The hellish harlot taking cupid’s place smiled as she watched the jewelry store confrontation from the sidewalk looking in throw the windows. There really wasn’t any other choice really. She held the arrow like an ice pick and stabbed it into the fire hydrant on the curb next to her.
*
Edgar felt the pulse of psychic energy, it was strong enough to cause him to wonder what had happened. There was a brief flurry of noises from in the store and then the back wall shattered knocking Edgar over. Edgar swore to himself as the images of Wonder Woman and Powergirl appeared in the dust cloud. But something was wrong, their outfits were black and shiny, their boots went up most of their legs and both had cruel expressions on their faces.
“Hand over the loot troll!” Powergirl shouted.
Wonder Woman grabbed a bag of gems and cash while Powergirl grabbed another with necklaces. Wonder Woman kicked Edgar in the stomach and laughed. All three looked toward the sound of a jet landing. Wonder Woman and Powergirl looked back to each other and knodded. They looked right back at Edgar and he cringed.
“Hay were did the troll and the loot go?” Powergirl asked.
“Must have fled like the coward he is,” Wonder Woman said, “Lets go before our ‘friends’ try to ‘save us’. I know where we can get some new outfits.”
Edgar watched as the two fled with two of the three bags of loot. He turned a looked at the source of heels clicking on pavement and spotted the black boot clad feet next to his face, he followed them up. The high heeled boots clung to the shapley legs up past the knees and then there was alabaster thighs before the shiny black cheerleader outfit and the pretty red haired goth woman looking down at him.
“Ah, poor baby. I am sorry those two sluts couldn’t see what a great guy you are,” she cooed, “Here let me help you up.”
The woman extended a gloved hand, Edgar realized that while it looked like rubber it felt like leather, and the woman pulled him up with no effort.
“Who are you?” Edgar asked.
“I use to be called Ms. Martian,” the woman smiled, “But baby, I done being a goody two shoes, I want you to teach me to be a naughty bad girl.”
“Martian?” Edgar said allow, “So you are a shapeshifter?”
“I can be anything you want me to be,” the perverted heroine smiled, “Oh I am really looking forward to acting out that fantasy!”
Edgar stretched, and noticed as he did his back straightened, he seemed taller, and his clothes changed, the suit became expertly tailored leather. He realized he felt different towards to woman in front of him.
“Megan,” he said with authority, “ditch the cheerleader look, you are anything but an innocent child.”
“Yes my love,” Megan closed her eyes and altered her outfit.
Edgar’s cock rose in approval as he looked her over. Black leather over the knee boots with platforms and sharp stiletto heels, black leather legging tucked into her boots, a black leather biker jacket, black leather gloves, light goth make up, a fiery pony tail, and a pair of black shades. Megan grabbed the last bag of loot and held it, her body reformed so the bag of loot was in a big purse hanging from her shoulder.
“That trick will be very useful my pretty,” Edgar said.
*
The demoness scratched her head, the lovely couple were making a clean get away, but she hadn’t counted on the two power bitches being warped by her arrow as well. Oh well, so there were two more villainess running around, she would get them sorted out later. She snapped her fingers and teleported to Chicago.
*
Thanks to the miricale of modern technology, Lex was fucking two women at once. He wore a rubber catsuit that sported Waldo remote movement sensors, both of his latex lovelies were secured into their rig in rubber gimps suits and each sported a VR head set. The trick was that both headsets had a camera and both were getting the feed of Lex fucking them, but one of them was getting fucked by a hydraulic replica of Lex complete with a laser scan accurate copy of his cock. Lex looked over at the IV drip hanging over the gimp girl in front of him, both women were being augmented with the Kryptonian retrovirus. By this time next week his slut would be his supersluts!
*
In so many ways she was her father’s daughter, but in many ways they couldn’t be more different. The Institute had called and requested her help in finding Kathrine Pryde. They had explained that she had checking into a hotel in Chicago, went to see a potential recruit and then that was it. Her phone was off, there was no connectivity with her laptop and even the psychics couldn’t find her. It was clear they were not expecting her to simply say that she would go and look around. It seemed like Emma, Beast and Jean were all about to launch into a series of speeches about why she needed to help and were left speechless by the automatic agreement. When Laura got to the hotel she managed to get the manager without braking anything. Once Laura let him know about Kathrine, the manager informed her that the lady had been her, she had checked out this morning, and left a box with a prepaid label that the currier service had already picked up, in addition the maids had already cleaned out the room. Laura simply repeated the “Facts of the case,” and the manager didn’t offer any arguments and ushered her up to the room. Once the manager opened the door he stepped back into the hall so Laura could examine it by herself. She didn’t need to tear the place apart. Her senses did the work for her.
Sex, girl on girl sex. It hung in the air, but sure enough the sheets were fresh, no signs of violence. Something led her to the bathroom. On the counter was a note and an arrow. The note was not written by Kathrine, but it informed the reader that Katherine had resigned from the institute and would send back all of the institute property by currier service. There was a spot of blood on the arrow tip. Laura sniffed it, it belonged to the second woman having sex in the room. Something was driving her to taste the blood… the blade of the arrow head nicked her tongue and for a second Laura’s mind exploded. Just as instantly her vision cleared and senses returned. Laura looked at the note again, it had a different message on it this time. Laura pocketed the note and went to put the arrow back only to realize it was gone. She thanked the manager and left, she called the Institute as she made her way to the address and let them know Kathrine had quit and was taking some time to herself, she was using what the professor had taught her to shield herself from mind probes so she could clear her head.
*
“No teeth!” Harley slapped Snuggles’ face.
Harley was really enjoying the feeling of her pet giving the double ended dildo a blow job. There was a knock on the door. Both Harley and Snuggles turned and looked at the front hallway. They made their way to the front door and looked out. Kitty about pissed herself at the sight of Logan’s daughter standing on their door step. Both Harley and Kitty gave questioning glares as Laura dropped to her hands and knees and started pawing at a shoe box on the welcome mat in front of her. Harley bent over and grabbed the box, there was a note on the lid.
“Lets see here,” Harley started reading the note, “Giggles is an orphan latex lesbian Hyena cub in need of a clan and the loving hand of a dominatrix to train her right. In the box is a complementary collar and coat set from the holiday love society.”
Harley opened the box and took out a leather collar. Sure enough it had Giggles property of Mistress Harley on the tag. Laura started giggling. Harley then pulled out a rubber hyena suit with a strapon hanging out the front.
“Oh you are going to love this!” Snuggles cooed.
“Get in here my pretty,” Harley grabbed Laura by the hair, “We got sexy time to have!”
“Thank you Mistress!” Giggles called.
“Snuggles get an enema ready for her!” Harley ordered, “We are tossing her in the deep end!”