Title

The Justice League Satellite...

by Anzaleth
Storyline Hero or heroines transformed into a evil villian
Characters Justice League
Category DC Transformation
Previous Chapter Granny Gotham visits the Batcave

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"Excellent, excellent." Diana Desaad purred as her "sister" installed the Gothambox in the Justice League computer. "Good work, Bernadeth."

Desaad's domination had bonded with Wonder Woman's female empowerment in a bizarre way. Now Diana believed that men were made to serve women -- that they were naturally slaves, pets, toys.... She believed that men should be well-treated... but also that they need to learn their place. She was planning all the lovely things she'd do to Steve Trevor's body. After she broke and remolded his spirit.

Also imagining the fun she'd have breaking her enemies. Cheetah, Giganta, Silver Swan.... they had tried to fight her and so she'd break their spirits in half. They'd be sucking her stilettos soon.

"Beautiful," Diana purred.

* * *

Super-Stompa and Flashina crouched on the building across from Lex Tower.

"Okay, here's the plan," Flashina said. "You go in, break some stuff, cause a big diversion. In all the chaos, I set-up the Gothambox. Okay?"

"Uh-huh. I play with Lex, you put Gothambox."

"Okay, is he in his office?"

Super-Stompa looked with her X-Ray vision. "Uh-huh. Oooo, and Lois Lane is with him." She grinned. "Lois sure is pretty."

"Okay, why don't you go play with them?"

"Sure."

The massive woman flew towards the office, eager to play with Lexie and Lo-Lo. They were both so cute. Made Super-Stompa all moist!

Flashina grinned.

* * *

"Thank you, darling," Granny Gotham said as Alfred lit the cigarette in her long holder.

She blew a smoke ring. This was very nice. But still, Gotham needed to be brought to heel. Granny wouldn't be happy until it was clicking along like a swiss watch, totally under her control. That strapping Commissoner Gordon, dear little Batgirl, all those silly villains. They all needed to dance to Granny's tune.

She looked around. Alfred couldn't be a servant anymore, of course. So she needed some for stately Wayne-Pennyworth Manor. Perhaps some cute little sissy maids, sashaying around.  


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