Di moaned loudly as the mere thought of permanent residence with her beloved Dee Dee caused a wave of mind numbing orgasms.
It meant that she had graduated from student slut to personal property of her living sex Goddess.
Of course it didn’t mean that Dee Dee couldn’t change her mind later; after all, she *was* Dee Dee… She who must be worshipped!
As Di fumbled to say what burned in her heart, the luscious Suzy (who was listening in) couldn’t help but chuckle.
The Amazon was gone forever. Long live the enthusiastic sex doll!
It took a minute to grasp enough of the English language for her to finally respond “Yes, oh dear *God*, YES!!
It will be an honor and I will make you so very happy!”
Dee Dee smiled broadly as she replied “Oh, no doubt there babe!
Your ass is all mine now and you will be working it off to please me.
Anything I want you do without hesitation or question from now on.
Isn’t that right, sweetie?”
Di purred in a deep sexy tone “You *know* I have no problem with that Dee Dee; single one! Your whims are my absolute pleasure!”
Suzy handed Dee Dee a card that from the day’s mail drop and the sexy stylist added “Oh, I believe you.
In fact I am holding a thank you from our friend in Metropolis.
He sends his compliments to the artist. In fact he says he wouldn’t change a thing on you first masterpiece.”
Di almost came again at the complement.
It was the first actual job she did for her beloved Dee Dee and it felt so good to be appreciated for it.
The memories came rushing back to that night in Metropolis.
She could remember every sight and sound as clearly as if she were there right now.
It was so hot, so sexy that she couldn’t help but revel in the memories as the poured into her horny mind…
*******
Suicide Slum, Metropolis – 9:30 PM, approximately one week ago
As a reporter, Lois’s sharp eyes took everything in; the sidewalk in need of repair, the cracked pane in the pawn shop window; how a third of the street lights were out and how conveniently
each broken light was at the mouth of an alleyway. The quickly shifting shadows at the next alley told her someone was there but as the sound of retreating feet decidedly heavy on the second step could be discerned it brought a slightly wicked smile to the
ace reporter’s sexy lips… This was the fool that tried to mug her three days ago and bit off more than he could chew.
Too bad he didn’t learn his lesson but he probably needed money now for the broken teeth and severely cracked metatarsal bones their encounter had left him.
Lois’s moment of amusement was short lived, however, as the Rebel’s Bar came into view.
It was time to put her game face on. She had been on this quest of over a week now and this was the first clue to what really happened to Metropolis SCU top dog, Lieutenant Lupé Teresa Leocadio-Escudero. Of course everyone in Metropolis knew that she
had turned in her badge to become Lupé Lascivia, the hottest stripper in the city, but why?
Lupé was a strong independent woman driven to protect the public with nearly a decade of selfless, single-minded, and daring service to the badge! It was also well known that the woman was just aggressive with her intimate relations.
She even made it quite well known to Superman that she wanted him but personality would not allow her to chase any man, not even him.
The Man of Steel would either ‘wake the fuck up’ and prove himself to her and pursue her hot passions or it was his loss.
What an arrogant bitch! Lois didn’t trust, or for that matter even like, the bitch but this just didn’t add up and anyone that could take Lupé down was a real danger to the general public.
As the lovely reporter entered the seedy bar I occurred to her how comical it was that everyone picked the scummiest bars of Suicide Slum to do their covert meeting. It was never a Starbucks
or library. No, it was always where the lights were low, the beer cheap and hopes destroyed.
She spotted two separate groups that were probably conducting illegal business in the first 15 seconds in the place but they were not her informant.
She almost chuckled when she spotted the woman. With the broad fedora, dark sunglasses, and trench coat, the nervously sitting woman looked like a blond Carmen Sandiego trying to smuggle basketballs in her chest!
The sun glasses alone must have been about as useful as welder glasses in a dark place like this at this time of night!
As Lois settled into her seat across the booth from this apparent stripper in disguise she silently bet herself that the bitch’s voice was probably like Minnie Mouse on helium.
Lois’s suspicions were confirmed when the woman asked in a breathy baby doll voice “Are *you* the *famous* Lois Lane?”
Lois gave a slight sweet at the human Barbie Doll in front of her.
There was little doubt that the woman was a recent associate of Lupé; at least she gave every appearance of being a stripper. The ace reporter replied “Yes I am, and I assume you are ‘BJ’?”
Lois had to stifle a chuckle as she wasn’t sure if the ‘codename’ was a nod to the infamous ‘Deep Throat’ or the woman’s favorite hobby. Managing to keep a straight face as her informant looked quickly side to side before nodding acceptance, she continued
“Well, BJ, you contacted me regarding information on Lupé Lascivia’s change in career. Let’s get to it, shall we?”
Just as BJ’s mouth opened to begin, a waitress came up behind Lois and spoke in a dull sing song voice “Hi! Welcome to Rebel’s. I’m your waitress, Edda.
What can I get ya, hun?”
Lois turned to the middle aged woman and replied “Nothing for me, thanks.
My friend and I will be just a minute and then be on our way.”
The waitress scowled as she growled “Yeah, we get that a lot. Tell ya what, you can have all the ‘nothing’ ya want *outside* with the other dead beats.
Only paying customers sit here.”
Lois rolled her eyes and said “Fine! We’ll both have water.”
Lois knew that the city ordinances dictated that every establishment has to server water on demand so they couldn’t be turned out, but a quick look about the room made her adjust her order. “Better make that bottled waters, OK? Now can my friend and
I talk, please?” As Edda turned to make her way back to the bar grumbling about big spenders, Lois turned back to her informant and cooed “Come on BJ, you didn’t get me here to enjoy the atmosphere.
Tell me what you know.”
BJ waited for Edda to drop off the waters before she began “We, I was working the night that Lupé first showed up at the Diamond Dame’s Club…” the stripper whispered as she explained “you know,
the DD club.” BJ pointed at her clearly H+ cup boobs as she as she spoke of Lupé’s new workplace.
Lois needed more than vague memories for her investigation so she asked the woman “Could you be a little more specific.
What night was that? What time?” Lois took a big gulp of her bottles water as was surprised how refreshing it was.
The light citrus taste was not only delicious; it seemed to wake up everything it touched from her lips to her stomach.
It was almost like bottled enthusiasm as the warmth of the drink radiated out through her body.
Lois caught herself before the drink distracted her. She was here for an interview, not a product demonstration.
‘BJ’ smiled wickedly as she purred “Oh, yeah.
Silly me, reporters are always focused on boring stuff. Really it must be such a dull life!
I bet you hate going to work, day in and day out. Probably the only thing getting you out of bed in the morning is getting away from that geeky hubby of yours.
He’s probably trying to nail your hot slutty holes with his pathetic limp little dick; at least the few times he’s actually home.”
‘BJ’ lowered her sunglasses for the first time revealing the stunning cobalt blue eyes of the former Wonder Woman.
Lois wanted to defend her life and her husband, but the more this trollop spoke, the more she seemed right.
Lois felt her body heat rising and drank more of the water to calm herself down, but at this point her bottle was more than half gone and she wanted more.
Di had to chuckle as she pushed her bottled water to the befuddled and very thirsty reporter.
She cooed to her prey “Drink up baby. Believe me, there is *plenty* where that came from.” As the former heroine held up a $20 to get the waitress’s attention, she mused on how Lois, and her health conscious nature, was so predictable. It was easy to
get the New U water here at this dive bar. Even easier than using her lasso on the waitress and other workers here to guarantee that Lois and only Lois would get the water.
Edda quickly produced four more bottles of water for Lois and a Jagar Bomb for ‘BJ’. Di toyed with her drink as she continued her remolding of her former friend’s mind “Admit it, LoLo, you *hate* your life! It’s the real reason you look for informants.
They bring you to fun places like this filled with interesting and sexy people.
People who would fuck hard in a heartbeat, just like you would *love* to be *fucked*, *over and over again*!”
Lois smiled dreamily as she mused on what her new friend revealed to her.
It was like ‘BJ’ could see into her very soul! She was almost done with her second bottle of the potent mind control/will suppressant drink and although she was no longer gulping the stuff down, she was steadily sipping it at an impressive
pace. Her mind couldn’t be more open and that is exactly how Di would keep her until she was ready to add the final touch.
Di removed the hat and opened up the trench coat revealing her hot sexy body.
The vixen shook her head to free her thick mane of curly blond hair from the ‘hat head’ imposed by the fedora before she addressed Lois again in a deep sexy purr “Mmmmmm… Now that’s better, isn’t it?”
Lois gave a dazed nod and smile to her new mentor before she continued “So where were we?
Oh, yes!” Di took a long sexy draft from her drink as she savored her audience’s rapt anticipation “That’s right… We were helping *you* find your *freak*, right?
I mean hot *sluts* like us were made for *cock*, right? There’s a reason men get hard just looking at us.
It’s because their cocks belong *in* us. We *love* cock! We *worship* cock! And when we meet the right bastard to completely fuck us to delightfully devilish submission, we are *owned* by his cock for all eternity!!”
Lois was halfway through the third bottle now.
There was no going back for her. She had no idea why she had never noticed it before meeting BJ, but this Goddess was so very right.
Lois hated her job. She hated that hayseed husband trying to touch her gloriously slutty body.
What she needed was *cock*; immoral, unrestrained, glorious *COCK*!
She was never going back to the Daily Planet or Clark. Now that she knew what she wanted, she just needed to know the best way to get it.
Lois waited with baited breath for this oracle of truth to reveal yet more to her.
Di leaned back and looked about the bar as she continued “Sure, nice guys have cocks.
Some have huge meaty ones, but let’s face it; the stupid bastards want to ‘fall in love’. They want you to be the ‘love of their lives’; what bullshit! It’s just their way of keeping your hot ass to themselves.
Selfish pricks! Still, it is a lot of fun to fuck them hard so you can break their pathetic hearts.
You have lots of experience there, don’t you LoLo?”
Lois smiled wickedly.
It was going to be fun breaking Clark’s pathetic heart. Stupid prick kept her tied up when she could have been with what she loved the most; lots and lots of COCK.
He deserved to suffer in hell!
Di grasped the reporter’s hand as she continued “Well, that’s fun for another time.
We need to figure out what you need most, don’t we sweetie?
Let’s see, obviously you need a real bad boy. The kind that would fuck his best friend’s wife or daughter right in front of him to make a point; a real dickhead, if you get my meaning.
You need someone who couldn’t spell morals if you spotted him the first 5 letters simply because they are meaningless things to him.
Someone that has a criminal bent would be best. Yeah, I could see you with a guy like that.
Someone that would fuck the law, fuck the world, but most of all fuck all your slutty holes at the drop of a hat.”
Now Lois started day dreaming about being a crime boss’s moll.
She would be eye candy 24/7, but whenever he wanted she would be his very devoted fuck slave.
It didn’t matter if it was in private or in the middle of main street Metropolis.
She would gladly be his whore for the world to see. The thought of it made the woman tremble with a double orgasm.
Lois was almost there and Di knew it.
The former Amazon took on a look of surprised elation as she announced “I’ve got it!
Why didn’t I think of it before? Hell, what the fuck is wrong with *you*that you didn’t see it?
Who’s the biggest, baddest criminal bastard in the world? Lex Luthor!
I hear ol’ Lexxy even has a hard spot just for your sexy ass to boot!”
Lois was practically drooling now. To her new way of thinking, Lex was the sexiest man alive.
She would kill to have his cock thrusting inside her. She had to be his slut, but Di wasn’t finished “But how to get you riding his *cock*?
Sure, you could march up the front door of LexCorp Towers, drop to your knees and blow the guy.
I’m sure he would use you as cock candy as long as it irritated Superman, but eventually he would toss you away like just so much garbage.
That’s just the way the really fine bad boys are, you know.
So how do we make you irresistible for ever and ever?”
Di took another drink from her Jagar Bomb as Lois sweated out the pause.
It was clear that Lois was lost in this twisted fantasy. The drugged drink she had already taken in would be in effect for the next couple days and, assuming that Lex would fuck her hard and often during that time, it would be weeks before
her old personality would start to emerge, but that was not enough for the evil slut that Di had become.
She wanted to destroy the old Lois completely and permanently.
Dee Dee deserved no less and Di would never disappoint her beloved Dee Dee.
Di waited a bit longer and took another sip until she got what she wanted. Suddenly Lois broke the silence “Please, BJ, tell me more!
How can I be Lex’s fucktoy? How can I be irresistible to him?”
Di subtlety pulled a loop of her Golden Lasso out of her sleeve and synched it about the desperate reporter’s wrist.
As drugged as the woman was; as completely driven to be Lex’s love toy; Lois Lane had no defense against the mystic power that now flowed through the lasso into her eager mind and soul.
The next words from Di burned into her being beyond anything’s ability redeem.
As Lois gasped under the magic of the lasso, Di cooed “Simple, baby… You just tell Lex what you really are to the core of your being.
YOU are his WILLING SLAVE. You are his fucktoy and only wish to serve him in any way possible.
Your name is now LoLo and you are his slutty French Maid. That way you can work hard to please him as his slave servant and your whorish body is always right where he needs it so he can fill your hot body with his love seed. Congratulations
LoLo! You have found your purpose in life! Doesn’t it make you happy?”
Tears of joy flowed down the former reporters cheeks as LoLo happily replied “Oh yes, BJ.
I’ve never been so happy. When can I see my Master?
I must server him and him alone!”
Di dropped a couple more twenties on the table as she led LoLo to the ‘employee’s only’ part of the bar.
Sure, the people here were her thralls, but even thralls need to make a living. In the manager’s office was a particularly slutty version of a French maid’s costume.
The cloth was sheer black and the breast was designed to act like a pushup bra without hiding the tits with opaque cups.
The shoes were 6” black stilettoes and were accompanied with fine black fishnet stockings.
Even the matching black thong was crotchless; after all, Lex was too busy a man to have to waste time disrobing his new fucktoy!
All the black clothes were complimented with a white apron, collar, and lacey headpiece.
With the addition of deep dark eye makeup, generous amounts of rouge, and deep burgundy lipstick, soon LoLo was the picture of a slutty French maid, or at least a hooker pretending to be one.
Di put her trench coat about the new slave’s hot body and led her to a waiting limo.
Soon the sluts arrived at Lexcorp Towers. The front desk guard may not have known who the blond vision of pure lust before him was but he had seen enough of Lois Lane over the years to recognize her even with the heavy makeup.
As the blond woman took off Lois’s coat to reveal the new LoLo she cooed “It’s a present for Lex.
I’m sure he won’t mind.” The guard couldn’t agree more as he got up to personally escort LoLo to her new master but before he could Di slipped a card into the slut’s thong and purred “Sorry, it’s just a gift card so Lex knows who to thank.” Di smiled
as she turned to walk away. The card simply contained a New U coupon for one free bodymod.
Lex would know immediately who to thank. Dee Dee would be so happy and that thought alone was making the former heroine very hot and bothered! She could feel the juices flowing freely down her legs as she beat a hasty retreat.
She wanted to be in the limo before she gave in to the bitch taming orgasm that was seconds away.
It was mandatory. All the stealth of the mission depended on it because she knew she could not trust herself to remain silent once it started.
She had to make it; she would not fail her lover, even in this minor slip.
Once safe inside the sound proof limo she let go of the raging torrent of cum and screamed “Oh, GAWD… Dee Dee!”
*******
Gotham City – Today
Only seconds had passed since the flow of memories started but the incredible emotional connect had driven the Amazon-Slut over the edge again.
This time she could not remain silent as she yelled again “Oh, GAWD… Dee Dee! Oh God... Oh God…”
Without the context of the flashback, Dee Dee and Suzy were a bit confused as to what the hell was going on in the Wonder Tower, but not being one to be indecisive, Dee Dee quipped “Well, it’s
good to know you can take a compliment well, babe. We’ll have fun with *that* later tonight, but the point I was making was Lex was saying he didn’t want to use the free body mod on LoLo.
He wanted to use it on someone else.