Kent-Lane Apartment, Metropolis
Meanwhile, Lois Lane sat on a metal chair in the center of the living room that she and Clark Kent once shared as a loving couple. The scene that played out now told a completely different story. Clark Kent, Kal El, the powerful being known as Superman to the entire world, was crouched down next to the seated Lois Lane with his head lowered in absolute reverence for the woman he had once loved so much. Now, their love had become something much, much different. It had become warped and twisted in a haze of unbridled perversion.
Lois ran her specially-made riding crop, the emblem of Superman decorating the tip, up the skintight, shiny black rubber suit that encased Clark's body until she came to his ass. The design mimicked his classic blue, red and gold suit, the complete black color of the suit adding further proof of the demigod's utter degradation and subservient state. Clark trembled at the teasing sensations that were being elicited in him by the woman he so desperately wished would claim him as her slave and become his Mistress once and for all. All he could do, though, was kneel there next to her, just as she had ordered and run his hands along her pale thigh. The dominant woman had her legs spread wide to reveal her perfect, naked pussy, with no concern for the powerful man desperate to touch even more of her.
Glancing over for a moment, he saw his cousin, Supergirl, kneeling on the other side of him and running her own gloved hands along Lois' other leg. The two Kryptonians were worshipping Lois Lane's lower body, but were given strict orders to not plunge their fingers into her slick, bald pussy. Not yet. Every time one of their hands would come close to teasing her wet sex, Lois would simply swat them away with her riding crop and tisk them like scolded children. They were only allowed to tease the award-winning reporter, turned perverse fetishist, for truly, it was how she wanted to tease them. Lois was pleased to see both of their eyes were glossy and glazed over with clear desire for her. She bit her bottom lip as a wonderful feeling of power washed over her to have such control over two super beings. To be able to drive them mad with lust. "Ooooh!" she shuddered mentally. It was so intoxicating!
Kara gazed up at Lois with big, pleading eyes, and batted her extra-long eyelashes. Lois made eye-contact with the poor, sexed-up vision of Supergirl with her own cold eyes. Still, the award-winning reporter thought that the petite super-being looked downright mouth-watering in her brief, soft-pink pleated latex skirt, white, skintight tube top, white latex gloves and five-inch white high heels.
"What's the matter, Kara, honey? Why do you look so forlorn?" Lois asked in a husky voice, while gently stroking the twin curly pigtails that the young Kryptonian's blonde mane had been tied into. She noticed the expression on Kara's face changed slightly. The already pleading strain that was obvious on Supergirl's heavily made-up face grew even more desperate. Lois fought back a cruel smile to take over her black, shiny lips and spoke, "You have my permission to speak."
"Please, Mistr..." Supergirl gasped, but was stopped by Lois quickly smacking Kara's exposed ass, due to the too-short nature of the posterior of the shiny latex garment, with her riding crop. Lois admired the diamond-like mark that had been left on the Maid of Might's spectacular ass.
"Kara, I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but I have not claimed you as my slave yet," Lois spoke, before turning to face Superman on the opposite side of her and rubbed his face with her riding crop. She then placed the riding crop directly under his chin and lifted it, and in doing so, lifted Clark's chin up so they were staring deep within each other's eyes. Lois black-painted lips fell in a dominant sneer and she purred, "I haven't claimed any of you yet."
"But Miss..." Kara began in a loud, petulant whine, but thought better of it when Lois shot her a sharp and very dangerous look. After initially straightening herself on her knees, Supergirl bowed submissively down to the ground, composing herself as best she could while staring at the reporter's high-heeled-clad feet, "...Miss... Lane. Miss Lane." Kara corrected herself, before planting a soft, respectful kiss on the toe of Lois' latex boot with her glossy soft pink lips. She then raised herself back up and again gripped Lois' leg, resting her head against the mortal woman's thigh. Kara then continued her plea, raising her voice's pitch to a sweet coo to match her ultra-girly look, "Please, Miss Lane, allow this silly little girly girl to prove she's ready to serve. Like Power Girl did, only I'll be better! Oh please, oh please, oh pretty please! I'll follow any command. Grant your every wish! Please, allow me the honor of being your sexy lil' toy and I'll prove I'm the real Supergirl!"
Lois sat in her cold metal seat in her black knee-high latex boots, shiny, cuppless latex corset and wrist-length gloves, amazed at what had become of all of the Kryptonians in the time since she had left for Her Majesty's 'convention.' She was just about to respond to Kara's pleas, when all of a sudden a huge gust of wind whipped up in the room and in flew Karen Starr, or Power Girl to the world at large. Lois smiled cruelly when she saw Supergirl's big, round eyes, with their hopeful expression immediately take on a look of utter disappointment at this latest development.
"Ah, Karen, darling, welcome back. Did you bring me what I asked?" Lois asked the more voluptuous Kryptonian and completely ignored Supergirl, who she could see out of the corner of her eye looked completely devastated.
Power Girl flashed a dazzling smile and closed the window behind her. Presently she wore a long, black rubber rain coat zipped up to the very top so it appeared the only other garment of clothing she wore was her seven-inch spiked heeled black pumps. Her normally shoulder-length blonde hair was done up in a high-volume pompadour that rose off her head and towards the heavens. Her makeup was pale, just like Lois' and she had shiny black lipstick and dark blush and eyeshadow. Again, it was just like Lois. It sent a shiver of erotic excitement up Karen's buxom body to look so similar to such an unbelievably sexy woman like Lois Lane.
"Your wish, as always, is my command, Miss Lane," Power Girl husked, before lifting a large bag in the air. She then fished all sorts of sex toys and accessories out of the bag like a twisted spokesmodel, before finally reaching into the bag and presenting a bottle of baby oil. Lois smiled wickedly at Karen, before beckoning her over to which Karen Starr immediately strutted over to the seated petite, raven-haired woman. As she slinked over, placing one delicate pump in front of the other, Power Girl rocked her ass back and forth like a pendulum while stripping away the concealing rubber coat to reveal her shapely body squeezed into a tight little rubber open-cupped teddy. The shiny, white garment revealed Power Girl's enormous, gently wobbling tits while leaving her round ass completely exposed to the world.
Once Karen stepped directly in front of Lois, who motioned for Power Girl to kneel directly in front of her and the perverted heroine did exactly as she was told. She bowed her head slightly, but not so much to deny herself the erotically awe-inspiring view of the dominant reporter's bald sex directly in front of her. Lois looked down at the three powerful beings before her with a haughty look on her heavily made-up face. Finally, her black lips parted in a pleased smile and she spoke in a seductive tone that sent a noticeable shiver down the three Kryptonians, "Mmmmm, you have pleased me Karen. Your reward will be most pleasurable. I promise you that."
"I... ohhh," Power Girl began, but had to stop to let out a slight gasp when Lois ran her gloved hand along the sleeked-back sides of the blonde heroine's complex hairdo until she was finally at the back of Karen's head. Lois then grabbed the back of Power Girl's head and forced her off the floor and into a long, sweltering kiss. Their black glossy black mouths came together, and their tongues wrestled in each other's mouths. All the while, Lois groped and squeezed Power Girl's heavy tits, eliciting even more unbelievable pleasure from the tainted heroine.
After getting her fill of the blonde powerhouse, Lois broke the kiss, much to Power Girl's chagrin and the award-winning reporter glanced to either side of her. Superman was still kneeling down with his head lowered in absolute reverence to the former love of his life, while Supergirl had watched on with desperation and clear-envy filling her big blue eyes. Lois mused at the sight. It was obvious that Supergirl was near her absolute breaking point. Soon, she would deliver Kara to her Rubber Queen, followed by Power Girl and finally Superman. She hoped this would earn her the chance to finally end the facade of her former life as Pulitzer Prize winner Lois Lane, and take her place at her Queen's side in the gloriously twisted Rubber Court.
"Now, my fellow deviants," Lois announced, looking down at the three fetishists around her. They all squirmed in the tight confines of their outfits, for they knew that the label was now true of them all, "We are all going to have some fun together. Power Girl was kind enough to acquire us some toys, as well as some baby oil for our playtime tonight. I think, for starters, I would like my body to shine and glisten like our new favourite clothing, doesn't that sound simply delightful? You may not be my slaves yet, but this is your chance to please me. Take your time and cover me in oil. Make my tight little body glisten! Serve me well tonight, and I may consider letting you call me your Mistress."
"Yes, Miss Lois," they all said at once. Lois glanced over to Supergirl, whose heavily made-up face had changed from a look of desperate want to a wide, bubbly smile. The enthusiastic change in demeanor almost caused Lois Lane to smile at the super-powered young woman, but she was quickly interrupted by a chime of her phone.
Lois ordered Superman to reach over and hand her the smart device and she looked at the text message. It was from the Rubber Queen herself, and suddenly, Lois' eyes became wide with shock at the news contained in the message. She then straightened herself, as a plan quickly formed in her mind and her haughty face was soon taken over with another pleased, seductive smile.
"Supergirl, a commercial airline is falling from the sky in San Francisco. You must fly as fast as you can and save it. Only you can do this," Lois spoke, an cruel, erotic thrill coursed through her body at seeing how surprised Kara had looked, followed quickly by devastation once again as she connected the dots in her mind.
"But..what about..." Supergirl gasped, tears welling in her eyes at the news she would not be present to lather Lois' sexy little body with oil. To prove her point she looked helplessly from Superman to Power Girl.
"No time to argue, Kara," Lois hissed, "Go! Lives are depending on you!"
Supergirl tottered quickly over to the window in her high heels and threw it open. She was about to fly out of it when Lois' low, purring voice shook her out of her sudden depression.
"Oh, and Kara, honey," Lois husked, "Don't you dare touch yourself until you come back here, and if even one person on that flight is killed I will have you in a Kryptonite chastity belt for a week. Understand, girl?"
"Yes, Miss Lane," Supergirl peeped, her pouty, soft-pink lips trembled at the very thought as she took off out of the apartment and flew as fast as she could across country in the hopes of saving the flight. Through the power of her super-hearing she could hear Lois' cackling-like laughter, followed by taunting, feminine laughter that had to belong to Power Girl.