Jerry Tetch, now that wasn’t right, Jervis Taylor, damned Argus for the chips and double damned Luthor for the hack job of removing them! Hatter sat in the apartment in New York. Harriet was hatted and laying on the floor drooling. Hatter hadn’t decided what to do with here just yet, he was still trying to remember what he needed to make the chips that would allow him to control people but they retained their minds and memories. It was clear now that Luthor offering the company of his Kryptonian enhanced driver was a trap and that the assholes only wanted to steal the secrets suppressed in Hatter’s head behind the chips.
“Oh Me, oh My,” Hatter looked down at the high class whore, “Will I flee or will you fly?”
Hatter remembered that Harriet had been in on the Twins betrayal and manipulation of him, she had only pretended to be a puppet like the Twins had, all the while she had lured more victims into their trap and continued to heap blame upon Hatter.
“Now Miss Pratt, I am sure you all think me rather squimish around blood,” Hatter cooed to his entranced victim, “But, I can assure you, blood has never stopped me before…”
“How about a full body cast!” A woman’s voice called from the door to the apartment as the door was slashed with a massive x in the middle, “Because if you are lucky that is all the hurt I heap on you!”
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Mistress Bunny placed a studded leather egg in front of Harriet Pratt, AKA March Harriet, and then another one in front of Jervis Tetch, AKA the Mad Hatter, she then placed the last one in the hall way connecting the entrance to the living room. She stepped back as the rage filled mutant battered down the door and started charging at the villains… Mistress Bunny then cracked her whip, causing the Laura Kinney to crash face first onto the leather egg in front of her. Mistress Bunny then used her whip to crack the egg below Jervis and Harriet…
*
A cloud of black gas enveloped first the heroine and then Hatter. He coughed as the stench of rotting eggs filled his lungs. Was this whore now working for Egghead too? Jervis wondered. For a long second nothing happened as all three were stuck in their clouds of rotten egg scented blackness. Then the cloud cleared and Jervis found his mind and vision clear. He was not expecting what else he saw. He saw himself in a full length mirror, he was taller and looked much more like Johnny Depp in Disney’s recent films but without the gaudy makeup.
“My you are handsome,” the woman in the hallway cooed, “I will be your Alice if you will be my Hatter.”
Jervis turned and looked at the transformed mutant, gone was the black and yellow leather and now here was a beauty in a bright blue rubber Alice mini dress and white rubber thigh highs and apron and long blonde hair with a little shiny bow.
“Can your pet rabbit play too?” the tamed mutant kept cooing, “She looks rather tasty.”
Jervis looked back at Harriet, gone was the expensive workout spandex and in its place was a tight and shiny rubber corset, booty shorts, knee socks, and elbow gloves in brown and pink rubber and in her hands was a rubber bow tie choker collar and a brown rubber rabbit ear hair band.
“I wonder,” an idea struck Jarvis as he bent down and removed the Paperboy cap he had hatted her with, “Miss Pratt can you hear me?”
“Yes Boss,” Harriet came too and stared up at him with lust, “My body and soul are yours to command.”
“And tell me my dear Alice,” Jervis asked, “Do you still have your vorpal blades?”
“Yes love,” Alice flexed sending her four hand claws and two feet claws out, “They are yours to command as well…”
“Come My dear Alice, come my dear March Hare,” Jervis said, “Let us be off to find our White Rabbit before more unwanted heroes show up.”