"Honey?" Clark said as he entered the darkened apartment.
There were no lights on and he didn't see Lois in bed, but he could hear breathing. Something was draining his powers, he couldn't pin point where it was coming from. Suddenly a fist appeared in front of him and held a rag to his mouth. It wasn't sleeping
gas, but it mad his head spin and him go week.
"Surprise honey!" Lois cackled, "I'm going to rape you!"
The lights came on and as Clark looked up he saw Lois in a black and red leopard print rubber catsuit with a rather large pink glowing strap on dildo stick out between her legs. Her hands were sheaved in red versions of catwoman's clawed gloves.
"Get ready," Lois had a cruel smile, "I'm going in dry!"
Lois pulled Clark on to the bed and then with out much cerimony she shredded his tights and slammed the pink kryptonite into his back door.
Gotham City
Bruce looked at the letter again. What could it hurt? Besides, It had been a while since Playboy Billionare had been photographed with a new Bimbo, and this one would keep up the pretense of being a womanizing party hound. He picked up the house phone.
The cruise ship
"Please!" Diana shouted, "DOn't stop, I swear I will do anything for you!"
"What are you swearing?" Jill prodded.
"And to who?" Jane pocked.
"By the gods, Diana swears to be the loyal fuck toy maid of the Mistresses Jane and Jill, for them to use as They wish!" Diana screamed.
"Checkmate," the dominatrixs said in unison.