"Now, you do the waiting here on this roof with your batrope, my dear little Sissyclit," Starfire said to Nightwing. "When I call out 'oh, will some real hero, some strong manly man, come and rescue me?' you will swing down and try to save the day, and then be turned into the cutest little cum-rag by the dastardly villain. You got that?"
Nightwing nodded as he sullenly rubbed his beat-red butt. Starfire had been unable to resist slapping it some more.
"I said 'you got that, Sissyclit?'" Starfire clenched her fists, her eyes crackling with energy.
"Y-yes, Miss Star," Nightwing whimpered. "I-I've got this!"
"Good!" She giggled, Then she leaned forward and gave Nightwing a friendly kiss on the lips while sinking her nails into his ass, causing him to squeal again. "If you fuck it up, things will not go well for you. You do not want to see Mr. Green Daddy when he is in a bad mood! But I can see you are looking forward to it. Your little sissyclit is the hardness of a pink jellybean! Yes, this will be so wonderful for you, Robin! Such the funnest! I cannot wait to see the look on your face when you discover which wicked villain will be doing the bursting of your cherry. And do not worry! We will capture your magical first moment!"
"What?"
"There are cameras everywhere, and we will make this the beginning of a scrapbook and a home video. Is not that the cutest? Maybe when they are big enough, you can show Mr. Alfred and the Batman, and Miss Barbara all the fun things you've been doing!"
* * *
"Well, well, look at you."
Raven turned around to see Beast Boy standing there. He was dressed in a stereotypical, even cliched, pimp outfit -- a shiny purple suit and purple silk tie, a huge coat that hung on his shoulders like a cape, a big purple hat with a feather in it, and a gold walking stick. He was grinning and smoking a cigar, gazing at Raven like she was nothing but a piece of meat.
Two figures moaned as they crouched around his spats. Jinx and Terra were completely naked except for their dog collars, the mittens on their hands, and the butt-plugs, each adorned with a dog tail and thrust up her ass. The two stared up at Raven with desperate eyes, but what they were pleading from her, she didn't know.
Still, the thing that really got Raven's attention was the monstrously huge bulge in Beast Boy's pants. That such a small person had such a gigantic erection....
"Your mommy got seduced by a demon, then fucked raw until she gave birth to a vile little half-demon freak," he grinned. "No wonder you're such a depraved little pain slut. It's what you've been born to do. Too bad you were such a bitch to me before. What should we do about it, cunt?"
* * *
"Excuse me, can I help you?" the red-headed hooker turned around.
"Um, yes, I'm looking for a friend."
"I can be your friend!"
"Yes, but -- do you know a woman named Lois Lane?"
"Oh, yes. You must be Clark. She told me to take you to her."
Lana Lang, reporter turned whore, smiled happily. It was funny. For so many years, Lana had been so jealous of Clark choosing Lois instead of her, and now that Lois had married Lex Luthor, Clark was totally free now. But Lana didn't want him anymore. Mr. Luthor was a REAL man, not a wimp like Clarkie. She'd do anything for Mr. Luthor a chance to be fucked by his beautiful GODcock!
* * *
"Not bad," Penguin said, "but of course you often have to be dancing with a partner. Let's see, Barbie, dear, why don't you help her out?"
"Of course, Pengy darling," Barbie giggled.
She gave Penguin a kiss on the cheek and then sauntered onto the stage.
"Hey, Didi," Barbie cooed.