settle for just getting a ride on the bus. The red line went out that way. Take the cross town to Wayne Tower Station, then grab the bus from there. Doing so without getting caught was the trick though.

Wearing a trench coat and sunglasses as a disguise, Frank was ready to leave just as Bambi was coming back from school. In the pocket of the coat was a zip lock bag full of his stronger version of the pills. "Where you going?" she whined with disappointment as she walked into the apartment and dropped her backpack when she saw him ready to leave.

"You know the rules. Homework first." Frank said insistently as she looked up at him with her deep blue sad eyes. He could see it. He could smell it on her. She wanted sex. She wanted him to fuck her until she passed out again. But that would take too long. He had to leave her hanging to keep her from getting mad and calling the police before he was long gone.

"But yesterday."

"I know. But I have an appointment in half an hour. Do your homework and start supper. And after I'll let you ride as much as you want." He said sweetly as she looked up at him with hope.

"And your not going to come back smelling like another girl?" she asked suspiciously. She looked him in the eye with a serous stare and a pout. Just like Marie did when she didn't get her way back in middle school.

"I won't come back smelling like another girl..i promise." he told her. I won't be coming back at all, he thought.

"But you promise later to make me feel good?"

"I promise." Frank replied as he bent over to give her a quick kiss on the lips, and to reach under her short skirt with his right hand and cup her tiny butt. He was really going to miss this one. At least with her he knew it wasn't the drug. She would be away from him and keep coming back. She genuinely wanted his cock. But she just wasn't enough for him

It was already around 4 as he made it down to the parking garage. He didn't want to wait until the last bus incase an officer was walking by and he had to hide for a few moments. The busses ran every 20 minutes or so giving him a few shots at each location. The bus stop was just outside the garage so he'd wait inside until just before the bus would arrive. He waited way over to the left where a wire mesh opening looked out and down the street from that location he could see the bus coming. It was back in the ally, but the wide sidewalk and the cars parked on the street made it so he'd see the bus a good two blocks away.

"Are you kidding. You call that a disguise." Diana almost sounded disappointed.

Frank slowly turned around to see Wonder Woman, his teenage crush, standing in her power pose about 20 feet away. Her cleavage looked even better than in any photo he'd ever seen of her. Frank took a long look of admiration. After all these years she still looked the same as when she first appeared. And he still wanted her as much as he did when seeing the first photo of her in the paper.

Frank started getting hard just from her taking a few steps towards him, the way her tits undulated with each determined step had him ready to jump her right then. But Wonder Woman was no Batgirl. Wonder Woman had super strength and never having truly tested how strong he was he had no idea if he could overpower her. But he had his ace in the hole, she was a woman and he had the drug.

"Are you sure we can't talk this over?" Frank needed to stall her long enough for the drugs effects to hit her. If she was there to arrest him he'd have to break her focus. She was no teen girl and her mind would put up a fight against her animal instincts.

"I think you can talk to the police. You'll find I'm a lot stronger than my friend was. And she'll live if your interested." Diana's tone was surly, but she was talking.

Frank studied those breast as they got closer. Big, round and firm, and just begging to be freed of that skimpy costume she wore. He had seen pictures of her naked, there were pictures of all heroines out there, but he wanted to check for himself. Were those really pictures of her boobs and twat he'd seen? Or Fakes?

"I never wanted to hurt anyone. I'm a victim." Frank whined. He refused to smile as his trench coat opened when he held his hands out to the sides. He watched as Wonder Woman's eyes scanned him. His chest, his muscular thighs and her gaze lingered on his big bulge.

Diana cleared her throat and shook her head quickly. Frank could see her fighting the effects. If he had taken the time with Batgirl it might have gone easier on her. And Frank was concerned with Wonder Woman's power if he moved too quickly on her. "You killed a man, threw cops around and almost killed one of my friends." Diana stated as she took her power pose just a few feet from him. Close enough for him to smell her, all of her. And like Bambi she was extremely sweet and he hoped her pussy tasted as good as Bambi's. And it was still nagging him he never got her last name.

Frank watched her gaze drift southward again as she paused for a moment. He smiled at her and commented "It's true what they say about black men."

"YOU SON OF A BITCH." Diana shouted as she lunged at him.

Frank was stunned by how strong and fast she was. She had him backed up against the wall with her left forearm across his throat in the blink of an eye. But she didn't hurt him, much. Frank could see it in her eyes with their faces just inches apart. She was getting aroused. "I'll gladly show you."

"You can't show me anything I haven't seen before." Diana growled as she held him in place.

Frank's gaze drifted down. With her so close he could see right down her bustier. Her chest was heaving as she took deep angry breaths. The vein on her neck showed her pulse was elevated. Frank wanted her to stay just like this a while longer. To take in deep breath after deep breath and let the pheromones work on her. She was a truly worthy test. Is she succumbed then mo woman could resist him. Except maybe Supergirl, but maybe he'd get a chance to test her later.

Frank smiled, he gently rested his hands on her arms and gazed into her eyes. Wonder Woman showed confusion in her eyes as he ran his fingers up her arms, over her bare shoulders and down her sides. He rested his hands on her hips, leaving them there for a moment. "The offer still stands if you want to check. I think you'd be surprised."

Diana tried shaking the thoughts from her head as she stepped back a few feet. Her whole face showed confusion and Frank chuckled as he unzipped his fly. "Don't." Wonder Woman weakly protested. But Frank just smiled at her as she didn't move further away. Frank unbuckled his belt and unhooked his trousers, all the while Wonder Woman was looking confused as she stared at his crotch. "It's against the Amazon code. I can't." she whined.

Standing in an empty parking space in an underground garage where someone could walk by at any moment, Frank slid his slacks and shorts down just far enough. Wonder Woman's eyes popped wide open and her jaw dropped as is 14" monster fell loose. "I told you." he commented. Her gaze was stuck on the sight.

"By the gods!" she exclaimed, stepping back one more step. She was still fighting it.

Frank this time stepped forward and to the side a few steps. He held his pants high enough to walk as he moved around Wonder Woman, and she turned to keep facing him, her gaze constantly on his huge cock. When he got to the other side of her he stepped closer and Wonder Woman stepped back, her hand coming up in a loose defensive position. "I think you should at least touch it or get a closer look to make sure it's real." Frank said laughingly as he stepped forward a few more steps.

"It's too big." Diana commented. The look on her face showed the confusion was going away, and Frank was thinking he'd won. Diana had fear in her eyes as she stepped back a few more steps as Frank kept moving towards her. She wasn't afraid of what he was going to do, she was afraid of what she was about to do.

"huh?" Diana weakly gasped as she was backed against the concrete wall. She trembled slightly as he reached out and placed his hands on her shoulders. "I can't.It's forbidden." she weakly protested again as he applied a little pressure and her knees buckled.

Frank liked the shocked look on the heroines face as she dropped to her knees, his cock less than a few inches from her ruby red lips. She looked up at him with her deep blue eyes as if to beg him to stop. But Frank wasn't going to stop.

Frank moved forward just a bit, he couldn't believe it as Wonder Woman opened her mouth as wide as she could and her hands took a hold of his cock and started to stroke him. "Ohhh.You've done this before, haven't you?" Frank was nearly beside himself. Wonder Woman knew how to suck and stroke a cock. Then she had over 30 years to pick up a few things. There were stories, but things tend to get exaggerated.

"uhum." Diana looked up into his eyes and at his ear to ear smile. For some reason she was happy to be pleasing him, like it was her life long desire to please him.

Frank, ever the scientist, needed to push her further. He constantly needed to test. "I'd enjoy it more if I could see your tits." he commented with a hopeful tone. And he nearly blew his load early as Wonder Woman wasted no time in reaching to her back and unhooking her bustier, all the time still sucking his cock. Or at least his big pink tip, which was about all she could fit into her mouth.

Diana tossed her bustier off to the side and returned her hands to working the big black tree. Frank leaned slightly to his right to reach down and feel one of the biggest and firmest tits he's ever seen. He thought Vanessa had great tits in her day, but hers were nowhere in Wonder Woman's league.

"mmm" she moaned as he gave her orb a gentle squeeze. "MMM." she moaned loudly as he squeezed harder.

Frank looked up to see two men that had been walking through the ally watching and smiling at him. He smiled back at them and placed his forefinger to his lips to tell them to stay quiet. As his audience made the same gesture back Frank chuckled.

But he didn't have all day. Like with Batgirl he had to speed things along. He'd like to spend a few minutes tit fucking her, but he also didn't want a cop stumbling onto him. Frank grabbed her under the shoulder and stood her back up. He chuckled as she groaned with disappointment. Frank squatted down and pushed her belt up slightly to grab the waistband of her brief, and grin at the wet spot at her crotch. "You are one naughty heroine." he cooed to her as he slid her briefs down. He took a moment to admire her pretty little camel toe and the neatly trimmed black bush. "Always ready for action."

Diana's head shot back and her mouth dropped again. Her hands held his to her hips as she clenched her eyes shut. His tongue felt wonderful. Her whole body trembled each time he ran his tongue up her slit and would make a circle around her engorged and extremely sensitive clit.

Frank was more than happy with her sweetness, but again he had to get going. And it seemed someone had been there recently, giving him a bit of a sour taste. She had cleaned herself, but he could tell she'd been with another man. Frank stood up, disappointing Wonder Woman again. He smiled at her and put his hand gently on her hips and turned her around. "HUH?" Diana gasped loudly seeing the two men. "Wait."

"It's okay. Their my friend, right?" Frank looked the two men in their 20s square in the eye as he asked. And as he asked he took Wonder Woman's hip with his left hand and placed the right in the middle of her back.. Diana braced herself against the wall with her hands as Frank bent her over slightly.

"Yeah, we go way back." one of the answered as they both laughed.

Frank held onto her hip with his left hand as his right placed his cock which tapered out to be as thick as a 2 liter bottle against her dripping wet snatch. That snatch tasted sweet, even if another man had had her during the past day or so, but either way there was no time to truly enjoy.

"UUUUHHHHHH!" Diana took a deep gasping breath as he pushed into her, her tight pussy being stretched like never before.

Frank paused about a quarter of the way in. He leaned over her and reached around. The men outside grinned back as he gripped both of her big perfect tits and started massaging them. Frank chuckled at her grimace and her eyes clenched shut. She could barely take a breath and her face was beet red. She was feeling him.

The two men outside had shifted where they were standing to block the view from anyone that might look that way from the sidewalk. To Frank it was the least they could do for a show like this. How often does one get to see a superheroine turned into a street slut?

Frank slowly rocked his hips and asked "Is it true an Amazon has to refuse to the death to surrender to a man?"

"Yes." Diana groaned. She had been trained to deal with pain, but that training didn't include something as big as his cock being rammed into her pussy.

"Then if you try and stop I will consider it a surrender. And so won't they, right boys?" Frank stated as he pushed in another few inches.

Diana groaned loudly as the two other men stated. "That's for sure. She's supposed to be like wicked tough."

Diana heard them and mentally resolved to see this to the end. She pushed her legs further apart and braced herself more strongly against the wall with outstretched arms as the big bastard reared back and pushed a few more painful inches into her. Her arms let go from the pain and shock and they moved closer to the steel mesh. The material was that used for chain link fencing with about 2" openings.

Diana braced herself again, holding her face just inches from the mesh. The men standing a few feet higher than she looking down and laughing at her as the professor pushed in further. But stopping him now was a defeat.

"I ain't ever seen anything like this." one of the men outside commented.

Diana clenched her eyes shut and tried to focus on just dealing with the pain. Pain she had to endure. Pain this man she had to please wanted her to endure, and she wasn't going to disappoint him.

Frank pulled back and lunged forward and a lot deeper this time. Diana's whole body stiffened and her mouth opened wide, but she couldn't breath. She couldn't yell. All she made was a gurgling sound and her while body shook as he plunged through her cervix. Frank's eyes opened wide this time as Wonder Women made a fist with her right hand and repeatedly smashed it down into the concrete, the force pulverizing the cement until she could finally take a deep gasping breath.

Frank found himself having to hold her up as her knees buckled. He held her easily though. One strong hand on her chest, and his big cock holding up her ass end. But he looked down the street and saw the bus coming. "Great, just great." he grunted having to think quick. The effects seemed to last for a while after the girls were away from him. Frank chuckled as he got an idea.

"I have a way to end the pain without you having to surrender. I'll make a deal with you. If you suck both of them off that would please me just as much."

Diana barely registered what he said, but it did click in. A deal was a way out of the pain, and if it pleased him then it was acceptable. "If it pleases you." she grunted back with a big grimace on her red face.

The two men outside had their cocks out by the time Diana had agreed. Wonder Woman took a deep gasping breath of relief as he pulled out. Her tear filled eyes opened to see a 7 and an 8 inch cock sticking through the fence material inches from her face.

She was unaware of Frank pulling up his pants and hightailing it for the exit. It would have been better of the young men could have gotten inside, but the place was too secure for that with a double set of doors. And it would have been even better if he could have finished fucking Wonder Woman. But then again he thought as he ran for the door, if she lives up to her reputation she'd come looking for him and he could finish what he started. How embarrassing would that be for her? He almost did it without trying with Batgirl Could he make the tabloids have a headline that read WONDER WOMAN KILLED BY COCK?

Diana's naked backside swayed back and forth as she first sucked one cock for a minute or so, then switched to the other. Her right hand was between her legs rubbing her sore gaping pussy and her left was massaging her breasts as she wondered why the nice black man wasn't touching her anymore.

The two men kept looking towards the street nervously as they stood with their cocks hanging out through their flies and through the fence material. All while enjoying Wonder Woman, or a reasonable impersonator, giving them head. Either way it didn't matter. Whoever she was she was good at it.

After just a short time both men blew their loads. One in her mouth, the other splattering her face and tits. As the two men laughingly put their tools back in their pants and scurried away Diana's mind started to clear.

She clenched her jaw in anger and then made a sour face realizing she had a stranger's cum in her mouth. Diana gagged and started spitting it out as she pulled up her briefs. She looked around quickly making sure no one else saw, and grimaced as she saw the security cameras. One of which was pointed right at her, and the vulnerable fencing material. She saw them earlier, but it made no difference in what happened. The cameras were focused on all possible entry points, but the one pointing where she got in was luckily broken off.

Diana crossed her right arm over her chest, then went over and picked up her bustier. "Wonder Woman becomes Wonder Slut in Gotham Garage. Film at 11." she groaned as she used her bustier to hide her embarrassed face from the camera as she moved to a location where none of the cameras she saw were focused on her to put her bustier back on. Her only hope was the cameras were fake, or at least that one wasn't working. So no one saw Diana Prince come in, they just saw Wonder Woman if anything. And hopefully it wasn't any of what happened.

Diana skulked away as she heard voices coming from the direction of the stair way. At least getting out would be easier than getting in. As Diana Prince she had waited by the entry and snuck in behind a car. This time it would be just go out through the doors. She hid behind a car as a young couple, hugging and kissing, got into a Corvette and drove away. Wonder Woman then made her way to the doors, bracing herself to make a get away before she was mobbed and people starting asking questions. Or got a whiff of her or her breath. This had been one of the more embarrassing events of her career and she didn't want to discuss it.

Diana hung her head, he had gotten away. She had figured out where he was and she failed. Now they'd have to start at square one in finding him. They knew who he was, but they had to find him again. He needed to be stopped.

"Are you sure it's okay with your mom and dad?" Kara asked. It was a little after 7 back east in Stanhope. Kara had a run in with one of the girls that was still pissed she and Lori had something to do with ruining their cash cow. The breaking up of the former police chief's porn ring had a group of girls cash strapped. Though another group was rumored to be filling the void there were those who were still miffed at Linda and Lori. Though most of the heat was off, there were still some holding a grudge. And one of then gave Linda a nice black eye that afternoon, a bit of poor timing. Without her power, Kara was vulnerable and could be hurt, so it really could be good timing. It helped keep her identity secret. Valerie also kicked Linda between the legs several times, and broke her hymen one more time. Kara thought it fortunate she had on dark jeans and that part was covered up, but she had taken a beating before security broke up the fight.

"If that bitch is really mad at you for some reason today, your better off here and mom and dad say you can stay over anytime." Lori answered. They were in the finished basement of Lori's house, sitting on the carpet at the coffee table doing their homework.

"Hi girls, just this last trip." the girls stopped talking as Lori's dad came down the basement stairs carrying the empty laundry basket. Richard Taylor gave the girls a smile as he walked by, both of them sitting there in just a T-shirt and panties. It was too bad about Linda's black eye, but his mind was more focused on her tight white T-shirt. The basement was a little cool and her nipples were hard and erect as she sat facing him. With all the lights on he could make out two darker patches on her top. Richard held the basked in front of him walking by to hide his growing bulge.

The girls sat silently as he walked over to the laundry area and took the towels out of the dryer. Then waited until he went back up the stairs to fold them. Kara thought nothing of sitting there with Lori like that, she did the same thing at home. When one or more of her friends slept over it was normal to hang around in just their underwear. And Lori's slightly pervy brother, Tommy, had been ordered to stay upstairs.

Meanwhile over in Metropolis, Connie strode out of The Lex Corp. Tower with an easy 500 bucks in her purse plus the bus fare she paid to get there. She had her head high and a big smile on her face as the limo pulled up. She had never had a job like this one, she didn't even have to have sex.

After she got there and gave the man at the front desk her name some nice woman named Merci came to escort her to some kind of lab. All she had to do was strip out of her clothes and stand on a platform while a tech. had the machine laser measure her. The fact the tech. was a man made no difference considering she figured her mom was sending her there to have sex anyway.

For most of her dates her mom was her agent. It seemed someone important had seen her on the soccer field and done some investigation. Connie figured it was a bit weird she didn't have to perform a single sexual act, but then they paid her more than double her rate for full access just to stand there naked. But she was also starting to notice her rates were a little low. It seemed there were more men in the city that could pay top dollar for a body as hot as hers.

And now instead of taking the bus back to school they were having a private limo take her back. And if and when they called on her again a limo would pick her up from school. It seemed odd a that after she dressed in a black leather mini skirt, high heels and a skimpy tank top, that she had a trench coat over, that no one was going to hump her. But 500 bucks for nothing was going to bring no complaints from her. And part of her half that 500 was going to get her those knee high spiked heeled shiny black leather fuck me boots she saw at the mall.

Around 6 in the evening out west in Gotham, Barbara yawned as she walked out of her bedroom wearing her flannel pajamas and her short dark hair looking like it hadn't been brushed in weeks. As she sat at the kitchen table for a bowl of chicken soup and a grilled cheese sandwich Diana smiled and commented "See, sleep helped. You have some color back in your cheeks."

"Oh shut up." Barbara groaned as she gingerly sat down. Helen, why she came they may never know, stopped her bleeding and heeled her most of the way. But Barbara's crotch was still very tender and she was still weak.

Barbara took a few spoonfuls of soup and a bite of her sandwich. As she chewed she looked across the table. Diana seemed awfully uncomfortable, she was squirming in her seat like a kid who took a bad whooping. And she had guilt written all over her face. They had known each other a long time and Diana wasn't a good poker player, it was amazing with all her tells she'd managed to keep her identity secret for all these years.

After her having some sleep and a few more spoons of soup she observed Diana still squirming. It wasn't hard for someone with her detective skills to know what happened. Barbara put the spoon down and sat back in her chair with a stern gaze. "What did you do? You went after him while I was sleeping, didn't you?"

Diana hung her head and groaned, then spent the next 15 minutes explaining. How he was strong. How he somehow seduced her and fucked her in a parking garage. She left out the blowjobs for the other two guys, her story was embarrassing enough. She explained how confusing it all was, how once things started going she wanted him. She wanted badly just to please him, no matter how much it hurt.

"He's getting more powerful. He's activated a dormant meta-human gene. He's taking a lot of that drug. His pheromone levels are through the roof. No one will be able to resist him and his cock could get even bigger. If he's not stopped he's going to hurt or even kill a lot of women." Barbara replied with a serious expression. She then grinned as Diana shifted in her chair again. "Serves you right."

"It's not funny. If I hadn't had my accessories I could have almost been killed like you were. Though with me he seemed not very forceful." Like maybe he was controlling himself Diana thought.

Barbara watched as Diana was thinking things over, and getting a little enjoyment from her having a sore pussy too. Serves her right, Barbara told Diana the creep was hers. "It doesn't matter. The analysis of the drug says he will eventually become irrational. He will be driven towards just two goals. More of the drug and getting laid as much as possible. His mind is still there for now, but if he's not stopped he'll go insane." she stated before taking another bite of her sandwich.

"And we'll stop him together. No one's going after him alone." Diana stated insistently. But she had other ideas.

Barbara took another bite of her sandwich and watched Diana as she chewed slowly. There was something else on her mind. Something other than the doped up professor. She had seen that look on Diana's face before, the professor wasn't the only one to compromise her recently. "Who is he?" she asked with her mouth full. It wasn't very ladylike but she figured she was sick and could get away with it.

"Who's who?" Diana had been thinking about it all day, and had no clue. Waking up after falling asleep on her sofa with her robe open was fairly normal. Diddling herself during a pleasant dream was a bit rare, but it had happened a few times over the years. Waking up with cum on the sofa and dripping from her pussy was a new one.

Barbara wore a knowing smirk. She held her sandwich at the ready and stated "You had sex with someone else recently. Who?" she took another bite of her sandwich and smile as she chewed and Diana blushed. Diana always blushed when she was confronted by one of her assertions she had sex.

"I don't know what your talking about." Diana tried to play it innocent. It was deeply embarrassing. Somehow someone had sex with her in her own apartment. All she knew was they left through the front door. It had been locked earlier and was unlocked after her sister came in through the balcony. Diana's eyes opened wide as she realized how he got in, after her sister woke her up she didn't have time to consider it then as she had to rush to Barbara's side. But now it was hitting her.

Barbara watched the wheels turn in Diana's head, and was reading the signs and was a bit concerned. "Oh my god you don't know..How? ...Where?"

Diana groaned and rolled her eyes, Barbara could be so annoying some times. Her keen senses seemed to pick up on everything. She was like a human lie detector sometimes. "My apartment, and I don't know how."

For the next few minutes Diana explained how she was sitting there grading papers and the next thing she knew she was waking up with cum inside her. She left out the part of Dru catching her playing with herself. The story was also embarrassing enough. With her keen warrior instincts no one should have been able to do that.

It was about 2 in the morning as The Dream Weaver drove his old frat brother through town. To John it was funny watching Frank, now that he was so much bigger, squeeze into the passenger side of the beetle. "Have you thought up a name yet?"

"Huh?" Frank had been staring out the windows into the night. "What?"

"You're a wanted man. You have powers now. So you need a code name. I'm The Dream Weaver." John said Laughingly. "I visit girls in their sleep."

Frank was one of only a handful of guys who knew John's secret back in college. And how after some annoying jock beat him to a pulp just for laughs, John snuck into his girlfriend's house and had sex with her. Then the next night he did the guy's sister, then his other sister another night, his mother, and the girl the jerk was screwing around with on the side. If your going to seek revenge, you might as well enjoy it.

"They can call me Professor or Doctor." Frank grumbled. He earned those titles and he should be shown respect.

"Nooo..I know.How about Pheromone.It sound a bit mysterious and a lot cooler." Frank said as he turned left down Jacob's lane.

"Where we going?" Frank asked. If he remembered John didn't even live in this town and they should be going straight down Main.

"I'm gonna leave you out at Tim Ernest's hunting cabin on the way home, but first I want to make a pit stop."

"Are you still doing that!?" Frank asked laughingly. It was beyond him why John would enjoy fucking girls as they slept, it was much better when they were awake. But then he and John both never had much success with girls.

"I want you to see this one. Man, you won't believe the tits on her." John said as he made another turn and then turned off the road into a treed area.

Frank followed John reluctantly as they walked up to the back of the house. John looked from side to side at the other houses to make sure no one was watching. "I pretty much just stick to this town, unless I see one special somewhere else. As a department head I have access to their records, thus their addresses. A girl hits her prime at 18 and 19 so I pretty much stick to that age group. And it helps reduce stumbling upon a virgin." John said softly.

"What's wrong with virgins?"

"Blood stained sheets. Sometimes they scream when their cherry is popped. Sometimes they wake up and I have to focus harder to put them back to sleep." John answered as they walked across the deck to the back door. "Damn it?" He tried the back door to find it locked.

Frank chuckled. "Someone smartened up."

John gave Frank a sour look, but he wasn't about to give up that easily. He went down the stairs and over to the basement door only to find that locked as well. John hung his head and groaned. He walked around towards the front with the big chuckling black man in tow. With it being a cool night he wasn't surprised to see all the windows closed.

John hated going around to the front of the houses. No one could ever predict when a car might drive by and putting a driver to sleep had it's own issues, like them crashing into a telephone pole or something. He learned that one the hard way.

Frank chuckled as John found the front door locked as well, and as John slumped his shoulders in defeat. As John started to walk away Frank grabbed him by the arm and pointed to the garden gnomes in the flower bed next to the front stairs. "Just like we have." he stated.

John laughed quietly as Frank lifted the gnome on the left and grabbed the key holder. He handed the key To John who unlocked the door and gave the key back to Frank to put back in it's hiding spot.

The men looked up and down the street to again make sure they were not observed, then went inside. "Take your shoes off." John stated as Frank made a move to go further. "Your visit isn't a secret if they find muddy shoe prints."

John led the way as they left their shoes by the door. "Gotta love houses with night lights." he commented as it was easy to see where they were going.

Franks eye brows arched as John made no attempt to be quiet inside the house. "Don't worry, no one will wake up. Everyone except me and you will stay asleep as long as nothing drastic happens. Dogs can be an issue sometimes, I'm not as good with animals. But they don't have a dog so we're fine." John stated in a normal volume as he walked down the hall and right into one of the bedrooms.

"You got balls dude." Frank chuckled as John left the door open and walked over to the table and lamp next to the bed.

"Looks like we got a bonus." John said when seeing the second girl in the big bed. "She has company." John turned on the lamp so Frank could get a better look.

Frank smiled and chuckled as he looked down at the two girls. The brunette was on her back with the blonde on her side with one arm draped over her friend. It looked like both were wearing button down flannel pajamas. At least from what he could see of them with the blankets up over their chests.

"The blonde's the one with the boobs." John said as he lifted Lori's arm and pulled the blankets down, and fully off the bed.

"Wow." Frank commented as he could tell the blonde was stacked even with her laying on her side like that.

"You don't have to be quiet. You can touch them, but if your cock is as big now as you say you better not fuck one of them. That would fall under the heading of drastic." John said laughingly as he walked around the bed and pulled Lori away from her friend, and onto her back. "That one I don't know. She didn't go to high school here. She's probably from the college."

Frank was practically drooling as John unbuttoned Lori's pajama tops. And he was getting really hard as John opened up the top to show him her humongous breasts in her bra. He then rolled her onto her side again to unhook the garment in question. He rolled Lori onto her back again and pushed the bra up and out of the way. "I told you. Huge." John joked as he took a few moments to play with them.

John then set his sights on the unknown, and well built, brunette. "Go ahead and check them out." he told Frank as he moved back around the bed to Kara. He opened up Kara's top and exposed her tits as Frank stood over Lori, kneading her huge and surprisingly firm J-cups.

"I can see why you like this." Frank chuckled. He had never gone on one of John's excursions before, but now he wished he had. There were a few girls from his school days who never gave him the time of day he would have liked to check out this closely.

John stood for a moment and stared down at another set of awesome boobs. This year would be going down as the year of great boobs in his book. Connie St. Cloud, Lori, Amanda Long, Diana Prince, Supergirl and now this girl. And if you like minorities there was that nice little oriental girl, Jen Ling. Five foot nothing and 90 pounds tops, with perky B-cups. All within a 6 month period. And Balinda wasn't bad either if you like freckles.

As Frank enjoyed Lori's tits John checked out the brunette more. After feeling up her breasts and as both girls delightfully moaned and squirmed he slid his hands down over her stomach. John chuckled as her hips thrust upwards as if to invite his touch. John first slid his hands under the waistband of her pajamas, brushing the waistband of her panties. Her moan was much louder this time, and she just about raised her backside off the bed. "This one looks like a real slut. Don't find too many who act like this." John commented with a lot of joy as he slipped his right hand into Kara's panties.

"Oh yeah." she gasped making both men snicker like school boys seeing their first nudie magazine.

John looked at Frank with a big smile and commented "And she's clean down there."

"Now that's weird, because she don't smell like a slut. She's got a very sweet scent to her, like nothing I've smelled before." Frank replied as he slid a hand down inside Lori's pajamas and into her panties. "This one has a nice soft bush."

Frank and John grinned as they slid the girls' pajama bottoms and panties off. They then took a moment to stand back and admire the sight. "Beautiful. Just beautiful." Frank commented, but it was killing him he couldn't fuck one of them.

"I'm gonna fuck this one." John stated as he started to unbuckle his belt and looked Kara up and down. There was just something about a new pussy on a new hot chick he couldn't resist. Any new hot 20something moving into town would get a visit from him within a week of him learning about her. He had even done a few as the lay in bed next to their husbands or boyfriends.

"Great.I get to stand here and watch you." Frank groaned in annoyance.

"No one said you can't tit fuck her."

Frank's eyes opened wide and he chuckled as John hastily took off his pants and his shorts soon followed. As Frank started to undress John moved to be standing next to Kara. He turned her head towards him and touched his cock to her lips. His eyes opened as her mouth opened and let him inside. John chuckled and stated "See, slut." as Kara started sucking and she moaned loudly.

"I still say she smells too sweet. She might not be cherry, but she don't smell dirty either." Frank replied.

John wasn't buying it. This brunette was actually sucking him off in her sleep. Only a few girls had ever done that, and they were all sluts. This was an automated response to a stimuli. This was a girl who had sucked a lot of cocks. But it wasn't worth arguing about.

"Gonna need some lubrication." Frank stated as he stood looking Lori over with a 14" hard on.

"HOLY CRAP.You weren't kidding." John turned from his girl for the night and was shocked to hell. "Give me some of that stuff." John felt a little wimpy with just a 7" cock sliding into the strange girl's mouth.

"You already fuck any girl you want. And what do you tell your wife?"

"Well, I don't want that big. But another few inches and I doubt she'd complain, not given her reputation." He only married her because she became pregnant, though they had gotten closer over the years. And looking back on his young and dumb years he wondered if John Jr. was actually his to begin with. She was such a slut in those days it could have been any of a dozen guys that knocked her up. But he liked her now anyway and they had grown into an understanding of each other.

"What about lube. I don't think she'll suck me like that one's sucking you." Frank was a bit annoyed. He was worked up and wanted release, now.

"Baby oil on the vanity." John relied after a minute of looking around the small room.

"Will the bed hold all of us, it looks kind of old." Frank asked as he lubed up his cock and poured a generous amount of baby oil on Lori's chest.

Good question, John asked himself. He had never worked with a partner before. And never had a foursome, never mind that Frank was big and now super strong. "Let's move yours onto the floor just in case."

John took Lori's feet and Frank easily handled the rest of her. They laid her on the floor with wall to wall carpet next to the bed and Frank wasted no time in climbing on. "MMMM Alan." she moaned as he knelt over her, his big heavy cock rested on her sternum. He chuckled as he went to hold her tits together and she beat him to it. She used her forearms to press her big tits together as he rocked his hips. "Mmmm." she moaned.

"She's done that before." John chuckled. She did it for him too the last time. It was a new trick she had learned and it Lori liked the feel of a cock sliding between her big breasts. But he didn't need the baby oil. She lubed up his cock the same as this new girl had done, with good old fashioned spit.

The bed squeaked as John slid his cock between the new girl's tits. She is a slut, he told himself as she too held her tits together in her sleepy state. And she too moaned with pleasure from the sensation.

Frank reached back with his right hand and slipped two beefy fingers into Lori's wet snatch. "Oh god yeah." she moaned. Frank grinned as her hips buck and she seemed to be looking for deeper penetration. But if he hurt her then there would be an investigation, so he couldn't fuck her.

John too was fingering his girl. And his too was acting like she wanted more. But in her case she was going to get it. John chuckled again as the girl bent her legs at the knees when he moved to get between them. He had the girls at about a quarter awake, more than deep enough asleep for them to remember nothing. But they were awake just enough to respond to stimuli. Her eyes were slightly opened and a part of him wondered who she was seeing. But no matter who it was she wouldn't remember in the morning.

He happily enjoyed it as the girl moaned and raised her hips off the bed as he gripped her waist. Her knees were bent with the bottoms of her feet on the mattress. And she had her legs spread apart as if to invite him in. Figuring it would be a bit rude to refuse such a pretty invitation, John pressed his cock against her pussy and applied a little pressure.

"mmmm, yeah." she gasped as he pushed further into her.

John looked over to Frank feverishly pumping his cock between Lori's huge tits. His cock was so long that his tip was brushing her lips and even the tip of her perky little nose. But the main thing was both girls looked like they were enjoying it. "Yeah Alan.yeah Alan." Lori's calls were wanton and desperate. In her dream she was being fucked by her boyfriend and she wanted him to make her cum. And Frank was fingering her like crazy to give it to her.

"So you can't like read minds and stuff." Frank said.

"That's just..part of..the legend." John replied as he the bed springs squeaked loudly. The young brunette's breasts shook with each thrust as he knelt on the bed, her legs over his. "All I .Do is..put an..idea.in there..heads and...their minds.do the rest...It's like..a post...hympnot...ic sug..gestion." Tell a girl to imagine her dad fucking her and even if she were half awake and her droopy eyes open she'd see her father on top of her. Tell her she's sucking off her boyfriend and in her dream it will be her boyfriend. Tell her it's a crazed boogie man attacking her and in her nightmare she'd be hunted down and raped by a boogie man.

John never had much stamina and this girl was extremely tight. She was a bit of a contradiction. She sucked and fucked like a well trained whore, yet he had fucked a few virgins that weren't as tight as her. And he had been around enough and seen enough to know that somehow this girl had been trained to do these things so well she'd do them in her sleep. John quickly arrived at his climax. He pulled out of the girl and stroked himself, firing streamer after streamer of his goo all over her stomach and boobs. And again like a well trained slut she was moaning and squirming under him as she rubbed it into her boobs. She even licked the few drops that made it that far off her lips and seemed to savor the taste. She was a major contradiction. She was super tight, yet acted like a whore. Weird.

By the time Frank came on Lori's boobs John was dressed, sitting on the sofa in the living room and eating a meatloaf sandwich. And Lori had shimmied and shook with three orgasms. "Your like really crazy, you know that?" Frank said as he walked out of the bedroom. He had sort of redressed the girls, taking a few moments to feel up the brunette and put the covers back on them. The brunette didn't just have great tits, she had a great but too. A butt he could see himself stretching as she screamed in wondrous agony.

"What?....I made you one too. It's on the counter."

"That's not what I'm talking about. You don't like wash it off?" Frank asked as he walked over to get his sandwich which was sitting on a paper towel.

"There's a post hypnotic suggestion in there heads that I'll get them if they tell. They'll think about it, and with there being two of them they'll even talk about it to each other, but they'll strongly resist. They'll come up with a reason themselves not to tell their parents or the law. And they'll be to ashamed to tell their friends." John calmly replied. "There is just one girl though, but I have her under control." Otherwise every girl falls in line. And they have done so for decades.

Frank took a bite of the sandwich as he walked towards the front door. "If they're all under control then where did Supergirl come from?" His mind was saying what John said didn't add up.

"I'm already on it. Somehow Supergirl stumbled into this, and Balinda had to have talked. But she got around my block. She's a meta-human who can see into people's past, even what they don't remember. She found me in the past of some of the other girls. She knows who I am." John answered as he grabbed his shoes and started walking towards the back door. "We go out this way. This door can be locked and then shut, the front can't."

"If that girl knows who you are, then you need to get rid of her." Frank stated as he followed John. If she's the only one who knew who you are then it was her that had to tell."

"I'm not saying she's the only one who knew. The girls she found me in also know, she found me and they can't remember it happening but they know it did. But they can't do or say anything. The use of her power can't be used in court. And I have them all afraid of what I'll do to their minds and the minds of their families if the do go to the police. But Balinda will be my starting point to find out for sure who talked."

The men put on their shoes and left, closing and locking the back door behind them. Frank was thinking John was soft, and he was going to go to jail now. "If she's the one who can finger you then you need to kill her." or better yet, he would. He was already wanted for murder. And maybe this Balinda might be interested in his big black cock. He hadn't really tried to kill Batgirl, even though he almost did according to Wonder Woman. Maybe it would be how the meddlesome girl, Balinda, would die. "Is she here in town?"

"No. She's up at Kansas State. And I got it. Don't worry." He and Balinda had an understanding, and if she was the one who talked her brother would be publicly outted. Jocks don't like fags in the locker room. "She'll be home for the weekend. I'll take care of it." His main concern with Balinda was her brother. They were twins and she was a meta human, so her brother should be too. But he had no clue what the boy's power was. It was the unknown that kept him from pushing Balinda too far, until now.

Frank figured it could wait a little longer. If the girl was in college then there was a little over a week left of classes, then a week and a half of finals. And then she'd be coming home for Christmas break. He could wait that long before taking care of her.