The Video had been playing Tim and Steph calmly describing How they would regularly kid nap and torture people to get confessions out of them as to what illegal activities their associates were doing. They had started into how Alfred had aided them when finally, the video switched and the countdown stopped. Selina was laying on an inflatable bondage bed with Bunny Kane and Stephine “Kitten” Brown suckling her tits while Tim “Leo” Drake was eating her pussy. She smiled as the video switched to a recording of her starting a hypnotic track in her full latex catsuit. She could hear the electric pumps start up dosing the heroes with her ultimate mind warping formula. After two weeks of this all that would be left of Dick and Bruce would be what she wanted, and all that was lost would be replaced with her loyal, obedient, adoring, fetish fuck slave ninja.
*
Jarvis and Barbara were eating breakfast at a local breakfast restaurant. So far neither of them were mind fucked sex addicts highly addicted to each other.
“I must say,” Barbara smiled, “That was the best sex I ever had with a man.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did,” Jerry smiled.
“Hay sexy! Ditch the faggot and come have a real good time!” a butch biker chick shouted form the parking lot next to their outdoor table.
“We know what really pleases a kinky bitch!” her friend shouted.
Jarvis leaned closer to Barbara and rested his cheek on palm and looked at the two women parking their bikes. Both wore a mix of jeans and leather and had club vests declaring them to be a generic brand Dykes on Bikes group.
“What do you think?” Jervis asked, “The walrus and the Cheshire Cat?”
“Always back to Wonderland Jerry,” Barbara took a sip of her coffee.
“It is the foundation of my current career,” Jervis noted.
“What did you call me? What did you call me faggot!?” the larger of the two women shouted being as menacing as she could.
“I can assure you that I am not a homosexual,” Jervis smiled, “But if you wish to attend that party you will need to follow the dress code.”
“I’ll scratch your eyes out!” The small one hissed.
“I like her,” Barbara smiled, “I wonder what kind of a scratching she actually accomplishes in the sack.”
That comment took both the bikers off guard.
*
Scott watched as Doctor Psycho fucked Jean to multiple orgasms and stared at the man’s cock and envied how well he was using it. Scott started to drool and became jealous of the pleasure she was getting from such a dominant and superior man.
“Ha! Like I would ever sully myself with a sissy shit like you,” Doctor Psycho’s voice slapped Scott across the face, “Maybe with a lot of work I could get you to the point where I start whoring you out to some of my more perverse friends who are into little sissy shits.”
*
The only program they could all settle on was a local talk show where they were interviewing a local couple who were getting recognized for success in the fashion industry. The gimmick was that they were making latex clothing. The husband was dressed in a latex dress shirt and military pants, the wife was wearing a pair of black rubber leggings, knee boots, and a bright pink latex maternity mini dress that was tight across her chest and loose below it.
“So what does your kids have to say about this to their friends?” the presenter asked.
“They say we make rubber cloths,” the wife smiled, “We don’t work in secrete, everyone on our street knows what we do.”
“What about the sexual nature of it?” the presenter kept prodding.
“Well they realize that every so often Mommy gets pregnant and they have a baby sibling a few months latter,” the husband smiled, “We aren’t having orgies in front of the kids, and while they know we make rubber underwear, we don’t tell them all the uses for it.”
“They will figure that out when they get older,” the wife kissed her husband.
“And when is older?” The presenter asked.
“We have been married fifteen years,” the husband smiled, “Our oldest is thirteen and she has figured out a lot about the birds and the bees already with her friends and in school, but she still has never been in out private office.”
“Is she high?” Maria asked, “She looks like she is high out of her mind.”
“I think normal people call it ‘maternal glow,’ but yeah,” Betty agreed.
“And you still going to this private office?” The presenter asked.
“It’s even more fun while you are pregnant!” the couple laughed together.
Not one of the four women saw or felt Milfy place her hand on their head filling them with maternal yearnings and perversions. Each of them started to have fantasies of what happened in that ‘private office’ that the couple referenced. Then almost at the same time each of them started having fantasies of being in that ‘private office’ with a rubber man to father their children.
“Thank you,” The presenter smiled, “That is our show, please check out…”
Milfy smiled as her hints and suggestions took hold in the women.
“Come on,” Pepper said, “If we hide in here the whole time the old lady will get suspicious. We have to act like we are on vacation.”
“Maybe go shopping?” Bobbi said half in a trance.
“Yeah…” Maria kept watching the wife and husband get up and hug the presenter as the credits rolled.
*
“Look my dear,” Jervis smiled at the larger of the two bikers, “I am recruiting for my little club, but there is still a uniform dress code.”
“I am always looking for a kitty,” Barbara leered at the smaller woman.
Both bikers were transfixed by the two rubber clad dinners, they found themselves unable to continue to aggress against them and unable to retreat from the attention they had invited on themselves.
“Are you both truly ‘dykes’ as your vests claim?” Jervis asked.
“Bi-sexual,” both murmured in their lightly tranced state.
“I have an Alice and a March Hare already,” Jervis said, “I am looking for some muscle, tell me dear are you a good swimmer?”
“State Championships…” the larger one said.
“I wonder if our experiment is bearing fruit?” Barbara smiled at Jervis noting the change in the bikers.
“Please kiss me,” the larger biker asked Jervis.
“What is your name?”
“Marry…”
Jervis got up and removed his hat, he swepted his arm around the large biker and gave her a dramatic kiss. Both of the felt the shock of electricity as the kiss fried and reformatted the woman’s brain.
“Thank you boss,” the biker giggled like a school girl, “When can you pick out some rubber wetsuits for me to take off for you?”
Barbara watched as the bits of fat and tattoos started fading off the larger of the bikers leaving a tall, strong glamazon. She in turn curled a finger beckoning the other biker to her and when they were face to face she gave the enthralled woman a French kiss. The change wasn’t just mental, the woman became a cub, her body was covered in a micro short coat of Bengal tiger stripes and a tail grew out of her butt.
“I think we better get the check and take our toys off the street Jerry,” Barbara smiled.
“Yes, I will get it. I think your Cheshire needs to disappear.”
*
The local fetish shop was right next to a vintage clothes shop and parking the rental car the four got out and were stunned to see a young woman with an impossibly narrow waist in a mix of 1950’s and fetish wear.
“I love your look,” Bobbie’s eye glazed over.
“Thanks,” girl smiled, “I got my corset, stockings, garter belt, choker and mitts from the latex shop and we made my dress in house.”
The wheels started turning in the four women’s head.
*
Edward smiled as he paid for the flowers, it was simple really, be nice and friendly. If they wanted a fight they should be hesitant with the recent string of heroes defecting. Just have a nice chat and try to figure out what has been happening in Gotham that the news isn’t talking about.
*
Barbara Gordon arched her back as Roland Dagget came with one final thrust. He was no where near the lover that Dick had been and defiantly shit compared to Ozzy, but Roland was a paying client and she was expected to make he feel like he accomplished something great. Well her ass would be sore and Ozzy would be pleased with all the future trade deals she found out about with his bragging.
*
Selina had Kitten spit roasting between Leo’s cock in her mouth and her strapon in the blonde’s pussy. All of this was happening on the hood of the Batmobile!