Babs and Dick sat together in their room, they had a history text book open and were, in theory at least, studying. Both of them were sealed in latex zip locked playsuits; full body suits with locking zippers over their erogenous zones. And “Mom” had the keys to the locks on their zippers. Babs looked at her leopard printed latex clad hands.
“Selina is suspicious,” Barbara sighed.
“Sadistic Babs,” Dick snorted, “Selina is sadistic not suspicious.”
“You’re right,” Barbara sighed.
Without thinking about it she had slide Dick’s torso and was grouping his member.
“Besides,” Dick kissed her neck, “Selina isn’t anywhere near the top of the threat list as I see it right now.”
“Oh?” Barbara asked, her analytical mind started, “Frost? The Cockoos? Not Cheetah.”
“Diana,” Dick said quietly.
“Diana?” Barbara shot back, “She’s Wonder Woman.”
“No, she could’ve been Wonder Woman,” Dick said using all of Batman’s training, “Wonder Woman for all of her heroics was still a thuggish Type-A ego case. Always My Way or else. She was always all to ready to start swinging when someone disagreed to her for any reason what so ever. Now she doesn’t have previous life’s diplomatic skills or self-control. She is a thuggish, Type-A ego case with no morals and is on the hunt for a female sexual partner. Exactly the sort of thing we have seen all too often.”
“Rapist?” Barbara asked, “But She and Babs are best friends.”
“And most rapes are committed by someone on a first name basis with the victim,” Dick said coldly.
Barbara’s fists clenched. Dick screamed as his manhood was squeezed.
*
Laura was playing with her claws while Kitty went over the homework she was doing for Sister Jean. It wasn’t really doing homework, she was hacking into the school’s computer and downloading the answer key. Emma tapped Laura on the shoulder. And the younger girl went around her mother and down the hall.
“Kitty Dear,” Emma almost sang, “What are you doing?”
Kitty turned and dropped throw her chair in a blind panic.
“Being a naughty girl are you?” Emma smirked as she looked at the two PDF files of the Homework assignment on Kitty’s computer screen, “I think you need a time out, right Jean?”
Kitty was going to try and scramble down throw the floor, but, found herself starting to float in the air.
*
Greer, or rather Tigra as she wanted to be called now, was poking at Donna’s ego while they tried to work on their homework. Diana looked around at her younger sister. She noted her mother leaning at the door way while she lounged in the arm chair in a rather cat like manor. Cheetah was proud of her cubs. Diana went back to her books, ancient Greek history. Something about it seemed all too familiar, like she had learned it before. A distant day dream showed her an old Greek hearth and she heard the hallowed voice of an old lady recounting the history of pan-Hellenic resistance to the Persian Empire’s invasion. Diana shook her head.
“You alright Kitten?” Cheetah asked.
“Yeah mom,” Diana closed her book and got out of the chair, “I have to go to the bathroom.”
Diana went up to the bathroom she shared with her sisters. She closed the door and pulled down her pants. She sat on the toilet and started to finger herself, the image of Barbara in the bikini that she had worn last summer.
“Hmm Babs,” Diana moaned, “I would love to get you in my bed. Make you my bitch! Put your tongue to use on my pussy.”
A new day dream started; a mean left hook, a dazed girl being put between Diana’s legs and Diana’s face in the girl’s pussy.