Mercy’s full body catsuit squeaked and popped as she leaned back against Lex in his rubber surf suit. She moaned as Lex pumped his cock into her ass and Lois switched between sucking on her nipples, kissing her and Lex and licking her clit. The part that really made her swoon was all six hands on her baby bump. Nobody knew what they hybridization would do to the pregnancy, but as long as she was pregnant the decision was made for her to wear the gold kryptonite pendant at all times just in case.
“Lexi honey,” Mercy panted, “I picked out the perfect outfits for us for the Community event tomorrow, all green latex!”
*
They were in Bluddhaven, all five of them. Selina was dressed in a green rubber merry-widow, thigh highs, and opera gloves and ridding the black rubber gimp tied to the bondage chair.
“Purr for me my Tomcat,” Selina ordered.
Dick tried to obey but could only manage a muffled noise with the gag in his mouth.
“That it Tigger,” Selina basked, “Get that tongue all the way in there!”
Selina couldn’t wait to make all the Bats her sexy kitties!
*
Circes had to admit that it was kind of boring now that Wonder Woman was no longer a self-righteous blowhard superheroine. She wanted someone to play with… Here she was the Friday afternoon before Saint Patrick’s day with no one to mess with. She couldn’t believe her eyes when Steve Rodgers and Hal Jordon walked into bar. Circe cast some glimmer on herself making her purple hair black and her outfit a normal blouse, and an a-line skirt. She walked over to the Bar and looked at a redhead in a green corset back there.
“Three beers,” Circe said.
The redhead gave a weird smile and reached down she put three bottles of Harp on the counter and toped them with pint glasses. There was something about the woman that Circe couldn’t put her finger on. Maybe she had some fay blood in her or something. Circe took the beers and strutted over to the table that Steve and Hal were sitting down at.
“Hay John,” Circe didn’t look at the two as she put the bottles on the table, “What took you so long?”
“Ah… Who?” Steve asked.
“Oh John,” She made an effort out of the act and looked at the two, “Oh, you aren’t John. I am so sorry, I was supposed to meet my friends John and Mark.”
She blinked and cell phone clipped to the back of her skirt chirped. She grabbed the phone and looked at it and frowned.
“Is everything ok?” Hal asked with honest concern.
“Yeah, that was my friends from work,” Circe said, “They just texted saying that they had to bail on me. Damn it, I have been waiting an hour and bought the beers already…”
“Well I’m not John or Mark,” Steve smiled, “But I would like to share a beer with you, how about you Hal?”
“Well you already bought the first round, so I say it would be fair that we get the next round for you,” Hal smiled.
Circe smiled. Steve helped her with her chair and then took a seat himself, and Hal smiled.
“That you,” Circe smiled, “Such a gentleman.”
“Steve is an old school kind of guy,” Hal chuckled.
“So what do you two do?” Circe asked.
“I’m a pilot and Steve here works for the VA,” Hal said with a nonchalant tone.
“Military?” Circe asked.
“We are both veterans,” Steve confirmed, “I was in the army and Hal was in the Air Force.”
“So you didn’t serve together?” Circe played the part of the average citizen.
Both men laughed.
“No,” Hal said, “We met later at a VFW barbeque.”
“Yeah we do a lot of work together outside of our day jobs,” Steve said, “Volunteer work, you know helping people out.”
“So what about you?” Hal asked, “Tell us a little about yourself.”
“My name is Donna,” Circes lied, “I’m a lawyer, I represent a number of local companies and do some pro-bono work as well.”
Steve went to pop the top of one of the beers on the edge of the table when Hal twisted off the cap.
“Go ahead and show her your party trick,” Hal improvised, “Watch this.”
Steve slammed the heel of his palm on the top of the beer and then snatched the flying bottle cap out of the air with the same free hand. Circe gave a light golf clap.
“Wow,” she smiled, “Can you show me that again?”
She handed him the last bottle. Steve repeated the action again and handed the bottle back to Circe.
“To Saint Patricks day?” Hal offered a toast.
“To Saint Patricks day,” Steve and Circe said.
The three took a sip of their beers and instantly felt a pleasant wave pass over them. Something made them take another swig.
“So Donna any plans for tomorrow?” Hal asked.
“Not really,” she lied, “You?”
“Company picnic,” Hal half smiled.
“How about you Steve?” Circe asked.
“Not much,” Steve had a smirk, “I will be on call at the crisis center. You know taking calls from Vets in Trouble and things like that.”
“I am told that any holiday is a stressful time for some folks,” Circes said before taking another swig.
She was trying to decide what kind of animals to turn these mortals into but for some reason she kept thinking about various sexual positions she wanted to try out. They really did seem like nice guys, and for some reason Circe didn’t try to curse them but rather just kept drinking the beer with them.
“Let me get the next round,” Steve smiled as he waved over the red head from the bar.
By the end of the second beer, Circe didn’t want to turn these heroes into monsters, she had visions of them in skin tight leather outfits begging to fuck her and she laughed at them like a dominatrix queen, berating them until she would mount them and claim them herself. By the fourth beer, both men looked damn sexy in their leather pants, leather chaps and t-shirts, leather jackets and leather vests. Circe was playing footsie with them rubbing her knee boots against their legs and was squirming in her leather skirt and vest. By the sixth round Circe wanted these two fucking her boots on their knees.
“Ma’am,” Steve said, “I want to quite being Captain America and want to be your slave boy.”
“Would you be willing to surrender your soul to the evil witch Circe?” She leaned in and then asked.
“If my chance to be your fuck gimp is to sell my soul,” Hal said, “It is yours to command Mistress.”
“Kiss me and surrender yourselves to me,” Circe said, “You will become my hench-gimps, loyal and obedience will be rewarded with pleasures of the flesh.”
Steve rushed to kiss her before Hal could. Once both men had kissed her, they leaned back in orgasmic release. Their outfits changed. The leather biker gear turned green and merged into a single second skin layer with metal rings to secure them in bondage at their wrists, elbows, waist, knees thighs and ankles. Collars and chest harnesses in green leather secured them even further and green leather hoods covered their faces leaving their eyes and chins exposed. Circe shook her head, casting off the glimmer of Donna the cheap mortal dominatrix and stood up. She summoned green leather leashes and clipped them to her slaves, as she made her way out she stopped by a full length mirror. Gods did she look sexy in her Green Leather corset, green leather kilt, green leather over the knee boots. She was going to fuck these two fallen heroes so hard that none of them would be able to walk straight for a week!
“Let’s go Captain Gimp and Green Leather,” Circe called with a cruel laugh, “Mistress demands you prove your submission in bed!”