Star City California
Roy watched the Mayor’s car pull up to the apartment building and waited. A blonde matching the description in Mia’s notes came out wearing a cocktail dress and over the knee heeled boots. She got in the Mayor’s car. Roy followed them as they drove off. Their first stop was the Mayor’s place, but ironically they got out and walked back across the street and into the Red Light Market store. Roy tried to get into the security feed backdoors that Oracle had set up but found the store was locked out. He texted Oracle… got an away message. Roy waited and tried to think what to do next when his jaw dropped, Dinah and Ollie walked out of the shop with about eight bags each of god knew what in their hands. Roy stood dumbfounded as the pair walked by and Ollie even shifted his bags to one hand pulled out some cash and put it in the paper cup Roy was holding and kept walking. They laughed, giggled, kissed and Dinah even shifted the bags in her hands so she could pinch Ollie’s but and stick her hand in his front pocket!
“Is she trying to con us so she can have Booty time?” Roy asked no one.
“Maybe handsome,” Mia said from behind him.
Roy turned around and his knees gave out. Mia stepped out from the alley way in shiny and way to revealing version of her speedy catsuit.
“Here’s some tunes to listen to while you wait on them,” Mia tossed Roy a MP3 player.
She gave a flirty smile and wave before back stepping into the alley and disappearing into the night.
*
Mia smiled to herself. She didn’t know where Dinah had managed to come up with the suit in under two hours from the time she called, but she felt so much better in this one. She wanted to hit the clubs even more than she wanted to hit bad guys but she was a working girl, and she would never be that kind of working girl ever again!
*
Ollie closed the door to the flat behind him and Dinah as he turned around she slammed him into the door and ripped the tee shirt off of him. She ran her hands up and down the body of the armless chap suit he wore under the street cloths. The pair kissed passionately and then Ollie pulled her shirt off revealing her matching suit. Ollie began to kiss and lick her bosom throw their latex encasement.
“Ollie… oh god… Ollie,” Dinah gasped, “Hang on. I think we… ahh… Ollie bad puppy!”
Ollie made a woof noise when Dinah half slapped him on the head. She used the interruption to head over to the bags and started fishing out the puppy tail butt plugs and dog head hoods.
“What do puppies coming into heat do when their mistress isn’t around?” Dinah asked.
*
The Clock Tower Penthouse Apartment, Gotham City
Dick was still slightly shell shocked, he was tied to the bed, wearing a latex condom jock strap, blind folded and Barbara was sucking his dick like a thousand dollar hooker while she had three lubed fingers giving him a prostate massage. Dick wasn’t sure about the headphones playing the music from the store, but it didn’t hurt his ability to hold on to his erection for his rubber love goddess. Suddenly Barbara stopped and laid her back across his chest and snuggled her face to Dick’s.
“Dick, I know you can hear me and have a lot of questions, but thank you for just letting me do what I want. You have no idea how great it is to be able to be active and not just lay back and take it!”
“Barbara,” Dick stammered, “Please don’t stop!”
“Please don’t stop… what?” Barbara prompted.
“Please don’t stop Mistress!” Dick muttered, “Mistress please keep using your toy!”
Barbara kissed her love struck stud and positioned herself to ride him in an anal reverse cowgirl.
“Now don’t you dare cum without Mistress Barbara’s permission!” Barbara giggled.
*
Outside Nigma’s safehouse apartment, Gotham City.
The banging on the door continued, Nigma couldn’t ignore it any more. It was late in the afternoon, but for those on a graveyard shift sleep schedule it was still too early to wake up. Especially after Miss Kitty kept him up past his bedtime this morning! Nigma looked throw the peep hole and saw the back of Harley’s head, he looked over at the CCTV feeds and saw playing cards stuck to the cameras. All of them were Queens and 8’s so that meant no Joker at least.
“What do you want Harley?” Nigma asked as he pulled his door open.
“You Ed,” Harley smiled and then grabbed Nigma by the collar.
“Yes Ed we want to talk to you about a wonderful opertunity!” Pam smiled.
“Are we talking time shares or bat traps,” Nigma tried to regain his composure.
“Threesome Ed,” Pam said, “You, me and the blonde. We are dress for it already! Well Harleen and I are.”
Harleen pushed Nigma back into his apartment and stepped inside followed by Pam. Nigma got a chance to look at them, and his jaw dropped. The pair were dressed in second skin catsuits, boots and gloves, and Nigma couldn’t help but notice the zippers running across their breasts and between their legs. Pam closed the door behind her and then started unzipping her crotch.
“What is Joker going to say about this?” Nigma demanded.
“Not much since he has a death mark on him,” Harleen noted, “We have a new boss and she wants you to work for her too. Think of us as enticement. Nigma started to drool as Pam opened up her pink catsuit and Harleen opened her black catsuit. Nigma slapped himself.
“What does your new boss want from me?” Nigma almost shouted.
“Your intellect working for her, and your sexual services,” Harleen kissed Pam, “A lot of sexual services.”
“Oral sex, vaginal sex, anal sex, sex on display,” Pam tossed out, “Sex in latex, sex in boots, bondage sex, pegging, anything her perverted heart desires. And if you can’t figure it out we will be happy to train you.”
“Train me?” Nigma stammered.
“Yeah, real hands on,” Pam leaned in and blow her pheromones in Nigma’s face, “what do you say? From one natural redhead to another… lets rub fire patches!”
While the alarms were going off in Nigma’s head those parts of his brain were shutting down as all blood was redirected to his expanding manhood. Harleen tapped Pam on the shoulder and pointed at the buldge in his pants.
“Lets get these off,” Pam said.
Nigma didn’t resist as Harleen and Pam pulled his pants and boxers off. The gloved hands massaged the last inch out of Nigma’s manhood before Pam pulled a lubed condom over it. She put her tits in his face as she slide his manhood into her love-box. Both redheads let out a gasp. Nigma started licking and sucking the offered bosom like a baby, any concern about toxins in the nature queen’s body forgotten. Nigma didn’t even listen to Harleen whispering into his ear. Pam bucked her hips and Nigma started to as well. In the background words almost stuck out, words like; “slave,” “obey,” “Mistress,” “Latex,” “Queen,” “submission.” Nigma felt Harleen’s hands between his legs and something tighten around his manhood. Even as Pam arched her back again and again in pleasure Nigma didn’t release, then Pam and Harleen switched, Harleen squatting on his manhood with her back to his face and Pam putting her dripping wet pussy to his lips. Nigma didn’t notice the ear buds and the sounds filling his head, he was only aware of the taste of Pam’s nectar and the pleasure of Harleen riding his dick. When Nigma finally came, he was broken and temporally brain dead. Harleen and Pam smiled with the pleasant afterglow of sexual bliss. Harleen pulled handcuffs from the thigh of her boots while Pam pulled a o-ring gag.
“All these years we just dismissed him as another creep,” Pam noted, “But damn does he have stamina! And full sized dick too!”
“I know!” Harleen said.
Nigma was secured and then Pam found an overcoat, and drapped it around him.
“Can’t wait to get him back to the underground,” Pam smiled, “He is going to be so much fun once he has been reprogramed to be a fetish slave for Her Majesty like us!”
“And using a feel-do to peg him?” Harleen grinned, “I can not wait!”
*
The Batcave, Gotham City
Bruce sat at his terminal looking at Steph and Tim. Both were in costume but with their cowls and masks off.
“Guess what I’m about to say,” Batman intoned with as much darkness and hate as he could muster.
“We fucked up when we let the bust get out of hand and then the place caught fire and the mooks got away?” Steph said.
“You are about to sentence us to three weeks on the ZOOGER?” Tim offered.
“Do you really think I have no imagination?” Batman said, “You two are going to correct Huntress’ class work while she runs an undercover operation to bust the Seventh Street Rangers.”
“What? Miss Bertatelli makes her students write 8 page essays for kicks in class!” Tim sputtered.
“You already knew her alter ego?” Steph asked.
“Report to her building. Robin prep the Red Bird,” Batman said, “Hold it Steph.”
Tim kept walking while Steph shivered.
“I want you to snoop around the apartment Tim’s Aunt Kari is renting and plant bugs,” Batman tossed her padded envelope.
Steph and Tim got into Batgirl and Robin mode and departed. Batgirl turned on the white noise generator.
“He wants me to bug her Majesty’s apartment,” Batgirl briefed Robin.
“We will have to be subtle about informing her so we don’t trip his suspicions,” Robin said.
*
Kent Lane Apartment, Metropolis
Lois was not happy that she needed to be nude for this performance, but she knew what she must do. They must be made to confess and profess their perversions and beg her to dominate them as a latex dominatrix. Once she had them convinced that they were submissive shits that wouldn’t be able to function unless under her kinky heels she would “gracefully acquiesce” to their pleas and “reluctantly” turn them into slaves. Lois was not expecting Kara in little more than pink rubber wrist and ankle cuffs, thong and collar to instantly kneel before her and beg to be beaten, abused and enslaved. Clark in his black latex Superman suit followed right away, and while Karen was last, she looked the sexist in her pink latex cheerleader dress, stalkings and gloves holding out a collar for Lois to claim her with. Lois had gotten the Gold Kryptonite pendants Clark had given her and hung them around the Kryptonian’s necks.
“I think we all know what these are and what they do,” Lois said, “But lets go over it again; as long as you are within a meter of the gold Kryptonite you will be human and your bodies will act and react like human bodies which means this will hurt!”
Lois flicked a whip at each of the three Kryptonian butts as she walked behind them. Each of them yelped at the strike.
“Hands out on the floor!” Lois ordered.
Lois made sure to plant her bare feet on each Kryptonian hand out stretched on the floor.
*
Selina’s Safehouse, Gotham City
Selina had two little kitties, and she was ready to play! Holly and Karon were meowing like cats in heat too.