Barbara Minerva sat down in her human form, Blonde hair in a neat pony tail, designer dress and shades. She was to meet with Tetch, the Mad Hatter. She arched an eyebrow as a Johnny Depp impersonator in a top hat and Kalvin Klein suit walked up to her sidewalk table outside the coffee shop.
“Well Hello Miss Kitty Kat,” The man said in a soft tone, “I’ve wondered where you are at.”
“Bugger off,” Minerva’s upper class British snobbery came out like verbal claws.
“Oh me, oh my,” the man sat down at her table, “I’m not a bee to just fly by.”
“Hatter?” Minerva asked.
“Indeed it is,” He smiled, “Like the new look?”
“Hell of a makeover,” Minerva admit to herself that for a man he looked hot now.
“A lot of them happening so far this year,” Hatter smiled, “I understand Black Widow and Captain America had a makeover as well.”
“It made them perrrr-fect,” Minerva let herself roll the per into a feline purr.
“I myself have had some help just fall into my lap,” Hatter said, “But it brings up an interesting question, who is responsible and why?”
“I was wondering who was safe,” Minerva took a sip from her overpriced coffee drink.
“Not even Superman,” Hatter grinned.
Minerva turned and looked at Hatter
“It seems that whatever is at work turned Superman and Lois Lane into Lex Luthor’s latex love ladies,” Hatter whispered, “And are they wanton whores for their wonderful womanizer.”
“You might be really hot now,” Minerva stared at Hatter, “But those alliterations will keep you from getting laid.”
“If I really wanted to I could hat you and your cubs,” Hatter said flatly, “No… I have my Alice and my March Hare now.”
As if on que, a twenty something bleached blonde in a light blue dress with white latex leggings and heels and another blonde in a brown mini dress and brown riding boots.
“Did you hat them…” Minerva started to ask.
“No hats on us,” the Alice smiled, “Hatter is using his skills as a porn god to keep us in line.”
The Two giggled.
“So what do you want?” Minerva asked.
“A detaunt,” Hatter said, “You see I have a theory. Whatever is behind this is feeding on villains getting laid. Think about it, your cubs aren’t random nymphs, they are addicted to you and will do whatever for you and to please you…”
“OK,” Minerva conceded.
“So what happens if super villains have sex together?”
Minerva pulled her glasses down and looked Jervis in the eyes.
“What boon might our benefactor bestow on us?” Jervis said.
“Why would I consider you for your experiment?” Minerva hissed.
“The only others we know have been blessed,” Jervis started counting off with his fingers, “Luthor, Penguin, Catwoman, Doom, Psycho, Deadpool, you and me… Although some suspect Arcade might have some ladies, but no one knows where he disappeared too.”
Minerva thought it over for a second, Luthor would just try to screw her over, she would never touch the bird, psycho or Wade and Doom was just as much of a back stabber as Luthor.
“Why me and not Catwoman?” Minerva asked.
“I can deal with some scratches and an odd bite or two,” Jervis said, “Word is Catwoman had gone full psycho dominatrix.”
*
“Give it to me bitch!” Selina growled.
Tim was in his rubber cat suit, tied spread eagle to the dungeon bondage bed, fucking machine pumping a dildo into his ass like a jack rabbit on meth, and Selina in crotch boots, arm pit gloves and cowl riding him cowgirl style while pinching his nipples and flogging him with a whip. She leaned down and pushed his head into her tits blocking the intake valves on his gasmask cutting off his air.
“Harder!” She screamed.
*
“OK,” Minerva agreed, “You have a point. I would never sleep with those other Ah-holes. What are the possible ramifications to your plan?”
“At worst,” Jervis shrugged, “we become addicted to each other like our lovelies are addicted to use. Also highly likely is that nothing happens aside from the normal man, woman, sex, and then a smoke deal.”
“And maybe, just maybe,” Minerva finished the thought, “the sex devil rewards us with power over heroes and mortals beyond what we have already.”
“So what do you say?” Jervis said calmly.
“If I end up pregnant,” Minerva said coldly, “You become a transsexual! Meet me at this club at eight, I expect dinner and dancing on your tab if you want to get me in the mood.”
*
“If you can’t do an objective story Lane…” Perry screamed as he threw the print out of her article at her, “You can look for a new job!”
“Fine,” Claire folded her arms, “Lets go… And you can expect to be front page for firing a same sex couple!”
“Latter Perry,” Lois put her arm around her wife, “Our lawyers will call your lawyers!”
The two made their way to the elevator only stopping to grab their purses.
“You two can’t leave,” Jimmy tried to intercept them.
“Too late,” Claire smiled, “We got offered a better job already. Take care kid, give us a call if you ever need a reference.”
“Sorry Jimmy,” Lois patted the red haired boy on the head as she left.
Once in the elevator, both women opened their jackets and pulled each other into a full on make out session.
“Can’t wait for Master Lex to fuck us!” Claire moaned.
“Oh god yeah!” Lois played with her bride’s tit’s.
“I wish we could bring Karen over to serve Master Lex,” Claire kissed Lois, “She can’t be nearly as satisfied as Doom’s bride.”
*
“Karen…” Doom’s voice echoed in the office.
“Great…” Karen drooled slightly, “Roa….”
“Karen dear,” Doom pinched the Kryptonian’s nipple.
That didn’t bring her back from her post orgasmic high. Karen continued to sit naked on her lover’s lap in a seated version of cowgirl. The gold kryptonite clit ring had keep her from crushing her master, king and love god, but it made her less resistant to the falling victim to the phenomena called being “Fucked Silly.”
It didn’t help that among the disciplines that Doom had studied were the arts of Tantric self-control. Which meant that Doom could keep going longer before blowing his load.