Jane Foster had thought she'd seen everything ever since she became the
new Thor but this sick curse was beyond the pale. Whatever or whomever
it was doing this, she assumed that the power of her new title would
protect her.She assumed wrong.With a mighty blow from
her hammer, she knocked Black Adam out cold, driving the powerful
dictator deep down into the desert sands. It had been a long and painful
battle but she could now rest easy knowing that he would not destroy
the current democracy that Khandaq had worked so hard to achieve under
the guidance of Sabra and Captain America. She flew down to ensure she
could use her hammer to open a gate to send Black Adam somewhere he'd
never escape from when she felt her mind swim.Landing in front of Black Adam's prone body, she licked her lips and stared at his crotch. Her mouth suddenly felt so . . . empty. She knew that if he was awake and asked her to suck his cock, she'd do it without hesitation. Thor realized now that she'd suck any man's dick at their request, just like the cock-hungry sluts she hated like The Enchantress. She reached out a trembling hand towards Black Adam's body, licking her lips compulsively. If she sent him away, that would be another good deed and something else bad would happen to her. Maybe she should suck his cock instead, she thought, keep him busy until my teammates arrive."No! NO." she said through gritted teeth. "I can beat this! I'm stronger than this."Black Adam groaned. She didn't have much time to decide . . .***Cassandra Cain had come too far in her hunt for Mystique to stop now, no matter what stupid curse may or may not be in play. The shape-shifting mutant assassin could fool others with her abilities but Batgirl was able to read body language like no one else. No matter whose face she wore, Cassandra would know Raven Darkholme in an instant and be able to take her down with a mutant inhibitor collar Batarang that Oracle had cooked up.Looking down from her perch on a gargoyle through the skylight below, she saw someone who looked like the policewoman Renee Montoya moving from her guard post towards the Mayor but the body language was all wrong. Wordlessly, she launched herself through the skylight and hit Mystique in the face with both of her combat boot clad feet, sending the mutant assassin sprawling over the nearby banquet table and into a pyramid of champagne glasses. The blue-skinned mutant transformed into her real self, her shapely blue curves being covered in champagne as she tried to stagger to her feet and failed. Cassandra threw her special Batarang at Mystique and the mutant fell to the ground twitching.Ordinarily, this would have been the greatest spectacle there but the moment Mystique was captured, Cassandra Cain found herself on display. She saw herself in one of the glass reflections and gasped.Her functional costume that covered her from head to toe suddenly vanished, replaced with a black vinyl slingshot thong, open toe platform yellow vinyl boots, a yellow half-cape that barely made it to her lower back and a black vinyl bra with a yellow Bat-insignia clasp at the front holding her pert B-cups in place. Her mask was now a domino mask and her belt with all it's tools only seemed to draw more attention to her waist, ass and hips. She looked like a stripper parody of herself and suddenly knew that whatever outfit she attempted to wear, it would become something incredibly revealing . . . just like the strippers and whores who constantly demanded the kind of male gaze that Cassandra found so uncomfortable.With an embarrassed squeak, Batgirl quickly collected Mystique and shot a grappling hook up out of the skylight, hoping this could be fixed somehow . . .
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