USS Lovecraft, Mermaid Atoll, Porta Rico
Diana, the Lady Latex, prepared herself for the day aboard the USS Lovecraft. She was in the bathroom that she, James and Mary O'Day shared in the tight confines of their joint room. She was just finishing up confining her hair into a tight, sleek bun that was pulled off her face. Once that was completed, the former Wonder Woman slipped on her glasses and studied her reflection in the mirror. Her ruby-red lips fell in a displeased sneer. She wore her standard military ensemble that was appropriate for such an occasion. Diana despised looking 'appropriate' as far as common society was concerned. It went against everything she now believed in as a kinky, devout follower of her perverse grace, the Rubber Queen.
Yet, Diana did feel a pleasant tingle when she wiggled her ass slightly and felt the latex thong beneath her militaristic skirt that was wedged between firmly between her asscheeks. She then cupped her tits and felt the rubber cups of her latex bra beneath her stark white blouse. It was literally the only things the Lady Latex could do to honor and maintain the proper sense of kink that had been driven into her as a subject in the Rubber Queen's twisted court. There was a part of her that wanted to shove a large black dildo into her needy cunt and have the tight confines of her latex panties keep it buried deep within her, effecting her with her every move, but the pleasure would eventually be too great and there was a chance she would blow her cover. That wouldn't serve her mission. And speaking of her mission...
"Hmmm, James," Diana sighed, patting her pulled back hair to ensure not a hair was out of place. She then glanced down at the half-naked man on all fours on the floor once again licking her high-heeled pumps, "It seems the Zealot is progressing nicely."
Diana glanced over to the opened door of the bathroom and into the room they all shared. The lights were off in the room, and yet Diana could see a lone figure tied to a chair watching a screen that provided the only illumination to the room. She smiled a debased grin at what was happening to the deeply religious Mary O'Day. The bible-thumper had spent hours already absorbing the video playing before her and listening to earbuds that played soft, alluring music laced with subliminals that was slowly turning her away from the light and into a hardcore fetishist and pervert worthy of serving at the Rubber Queen's high-heeled feet. The video itself was playing all sorts of wickedly wonderful scenes of her Majesty's rubber and latex subjects engaging in any and every sexual act known to man. Diana saw Mary again shudder in orgasm, as her cries of sexual fulfillment were cut off by the ball-gag secured tightly to her mouth.
"Yes, Mistress," James choked out before he returned to his sacred duty of making sure the Lady Latex's shoes were clean and shiny for her day.
"These religious types are always so repressed. I fucking hate repressed people. In a way you have to pity them. I was like that before I met the Rubber Queen," Diana murmured, locking eyes with her gorgeous reflection. She bent forward, grabbing her large tits and gave them a hard squeeze, "But she brought me out of that life those stupid cunts, the Amazons, had set out for me. I'm a different person now. A better person. And so will it be true for poor Mary in there."
It was true. Diana couldn't wait to observe Mary throughout her day aboard the grounded aircraft carrier. The pretty young thing's mind would be so open for the Lady Latex to warp and manipulate. Mary O'Day would be a sister in perversion and soon, the Rubber Queen would have another loyal subject for the Rubber Kingdom!
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Special Private Spa, Metropolis
Cat Grant had been driven to the special private spa that Meg had mentioned in their impromptu conversation and the staff wasted no time in processing the Gossip Columnist with their 'full relaxation' package. Currently that meant that she was tightly bound and strung up off the ground, held up by various cords wrapped around her body. Vibrators had been placed in her ass and vagina and had been turned on to full power. A ballgag was inserted into her mouth, and headphones were secured over her ears, which were pumping in a chorus of subliminal messages. Sexy voices were calling to Cat, pushing her towards a life of whorish servitude to the Rubber Queen and her perverse Rubber Kingdom.
The staff had dressed Cat in a pair of black latex thigh-high boots with her feet constrained into eight-inch ballet heels. The Gossip Reporter wore a tightly-bound waist clinched bodice that compressed her already slim frame and put her moderate-sized breasts on full display. The round orbs, along with her sweat-soaked hair, hung freely with her painfully erect nipples pointing to the floor. A rubber collar had been secured around Cat's neck and chin, forcing her to strain her head forward so she was forced to watch a video that played on a loop of all sorts of perverted scenes from the Rubber Kingdom's various exploits.
Cat's beautiful green eyes were half-lidded and clouded with absolute lust for the images she was being forced to watch. Orgasm after orgasm had assaulted Cat Grant's prone body and the normally nosy reporter was helpless to the pleasure being forced upon her. All she could do was whimper into her ballgag as more and more of the Rubber Queen's subliminal conditioning slipped into her mind and took a deep hold onto her subconscious.
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Star City, California
Helena Bertineli had been invited to Star City by Dinah Lance, also known as Black Canary. The stern woman had scoffed at first at Dinah's request that she take a red-eye flight, but Dinah had been persistent the entire day and promised a truly arousing time. Finally, it was the cherished memories of their shared awakening to perversion that caused the heroine called the Huntress to take her friend up on her offer.
Still, Helena had made sure to pack plenty of 'toys' for the two to share in, as well as dress in some of her new purchases that included black latex panties that featured a huge, rubber dildo that she had shoved into her bald snatch, rubber stockings, a highly-restrictive latex corset and shoulder-length rubber opera gloves. She wore a long, tight skirt that showcased her perfect ass and a starched white blouse with frills at the wrists and high collar. Helena was the definition of the sexy schoolteacher look, with her long black hair done up in a bun, while her thick shelf of neatly trimmed bangs covered her arched eyebrows. She loved the way the men on the plane stared at her and that, along with the huge dildo effecting her every move, made it a a most enjoyable flight.
Dinah had met Helena at the airport, and the Huntress didn't have to waste any time in finding the buxom heroine. It had seemed as if Dinah had fully embraced the latex look in her daily life since they had parted, and the gorgeous blonde woman looked downright mouth-watering in a pair of shiny skintight pants, sky-high heels and what had amounted to an equally skintight latex halter top that had to have been specially made for the top-heavy woman. The woman that was the Black Canary oozed sexuality and just the sight of her, combined with the huge dildo inside Helena fucking the former Mob princess with her every move drove her new heights of arousal. The pleasure coursing through her was so distracting to the normally self-controlled woman. Dinah tottering right up to the sexy schoolteacher didn't help her predicament and soon she was pulled in for a long, drawn-out kiss on the woman's dark red lips. It was an unbelievable sight to everyone in the airport, and something Helena would have put an immediate stop to if she hadn't been so distracted.
The pair had then proceeded directly to a day of being completely pampered. The two sexy women received full-bodied massages, facials and a shopping spree at the local fetish shops in the Red Light District hosted by Christy designed to make Helena's trip to Star City well worth it. In between the events of the day, Helena kept trying to come on to Dinah, but the Black Canary would always stop her in her high heeled-tracks with a husky promise of the night to come. Helena's inner dominatrix roared to the surface at times like these, and she would grab Dinah by her full, teased out hair and promise her exquisite pain at denying her what was rightfully hers. Dinah would always laugh giddily at this, and that only added to Helena's curiosity at what was in store for her?
Her mind fantasized about a wild night at a fetish club, followed by a frenzied night of passion between the two women. Dinah had insisted the pair retire back to her apartment for some much-needed rest, and soon the fantasies the Huntress was having turned into hot, steamy dreams. Helena had commanded Dinah to play the same music from the Kinky Kitten inside the apartment just before they slept, and soon they were sleeping soundly. The music once again washed over them, and the Huntress and Black Canary curled up together in each other's arms under the large rubber blankets that adorned Dinah's bed.
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It was nighttime when Dinah and Helena awoke slowly from their nap. They quickly realized that they were both soaking with arousal, as they touched themselves and then each other.
"Mmmmmmm," Dinah sighed, stretching like a kitten, before giving Huntress a long, seductive look, "It's a good thing I have these rubber sheets...Mistress."
"Mistress?" Helena spoke calmly yet forcefully, cocking a perfectly-arched eyebrow, "Don't say it if you don't mean it, slave."
"I mean it," Dinah husked, bringing her pouty, glossy lips closer to the dominant woman. There was a plan that Oliver Queen had formed, and it had included the entire day's events that he generously had paid for, but at that moment, Helena was simply too sexy for the impetuous Black Canary. The only saving grace to Ollie's plan was a knock at the door, or else the sexy pair would have spent the night in the throes of passion and left Ollie and the other Arrows high and dry.
Pulling herself away, a naked Dinah sashayed her way to the door, making sure to wiggle her spectacular ass back and forth with each stride for the arousing enjoyment of Helena. She whipped the door open and took the two boxes from the delivery man, but not before cupping his crotch with her hand and pulling him in for a long, tongue-filled kiss. She appreciated the fact that he wore a skintight crimson rubber catsuit, along with a rubber hood. Dinah then shooed him away, playfully swatting at his glossy ass and she closed the door behind her.
"That took longer than I would have liked," Helena snapped, but she couldn't stay mad at the buxom blonde when she saw the long white boxes tied tight with rubber bows. Dinah presented Helena with the white box with the purple bow, while she kept the one with the blue bow.
Helena looked at the box and saw that there was a card on it with her name on it. She opened the small card and read the message inside. It was Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. It seemed as if Dinah had been busy since their time together. Helena's full lips soon stretched into a pleased, evil smile. The perverse Huntress looked over at the Black Canary, whose eyes were half-lidded in arousal.
The note had asked Helena to put on the kinky clothing that had been specially made that day at the Kinky Kitten, and to come to the Arrowcave to claim Oliver, Roy, Mia and Conner as her slaves.