Jean shuffled back to her class in confusion, rubbing her stinging red butt as she did. Emma Frost's words still sting in her brain -- either she could be the trash wife of the Blob or the Toad, or the maid-slave of Scott. What was it going to be? Emma had gleefully described all that Scott would have Emma do to Jean -- all the spankings and whipping, all the times Jean's tits would be used as a cum-sponge, her face as a cushion. And maybe if she was good enough, sometimes Scott would choke her with his cock.
In Jean's hand was the red dildo Emma had given her, the one that was a mold of Scott's cock.
"Yes, a pathetic bitch like you doesn't deserve to marry a man," Emma grinned. "At least not a real man like my Scott. But maybe, if you're lucky, I'll let you marry this dildo. How does that feel, Jean? At least you'll have some love of your own. Give your boyfriend a kiss. He'll treat you right."
And it was strange. The dildo was based on Scott's cock, and --- Jean found herself loving it a little. The idea of it being her boyfriend. That felt strangely nice.
* * *
Diana Prince was so happy that her dear sweet husband Edgar was helping to explain to the girls what's what, helping them to get rid of all of their confusing silly ideas about men and women. She was so lucky that Edgar had explained everything to her -- and had then fucked her so hard, made her shriek with ecstasy, and produced such a handsome son for her.
Diana had been surprised when Edgar had told her to keep her maiden name. That had seemed odd to her.
"Because I want everyone to know I'm not just fucking any old Diana," he'd said. "I'm fucking Diana Prince. She's the one I turned into my bimbo fuckwife."
How romantic! Edgar was so considerate. Especially when he realized Diana was missing her mom, so suggested Hippolyta be turned into their maid, so that Diana could see her whenever she wanted.
* * *
"Now, you have been chosen because someone has decided that you're just not good enough to be a wife," the teacher announced. "So you're going to be a servant instead."
Hippolyta struggled with her thoughts, wanting to burst out of her desk and attack the person responsible for it. But she felt strangely paralyzed. All she could do was sit and listen.
"Now, would any of you girls like to tell the class what made you undeserving of being a wife?"
* * *
After Jean left, Emma had grabbed her own dildo done in Scott's mold, and fucked herself savagely with it.
"Oooo, Scott! I'm a good girl! A good girl!"
She had been doing exactly what her husband told her to do. Break all the people he wanted broken. Such as Jean and Wolverine.
"Oooo, Scott! Emma's your good girl!"
* * *
"Hey, Mrs. Prince," Beast Boy said as he sauntered into Diana's office.
"Hello, Mr. Logan," Diana simpered.
Beast Boy had inherited a ridiculous amount of money from his stepfather Steve Dayton, and had given a huge donation to Diana's school.
"How are my 'friends' coming along?" he asked.
"Would you like to see?" She gestured to a TV. "It can access all of the security cameras. I assure you that your Titans associates will be exactly what you're looking for."
"Mmm, good." He giggled and poured himself a bourbon.
Diana couldn't help noticing the boy's sizeable erection.
* * *
Edgar sneered as Power Girl stood up.
"So, you think you can argue with me?" he asked.
"Yes!"
* * *
Madame Vision, in her office, stared sternly at Wolverine.
"I am very disappointed in you, girl. Mr. Summers gave very specific orders for you."
"Damn it, Vision, snap out of it! This is crazy!"
"I see I must be sterner."