[Got an idea for Huntress and Batman but I'm not sure when I'll get around to it.]
Power Girl touched down on the polished floor of the Hall of Justice. To her disappointment Aquaman and Green Arrow were on duty, taking the night-shift together. Useless cocks when her body lusted for pussy. The two heroes were standing from their chairs, watching a dozen screens filled with maps and live broadcasts that showed a wave of crime and mayhem erupting all over the globe. She considered taking her frustration out on the two useless men by reducing them to bloody pulp but another idea occurred to her.
Power Girl adopted an expression of deep concern as she strode over to join her Justice League colleagues.
"That doesn't look good."
"Power Girl?" Aquaman was the first to respond, "Thank goodness. We're getting hundreds of alerts. The surface world seems to have gone mad. And half the League members we've tied contacting aren't responding."
"We're beginning to see a pattern," Green Arrow continued. "It's the women of the League we can't raise. These reports are too confused to be sure but it looks like this bizarre crimewave is being caused by women too."
Green Arrow looked tense. Power Girl disguised the curiosity she felt and regarded the screens with a mixture of puzzlement and feigned concern. Like she gave a fuck about anyone but herself. But it looked like she wasn't the only one to wake up and realise how the world really worked.
"Relax. Whatever's happening, I don't seem to be affected," Power Girl lied. "But I have my suspicions about what's going on and what needs to be done."
Power Girl took a seat at the console and her hands danced over the keyboard in a blur. It had been built to allow the Flash to use his superspeed and so it comfortably kept up with her own incredible Kryptonian speed. Dozens of windows opened and closed till she'd found the various bits she needed and took a few seconds to read them.
"Mind the fort, gentlemen. The cavalry will be ready soon."
With a blur of superspeed, but no explanation, Power Girl disappeared deeper into the Hall of Justice.
"Let's see what we're up against," Green Arrow said as he started to scan through the files and information Power Girl had called up. "This is from the Justice Lords. Our over-zealous other-dimensional counterparts. Part of the cache of files we received from their Batman when he switched sides."
"This is about an incident from last year. A mirror Power Girl trying to take the place of ours. Is this an invasion from another dimension?"
"It would explain... But this file is part of the Hall's inventory. Stocks of Nth metal captured during the Thanagarian invasion. Looks like Power Girl's highlighted some kind of flexible black alloy. Nth metal's resistant to magic."
"It's the location of the mirror Power Girl's effects highlighted here too. She was discovered pretending to be Karen Starr so the uniform was recovered--"
"This isn't information about how the Justice Lords staged their invasion." In his frustration Green Arrow spoke over Aquaman. "It's medical data. Research related to the way they kept the victims of their crazy rule docile through heat vision lobotomies. What's the connection?"
"Other dimensions, magic, mind-control. It almost fits."
"What if we've got this wrong. I don't like this. What if Power Girl is--"
"Hello boys! Do you think your wives will like my new look? I think they'll love it. Once I've made them my bitches."
Power Girl's words dripped with obvious malice, even without the threat to Mera and Black Canary.
She had arrived wearing her white leotard with boob window, blue gloves and buccaneer boots. Now she wore the costume of her evil doppelganger. White had become black and blue had turned to red that matched her cape and belt. Three bands of black Nth metal wrapped around her stomach, squeezing it tight like a corset and further exaggerating her prodigious curves. The edges of the bands still glowed where the Nth metal had been cut with heat vision and each was slashed with a molten red line where they had been welded together.
Her famous boob window had changed too. The hole had grown bigger and was rimmed in Nth metal supported by a band around her back. Her huge breasts were pushed through the boob window and supported from beneath by fangs of metal that came to vicious points just above her nipples. Two offset metal fangs from above held her breasts in place.
"Aquaman, hold her off while I get some distance."
Green Arrow knew he was out of his league faced with a Kryptonian gone bad, but the king of Atlantis had the strength to stand toe-to-toe and blow for blow with her. Despite the disparity in power Green Arrow's bow was already in his hand and he was ready to fight. Ollie knew a few tricks that could tip the balance once Power Girl was busy fighting Arthur.
Aquaman didn't move.
"Aquaman?"
Green Arrow turned to find out what was wrong. To his horror he found that Aquaman was staring calmly ahead, a little drool beginning to leak from his partially opened mouth. On Aquaman's forehead two small dots of blood were plainly visible.
"Power Girl, whatever's happened to you you've got to--"
A backhand strike sent Green Arrow flying sideways before almost as painfully his arms was caught and he was yanked back to look into Power Girl's glowering face.
"I've got to do nothing. I'm Power Girl. I want power. I want girls. And insects like you Justice Slaves are going to shut up and obey."
Green Arrow's mouth tasted of his own blood. Power Girl's look was murderous. He kept silent.
"I know what you're thinking. Play for time. She'll make a mistake. Rescue will come. She'll reveal her scheme. I used to be like you, think like you... Pathetic. Well, you're partially right. I'm going to reveal my plan but I'm not going to make a mistake."
Power Girl's eyes glowed briefly red and there was a moment of pain. Then the pain went away. All the pain went away. The light of intelligence in Green Arrow's eyes went out as his face went slack and calm. Power Girl released him from her grip and he stood calmly beside Aquaman.
"Don't worry, the damage to your feeble brains isn't as bad as it seems. Some of the Justice Lords wanted to go further. Beyond pacifying their victims to reforming them. All those superpowers going to waste. That was a step too far for their Batman, but Superman and Wonder Woman made sure the research was done. But they couldn't keep it secret from the Dark Knight.
"In minutes you'll have mostly recovered. The brain is adaptable, it will find ways round the damage. But right now your brains are flexible, malleable, suggestible. Vulnerable. Repeat after me: 'I am a hero. I do what's right. Whatever Power Girl wants is right.'"
"I am a hero. I do what's right. Whatever Power Girl wants is right."
"Good boys. And what does Power Girl want?"
"Power Girl wants power. Power Girl wants girls."
The two men spoke together. There was a pause, and Aquaman continued hesitantly alone.
"Power Girl wants my wife as her bitch."
Power Girl smirked at the use Aquaman was making of his slowly recovering mind.
"Power Girl wants my wife Black Canary as her bitch."
Green Arrow spoke far more hesitantly. His brain had been melted later and wasn't as far along in recovering.
"Congratulations, heroes, you're ready to join the Justice Slaves of America. I want to be ready when I make my move against Wonder Woman and the other sluts. There's only room for one top bitch on this planet and it's me. Now repeat until nothing in your life is truer: 'I am a hero. I do what's right. What Power Girl wants is right.'"
"I am a hero. I do what's right. What Power Girl wants is right. I am a hero. I do what's right. What Power Girl wants is right. I am a hero. I do what's right. What Power Girl wants is right..."
People always underestimated Power Girl, looked at her big breasts and thought there was no brain to go with them. People were going to learn some fucking respect. The women could still admire her awesome tits. Power Girl could have transformed Aquaman and Green Arrow into mindless obedient slaves. But this way they'd be clever purposeful slaves serving her agenda to the best of their abilities.
"Fuck, I need some super-hot super-pussy."
Power Girl surveyed the screens in front of her as she chose the perfect slut to target. Beside her Aquaman and Green Arrow chanted their new purpose over and over. Having selected her next buttmonkey Power Girl took flight.
In the Hall of Justice the growing number of alarms and cries for help from across the globe went ignored.
* * *
Miss Martian woke with a sudden sneeze, the smell of strange flowers quickly fading away. She felt funny. Switching on her bedside lamp she got out of bed and regarded herself in her bedroom's dressing mirror.
Her skin was green. Her pyjamas were covered in white bunny rabbits.
Miss Martian regarded herself with disgust. Why was she in disguise here and now? She wasn't a snivelling weak Green Martian. She was a White Martian. A warrior and conqueror!
Miss Martian's form shifted as her skin went bone white and she grew taller and thinner. She grew a sharp segmented prehensile tail and her head grew longer and pointed as a sharp armoured ridge grew above her eyes. Her mouth filled with sharp pointed teeth as she grinned at the transformation. Finally with a cruel snigger her pyjamas disapppeared leaving her naked in front of the mirror.
Miss Martian imagined walking through the Titans Tower or Hall of Justice like this. Feeling the minds of the Teen Titans or Justice League fill with fear and confusion. Knowing that gullible J'onn wouldn't believe she embraced her true self till she'd burned him to madness. Wonder Woman would recognise a fellow warrior, they'd fight and she'd win and break the Amazon's mind till she came crawling...
The fantasy was making Miss Martian wet, her nipples and pussy lips reacting as she slid fingers along them. She was still a virgin. She needed a girl to fix that.
Miss Martian spread her telepathic power across the Titan Tower. The girls were awake like her, but most of the boys were still sleeping. Starfire was an even bigger slut than she'd imagined. Raven was... No!
With a soft pop of displaced air the magician Zatanna appeared kneeling between Miss Martian and her mirror, her breath hot on Martian cunt. Without hesitation Zatanna's tongue began to lick at Miss Martian's ready teen pussy. It felt better than Miss Martian had ever imagined it could.
Zatanna's spell was still fresh in her mind as Miss Martian telepathically read it: 'Teleport to Miss Martian's cunt'. Zatanna knew she was a virgin, wanted to be the first to claim her.
Despite how good it felt to have human tongue lapping at her cunt, Miss Martian fought to keep her mind and her power elsewhere. This was a dangerous distraction. One she couldn't bring herself to stop as she fought to dominate another distant mind.
Zatanna pulled away from Miss Martian's cunt with a frown and looked up. Her frown turned to something like anger. Miss Martian could feel the witch readying a spell but she couldn't spare the attention or power to stop her. Lust and anger and fear and hate boiled in her White Martian blood.
"Simm Niatram stnaw ot eb reh s'revol xes ysatnaf."
Miss Martian's body transformed at once as she read Zatanna's secret lesbian desires. She became human once more though losing little of her height and gaining no more clothes. Her hair was long and red and her lips pouting and red. Her legs were longer and her hips were narrower as part of an almost impossible hourglass figure. Her breasts grew enormously until they were at least the match of Power Girl's.
A sultry slutty naked Jessica Rabbit looked back at her from the mirror as with a moan of feminine desire Zatanna began to suck at the transformed Miss Martian's clit. The first finger entered her tight virgin cunt as the defences of the mind she had been fighting to dominate and control collapsed and she transformed the woman into her loyal bitch.
Even as the finger curling inside her pussy made it almost impossible to think through the pleasure, Miss Martian turned her telepathy on Zatanna. The corrupted magician proved as strong willed as feared, but Miss Martian kept the witch's mouth sucking and licking her virgin clit so she couldn't cast any more spells. Miss Martian's cunt clamped tight around Zatanna's second finger as she came for the first time in her life and finally turned the slut in fishnets into her faithful servant.
Zatanna sat back, teasing at her fishnet covered pussy as she looked up the sex fantasy body Miss Martian wore.
"I should punish you for casting spells on mistress without permission. But your fingers felt so fucking good. And I want to look like your dream girl..."
Before Miss Martian could solve the puzzle of what to do with her slave Zatanna the door opened. Raven entered wearing nothing but her dark cowl and cape. Trails of black magic that hurt the eye and enflamed lust were slowly leaking and fading from her body. She walked over to Miss Martian and fell to her knees beside Zatanna.
"Mistress Martian, how may I serve you?"
The Martian's body changed again as Raven's fantasies were added to the mix. M'Gann grew a pointed red tail and small black bat wings as the empath's new lust for demonic taint manifested.
"Mistress Martian, I like that. Finger your pussy in reward."
Miss Martian surrendered her old name. From now on she would be Mistress Martian. Before her two of the world's most powerful magician's knelt with knees parted, hands spreading their pussies wide so she could see as they masturbated more for her pleasure than their own.
"What to do with you two? Raven was trying to summon her father to offer this world in exchange for ruling it as demon princess. And you, Zatanna, fucked me so well. But without permission when I needed no distractions. This world is mine to conqueor! What to do with you?"
Mistress Martian might no longer look like a White Martian, but her tone was every bit as cruel as one of those monsters.
"Do whatever you wish with us," the two magicians chorussed eagerly as they continued to masturbate. Their lust for Mistress Martian was more than sane. "We are yours body, mind and soul."
* * *
A women in a few tattered remants of armor smashed into a marble doric pillar with such force that it cracked. Even as she bounced away from it to sprawl on the ground another woman struck in almost the same spot. The crack turned into a split and the column swayed. The third woman still carried a sword until her back struck the pillar. She smashed through the pillar but robbed of her momentum carried on only a few feet past it before crashing to the ground.
With a terrifying roaring of tortured masonry part of the roof of the palace collapsed.
Through the resulting cloud of dust strode a shadowy female figure, tossing aside some of the scraps of clothes and armor she had torn from her opponents.
"Athena, grant me the spoils of battle!"
Wonder Woman's grin was wickedly triumphant as the dust settled to reveal her. She was girded for battle and her armored costume had already been damaged in the fighting. The golden metal eagle across her breasts was bent leaving one of her breasts mostly bare. The bottom of her bodysuit in blue with white stars was cut with a sword slash revealing trimmed black pubic hair and the top of another fleshier slit.
"Polemusa, my mother's faithful bodyguard," Wonder Woman sarcastically addressed a woman naked save for her bronze greaves and her high-crested open helm. She was coughing as she tried to pull herself free of the rubble that trapped her. "Are you ready to serve your princess? Fuck, I'm so horny. You'll serve or die, bitch."
Without waiting for a reply Wonder Woman ripped the hole in the bottom of her costume wider and sat on Polemusa's helm-protected face. The stiff red-dyed horse hair of the royal bodyguard's helmet crest tickled wonderfully through the blue fabric that still hid Diana's asshole. Wonder Woman grabbed the woman's tits and squeezed hard. Coughing turned to moaning and finally acknowledging defeat Polemusa began licking Wonder Woman's wet cunt with growing enthusiam.
"By Aphrodite, so fucking good!"
All across Paradise Island the Amazons were fighting and fucking. What was this island? What was peace? Suddenly they had realised, nothing but gilded cages designed to trap them. Everywhere on Themyscira the Amazons had sneezed and seized swords. They were warriors and they craved war. They were women and they craved the sensual bodies of other women. Paradise Island became an orgy of sex and violence.
Wonder Woman would fight and fuck them all if she had to.
And then she'd have an army to teach Man's Worlds the lessons it had always needed to learn.
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