The corners of Dee Dee’s sultry lips curled ever so slightly at the mess Di had become. She knew Di was now broken forever, but she would not make it so easily to accept her in as her loyal fucktoy. Betraying Batgirl by
baiting the New U Salon’s trap for her and giving up all of the secrets of the superhero community was nothing in comparison with what Dee Dee would now command her favorite toy to do. Di’s life was now up to Dee Dee and the blonde stylist was going to make
Di burn every bridge to her old life with napalm and even though the heroes and heroines would never know who did it, the former Wonder Woman would know beyond a shadow of a doubt there was no going back!
Finally, Dee Dee grabbed Di’s thick mane of platinum blonde hair and tilted the poor woman’s head up so they were looking directly at each other. Di looked so pathetic with her ruined, tear-stained makeup and Dee
Dee knew this would be the last time she would ever look at her slutty disciple with disgust again. Finally, she spoke, “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. Make yourself look presentable for me and be quick about it.”
Di rose to her feet and quickly sashayed over to the bathroom, relieved to be back in Dee Dee’s good graces. But first Dee Dee commanded her to put the earrings back on. Di stopped dead in her tracks and turned
sharply on her stylish pumps. “Yes, Dee Dee,” she sighed contently. Di then minced over to the bed and with a wide, carefree smile slipped the earrings back on.
A little while later, Di sashayed out of the bathroom with renewed purpose, her back arched slightly to thrust out her larger than life tits alluringly for her blonde lover. Di’s makeup wasn’t perfect but it was
a good enough start. Dee Dee would soon teach her apprentice everything she knew and through that Di would be able to serve her at the New U Salon. The former heroine made her way quickly over to where Dee Dee was sitting and took her place submissively
behind her fellow blonde. Without being told, Di began to massage Dee Dee’s shoulders while pushing her enormous and soft tits to the back of her neck like two perfectly round pillows. Dee Dee, in return, rested her head back against the soft cushion behind
her, enjoying the light massage her voluptuous fucktoy was giving her.
“Now that you are back in my good graces, what should I have you do to make your stupidity up to me?” Dee Dee purred, looking at Di through the large mirror, “We could go really foul and dark. You could beat the
mayor of Gotham within an inch of his life and leave a few batarangs around to frame the Bat? Wrap your lasso around the Flash and make him run into the Hall of Justice with a nuke strapped to him? Maybe even shoot your old friend Clark Kent with a kryptonite
bullet?”
Dee Dee looked back to Di's reflection to see her reaction to this and grinned sadistically as Di just nodded her head obediently with her eyes lidded in arousal, “On second thought, sweetie, I think that might be
too dark for sluts like us. No, what I want you to do is to take that golden lasso of yours and travel to Metropolis. Lois Lane's been sniffing around one of our New U locations and getting too close for comfort. So I think she needs to be put in her place,
don't you?" Di only nodded vacantly once more. "Excellent! So, Di, you'll go there and make that stuck-up tight ass believe she's Lex Luthor’s own, private French Maid and fucktoy. Nobody is going to take her seriously after that, and it's about time he owed
me a favour. Will you do that, Di? For me?”
Di felt her melt at the sight of Dee Dee girlishly fluttering her eyebrows while making the request. Even a few minutes ago Di would have had to think this over. It was so wrong, but now Di’s full lips curled in a
conniving, knowing smile as she nodded her head. Bending forward so her grinning lips hovered next to Dee Dee’s ear and running her hands over Dee Dee’s naked tits, the corrupted former heroine whispered, “Anything for you, Dee Dee.”
Dee Dee smiled, rose to her feet and passionately kissed her. Her trap with the diamonds had worked and Di was now hers. She broke the kiss and took Di’s hand and laid her back to the large bed. She lowered herself
to her knees, kissing Di’s abdomen as she did so. “You have given yourself to me completely, darling,” Dee Dee husked, “Now let me give myself to you.”
Di instinctively spread her legs as Dee Dee buried her face in the platinum blonde’s pussy. The former Wonder Woman screamed in pleasure from the actions of Dee Dee’s skilled tongue and ground her hairless snatch
against the stylist’s mouth. The voluptuous Di was squirming on the bed, moaning out of control. Di threw her head backwards and with that, her thick shiny mane of platinum blonde hair. Her body arched off the bed and she dug her long-nailed hands into
the soft globes that rose off her chest. The former Wonder Woman had never felt so good and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she had made the right decision to become Dee Dee’s willing plaything. Both slutty women grunted and groaned, riding the
waves of carnal pleasure and they knew that they would always belong to one another.
“Oh! My! GAWWWWD, Dee Dee!” Di moaned, the pleasure building to a crescendo, “I fucking love you! Fuck that’s good! Uuuuugggghhhhhhhhhh!”
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The sound of a phone ringing awoke the former heroine from her memories even as she came wildly on the bed, one hand thrusting the large rubber dildo into her hairless pussy while she groped and massaged a large tit
with her other hand. The memories of finally submitting totally and completely to Dee Dee only added to the intense pleasure. She could barely hear it over the blaring music, the porn on the TV and her own desperate screams, moans and groans of pleasure.
Di somehow managed to tear herself off the bed, covered in her layer after after layer of her own sweat and cum as she somehow made it to her cell phone. As she slinked over to the phone, placing one dainty foot in front of the other, she opened her mouth
wide and inserted the large rubber phallus into her waiting mouth. The taste of the dildo that had so recently been in her dripping pussy tasted wonderful and the only disappointment was that it was just a rubber cock and not the real thing. She soon forgot
all of that when she saw that it was Dee Dee on the phone and Di’s pussy gushed at the prospect of talking with her unbelievably sexy girlfriend. She turned the volume down on the all the devices in the apartment and answered the phone.
“Hmmmm, hello Dee Dee,” Di purred into the phone with a husk that would have made a phone sex worker seem like a nun.
“You’ve got to make it to the phone quicker, babe,” the commanding voice of Dee Dee on the other end was torn between impatience and ecstasy. Di quickly apologized but could tell that the sexy stylist was getting
eaten out by someone on the other end and she went back to working the dildo back into her waiting cunt, “Yeah, I know you’re sorry, but that doesn’t make up for making me wait, girl.”
“I will do anything to make it up for you, lover,” Di breathed.
“Oh, anything you say? Dee Dee said. The stylist’s smile widened, as she straddled Mia’s head, playing with the chocoloate-skinned slut’s glossy, curly hair. She asked Di what she was doing and listened to the former
heroine go on and on about her wonderful new life masturbating her days away at Dee Dee's penthouse. Dee Dee smiled wickedly, and husked into the phone, “So Di, if you love your new life so much how would you feel about moving in with me full time?”