“That is his fifth confession Mistress,” Mz. Brown hit the stop button on the video camera, “Between his confessions and my daughter’s confessions you could destroy the Bat if you dumped them on the news.”
Not only had her Kitty Kat help Selina enslave her own mother, but she had been rather enthusiastic about it. Now Clue-Master’s ex-wife was an extremely devout fetish feline convert.
“Bruce kept screwing me over, now I can screw him over,” Selina purred, “Time for him to get locked up, I would rather it be in one of my sleep sacks, but I am fine with him in jail.”
“Can I spend some time in your sleep sack Mistress?” Mz. Brown said posing to look coy.
Selina looked at her pride’s nurse, rubber ankle high paw boots, rubber thigh highs in white with leopard print tops and little red crosses, a rubber medical mini-dress with apron of leopard print and red trim, bright red rubber elbow gloves, a leopard print nurses bonnet and a black rubber collar marking her as Selina’s slave.
*
Central Park was nice this time of year, in the sixties and sunny, but rain was expected later. Doreen smiled as she shared a bit of her lunch with an orphaned squirrel. She had been teaching her how to forage for food so she would survive the winter.
“Think Jessy is going to make it Tippy Toe?” Doreen asked her Squirrel friend.
But rather than answer, both squirrels turned to something else. Doreen turned to see what was up…
“Tequila Bomb!” a voice called as a water balloon filled with the drink slammed into Doreen’s face.
The balloon popped filling her mouth and nose with the strong Mexican national drink. As the liquids soaked her cloths they changed. Suddenly Doreen was hit three more times with tequila filled balloons.
“I feel funny…” Doreen slurred to her squirrel friends.
*
Deadpool sat on the shattered remains of the coffee table looking at his handy work.
<Dang it took a lot to were them out!>
[Care to fill the audience in on that part?]
<Well folks first you see what I did was Snu-Snu them until they were really happy and content,> Wade smiles as he pets Diana’s ass that is sticking up, <then I made a mad dash to the liqueor store and got as many packs of Dos Eches as they had! Dee-Dee and Jenny drank most of them, cute little Suzzie Que was out after just two hits.>
[Two cans?]
<Two sips,> Wade pinches Sue’s cheek as she drools on Jen’s lap, <well then I finished the glamazons with some hot wet anal using the beer as lube.>
[You’re sick man]
<You’re the writer Gav.>
[Moving on…]
*
Moe was not the brightest, but he knew how to use the gun, what to say and how to pick the victims… And this red-head had bull’s eye written on her shirt! Well, not literially, the white cotton tank top was two sizes too small for D-cups and read ‘You should be dancing on a table –Tequila’ and it was soaked giving a great image of her bra-less tits underneath. But with one stripper sandle in her hand and the other on her foot and her Mexican flag booty shorts on backwards this chick must have been kicked out of three parties already. And they must have been wild parties if she showed up in that little with a freaking furry tail clipped to her belt!
“Give me your money!” Moe slammed her back into the brick wall of the alley way and shoved his gun in her face.
“Yer cute!” the chick said with a hic-up.
Moe couldn’t believe anyone could be that drunk as the bitch sank to her knees a start to kiss and lick at his crotch.
“Come on big boy,” she slurred, “Gi’me some churizzo bab-ba!”
It was an instant of doubt… fuck it! Moe opened the zipper on his jeans and the chick started fishing his dick out with her tongue.
*
Jervis sat in the chair of his hotel room as his Alice and March Hair went over the possibilities for his outfit for the night. He was sure that he was having a moment of perfect clarity and insight just as he was sure that the Bat in Gotham would give him a double fisted rebuttle and insist that he was mad as a hatter with a drop kick or worse.
The powers behind this had an agenda and it seemed that the master mind was subcontracting to various sub powers to further this agenda. So far what he knew was that with each holiday another batch of heroes became the servile love slaves of villians, and among other effects was that the villains seemed to develop or suddenly have a tolerance for latex fetishism. Jervis had no idea if Lex Luthor was running around in latex man panties, but it was clear that Mercy, the former Superman and Lois Lane were now full on fetishists…
*
Lex only half paid attention to his kryptonian enhanced lovers as they had a floating threesome in nothing but their latex stocking, garter belts, opera gloves and corsets. He still had work to do as the head of a multi-million-dollar mega corporation, although here in his private inner office he could relax and dress down wearing only his short sleeved rubber surf suit as he worked. As soon as he finished the slut would put on their power stripping gold Kryptonite chockers and he would fuck them stupid!
*
And Jervis didn’t even want to think about what depravities were going on in the castle of Doom…
*
Deadpool slams the wooden door shut behind him!
<DO NOT GO IN THERE MAN!>
*
No, it was clear that he himself had been affected and embraced the fetish without realizing it until after it had consumed him. Before he liked the sight of a lovely lady in latex showing off her body, now the sight, smell and sound of a woman in rubber made him randy, hell wrapping himself in rubber made him randy! And that was where the mental musings met the mundane mortal world.
“Jervis babe!” Laura “Alice” Kinney, the former Talon cooed, “You look the best in your tux!”
She held up a hanger with a green and black latex tuxedo.
“No!” Harriet “March Hare” Pratt barked, “Wear your Master Suit!”
She held up the rubber polo shirt and cod piece equipped pants.
Jervis could argue with the ladies in their latex lingerie holding up rubber rompers for his date with the Cheetah, after all he sat here in latex jock strap and chest harness hoping that the cat-woman would want to play in a latex cat suit.
*
“Do you have to fuck some dirty man?” the former Captain America moaned.
“No,” Barbara “The Cheetah” Minerva kissed her Cougar woman, “I don’t have to Stacy… But it could earn me power over many more and expand our pride!”
Barbara looked at her cubs in their latex merry widows and stockings both of them had their naked pussies on display for their goddess and they were wet with lust at the sight of her even in human form in a black latex mini dress and fuck me boots. She only hoped that he would wrap more than just his stratching post in latex tonight for her.
*
“Tim, Steph and Steph’s mom have shacked up with Catwoman! Superman is gone! Marvel and Power Girl are banging Doom! And the only way Babs will talk to me is if I book her for the night through Cobblepot! How can this get any worse!” Dick screamed.
“Squirrel Girl is leading a Spring Break slash Cinco de Mayo zombie plague in New York City,” Bruce intoned.
“WHAT!?!” Dick fell off the I-beam.
“How many red heads with squirrel tails are out there?” Bruce asked.
“Doreen,” Dick said, “We banished her evil clone to the negative realm.”
“Right, well it looks like she is going around New York and everyone she meets she makes out or out-right has sex with and they turn into a college co-ed in a spring break slash Cinco de Mayo porno film.”
Bruce brought up a video clip of a reporter being surrounded by drunken co-eds in beach outfits and watched as they started grouping and making out with the fourty year old and as they did they poured Patron on her and she turned into a nineteen year old drunk chick wearing a Mexican Flag string bikini and straw sombero. She started to make out with the crowd too and then turned her attention on the camera man and pulled off her bikini top!
“Well shit!” Dick said, “What does that have to do with Doreen?”
“Wait For it,” Bruce said.
“Cuuum on beetches!” Doreen stumbled into view, “There are party poopies over thar! Let’zz get’em in the spirit!”
She did a shot of Tequilla straight from the bottle before flashing the camera herself!