Power Girl knew that their best chances for escape were to find additional allies. Her current allies and even her own body had been compromised too much. Her mounting arousal was almost impossible to bear, Canary's mammary obsession could undo her and the merest sternly worded erotic request from anyone would propel poor Huntress into immediate action. Stretching out her superhearing, despite the blaring alarm, she heard words coming down a nearby corridor - familiar words from different mouths.
"Epic fail! With that final Spin of The Wheel and all those software updates from the Punishment Box, I'd say we've got our first proper bimbo ready for auction, wouldn't you?" said a voice even more nasal and irritating than Riddler's.
"Yes, I daresay you're right. Let's get this over worth and move on to the next part of our game. Come here, "goddess". " sneered a female voice with a Greek accent.
"Storm, fight this! Please!" came a desperate cry.
"Yeah, don't listen to that fuckin' purple haired cunt! Fight this fuckin' shit!" said another girlish voice.
"Oh, non, I- oooh!" came a breathy, French accented response. "Zeut alors! I am so horny! I need ze cock!"
Power Girl put fingers to the lips of her companions and flew them silently, one under each arm, to the backstage of an game show identical to their own. From behind some sort of odd, complicated camera crane, they could see the entire spectacle unfolding. To keep her body from betraying her, Kara casually yanked Huntress by the hair, then pointed between her legs. Quick on the uptake, Huntress fell to her knees and started to eat out Karen's pussy with gusto.
A redheaded man in a white suit with a huge bow tie was practically drooling at the scene in front of him, the obvious host of this version of the show. His magical cohostess, however, seemed mostly bored but still smirked at the blue-eyed, white-haired beauty in front of her as a French Maid costume swirled around her body and she fell to her knees. The purple haired woman was dressed in a tight green catsuit that hung off one shoulder like a toga with olive skin and wicked emerald eyes.
"Say goodbye to Storm, Ororo Munroe the self-proclaimed goddess and say hello to Moninque Monroe, the cocksucking servant . . ." the purple-haired sorceress snapped her fingers and fireworks went off above the beautiful black woman, forming the phrase "BIMBO FRENCH MAID"
"Ooh! Oui! UHHH! OUI! OUI! I AM A SLUT! AAH! A SERVANT! I SUCK ZE COCK! OUI! FUUUCK!" the woman on her knees screamed, clearly orgasming over and over as tiny bolts of lightning sparked and fizzled from her fingertips.
The audience roared in delight even as tears formed in the eyes of some of the women remaining on their own separate podiums. It seemed this "Storm" was like Raven - the first bimbo of the night.
A quick glance at the other women revealed a heavily tattooed Pakistani girl covered in piercings with an abnormally swollen bust distending out a large "M" on her chest. She was dressed in a trashy punk rock aesthetic, body clad in only a tattered t-shirt and red leather shorts, presumably the source of the swearing she'd heard earlier.
Next to her stood a weeping brunette with a wave of brown curls framing a cute face. She had the slim body of a ballerina, long legs and a tight ass and wore a simple blue and gold body suit with an "X" on the belt. There didn't appear to be any noticeable physical changes and her outfit seemed normal by superheroine standards.
The third contestant however did not seem nearly as lucky. She was a blonde with thick, muscular thighs, a huge, impressive ass and big, heaving tits that rivaled Karen's. A pair of skimpy Daisy Dukes with some sort of red, yellow and blue star symbol stitched onto on each leg (what little there was) accentuated rather than hid her epic booty and a red and blue checkered flannel shirt barely hid her breasts. Messy, short blonde hair framed a face covered in trashy make-up.
"Oh mah God! Lord have mercy!" she muttered under her breath in a lazy Southern drawl.
The final remaining contestant was an exotic brunette clad all in red, beautiful Greek features drawn in rage. While Karen's enhanced senses could smell the same sort enforced arousal that affected the nearby Canary, the woman's iron will or perhaps simply rage kept her from showing any signs beyond gritted teeth and sweat. She had breasts nearly as big as Canary's that threatened to burst out of her red top with every heaving breath and was clearly as unhappy about them as she was about everything else. They rested like a shelf on top of her podium, nipples up and hard. She heard Busty gasp and stare in wonderment at the Greek woman's tits, drool spilling out of her mouth onto her own cleavage.
"Circe, please do remove our first bimbo from the stage for auction! In the meantime, I'll prepare Ms. Marvel, Shadowcat, Captain Marvel and Elektra for the team versus team challenge portion of our show!"
The sorceress glared at the man.
"Arcade - order me around like common help again, you preening poppinjay, and I'll turn you into livestock. Understand?"
"Umm . . . please take French Maid Storm to the auction block? Pretty please, your sorceressness?" Arcade said with a nervous grin.
Circle just sighed, rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers, making the busty black woman writhing beneath her disappear.
"Let's get on with this farce, shall we?"