Amora was slightly confused by Circe’s statement, but she recognized the look. Circe and Scarlet Witch were both staring at her with the same bated breath look of lust fueled slavish adoration. Amora realized something else, Spiderman and Scarlet Witch’s outfits had changed, the red outfits had turned green and gotten much slinkier and kinkier. Spiderman’s catsuit now was green rubber with gold webbing all around his body and a rather full cod piece around his manhood. The former Scarlet Witch had a green leather Corset, opera gloves and thigh boots with black rubber leggings. Looking at Circe, Amora noticed that she too had taken a sexier look, gone was the designer outfit and in its’ place was what could best be described as a green latex cheerleader dress.
“Please Lady Amora,” Spiderman dropped to his knees, “Grant these lost souls a place in your stable of slaves.”
Amora noticed each of them was holding a green leather dog collar, she smiled at the possibilities these three love slaves would open. She had to admit most of them were pornographic rather than conquering in nature.
*
Harley was panting and moaning like a whore, Giggles had on her “Special” Hyena suit just like Snuggles which meant that while Giggles used the external dildo on Harley’s pussy and Snuggles pumped Harley’s butt with her dildo the internal dildos were fucking Giggles and Snuggles in the pussy and ass as well. Harley held herself up by the rings on her Hyena’s collars.
“Give it to Aunt Harley!”
*
“So Christmas was better than I expected,” Billy said to Mary, “We should really thank Bruce and Alfred for the dinner they sent over.”
“I’m sure Uncle Ebenezer would have been jealous,” Mary snickered.
The rope came out of nowhere and circled the twin’s necks. It was yanked tight slamming their heads together and choking them, yet for some reason they remained calm and couldn’t struggle to free themselves. When their tormentor stepped out, they should have been shocked and horrified, but they felt a numb nothing.
“Like the new me?” Diana smiled, “I got fed up with being a goody two shoes.”
*
The demoness licked her lips with her forked tongue. The only way the black leather pants would make former Wonder Woman sexier was if they were open crotch leather chaps. Gone was the red armored corset, star spangled panties, and in their place were a black leather pants, a black leather halter top and black hooker boots. “Oh shit,” the demoness thought to herself, “She is monologing.”
*
“… So now I think we will be one big happy family. Of course Mommy will need some rather adult attention from time to time, but we have Captain and Mary Marvel to handle that for the next decade until you Billy and Mary are old enough to truly understand adult love. By then pleasing me will be your world…”
*
The Cupid impersonator readied the first arrow and fired in a high arch, then fired two straight into Billy and Mary’s backs. All three arrow struck the heroes in the heart at the same time. With a twang of the bow string the succubus was off to another enslavement.
*
Something in the former Wonder Woman changed, the hint of disgust she had toward the Batson Twins became something else, a sort of sick a perverted Maternal Love. These kids were her children and she was going to raise them to lover their adopted mother. She hadn’t planned on using Captain and Mary Marvel all that often, but now she wanted to fuck them silly nightly.
“Come here my children,” Diana looked at Billy and Mary with some surprise.
The twins were now both about sixteen, and dressed in matching black leather pants and jackets. While Billy wore a black polo and combat boots, Mary wore a black blouse and corset with over the knee boots. Diana removed her laso from their necks and smiled at them.
“Say the magic word for Mommy,” Diana breathed.
“SHAZAM!” the Twins called in unison.
*
The Norse gods were not really all that hard to find, well by anyone frankly. The Succubus Cupid stretched out on a long flat rock watching the pair of Thor’s argue over who is the real Thor and who is the better Thor. It was clear to her that they had once been lovers and that the man’s thoughtless actions had hurt the lady. As predicted the partially corrupted daughter of Krypton came flying over.
*
“Karen of house Zor-El what brings you here?” The male Thor asked.
“What have you done with your armor Sister?” the female Thor asked.
Karen smiled as she floated down to the Iceland tundra plain. She had to admit, the fetish shop boots didn’t fit right, but they managed to get that dominatrix look with the four-inch platform, nine-inch stilettos and red laces up the front all the way to the hem of the mini skirt. The tight leather mini skirt and leather halter top helped convey the air of dominance.
“Like the new look,” Karen asked, “I got tired of trying to look like a good girl and getting called a slut, so fuck it!”
“Karen,” the male Thor raised an eyebrow, “You are a grown woman, do not let other’s foul words guide your actions.”
“So you decide to become the slut they accuse you of being?” the female Thor shouted in shock and dismay.
“Yeah about that,” Karen said, “Look I am out looking for some fuck buddies, and with maybe some henchmen duties…”
“Henchmen duties?” the male Thor recoiled in horror, “By Odin’s Beard, have you fell to the low path of villainy?”
“So what?” Karen shouted back.
“Sister you must keep faith with the sisterhood and not allow yourself to serve the mysaganistic views of the Patriarchy.”
“I know not about what this imposter is prattling on,” the male Thor said, “But Karen I can give you a dire reason to reconsider your choice.”
“What’s that?” both the female Thor and Karen asked flatly.
“Your fall from grace will attract the wraith of the BAT!”
*
She had heard enough, it was time to make some sex happen. The three arrows flew off in rapid succession hitting each in the chest.
*
Karen felt the surge of power again, but this time it was different. She felt the cheep outfit burn off of her and the power crafted new clothes for her to dominate her lovers in. She looked herself over, fitted black leather gloves, a custom made leather teddy, a heavy leather police belt and perfectly molded leather black leather crotch boots. Karen looked at her lovelies and noticed that they too had a visit from the fetish wardrobe fairy, the fem-Thor was in the silver helmet, a black latex catsuit, with a brown fur miniskirt, silver chainmail halter, and brown leather knee boots while Thor’s outfit became a black leather chest armor piece and black leather pants with a large snap off cod piece.
“Can you power down?” Karen asked her Asguardian’s.
“No my beloved Kryptonian goddess,” Thor spoke kneeling before Karen.
“I am Jane Foster,” the fem-Thor said before raising her hammer up.
The bolt of lightning changed her from the Blonde haired Norse beauty queen to a brown haired, normal girl in a black leather cocktail dress and fuck me pumps.
“Jane…” Thor reacted.
The mortal woman put her hands in her hair and looked herself over.
“Is the cancer gone?” she asked.
Karen looked with her ex-ray vision, no trace of any cancer.
“Like it never happened,” Karen said coyly.
“Then I am yours to command Mistress,” Jane fell to her knees as well.
“How do you two feel about being my fuck buddy hench-sluts?” Karen asked.
“Please allow us to serve you,” both called with lust and submission.
“Power up Jane,” Karen smiled, “I am going to fuck you two until we pop a volcano!”
*
Lex sat at this desk, the side door to the long term safe room turned sex dungeon was open. Lois and Mercy were laying down for a minute as one of the dizzy spells affected them. Soon they would both be Kryptonian hybrids, and they wouldn’t allow anything to interfere with their master’s designs.
“Mr. Luthor?” Grace, the timid temporary executive secretary called from the door, “This just came up from the genetics lab, they said it need your immediate attention.”
“Bring me the envelope,” Luthor said.
As Grace walked over, the squeks and pops of her latex catsuit on the rubber sheets of the bed resounded across the office. Grace handed Luthor the envelope and found herself blocked by Mercy looking her up and down. Grace being much shorter found herself eye level with Mercy’s hard nipples poking against her catsuit.
“You know Grace,” Mercy leaned in, “I’m sure we could get you outfitted with a nice outfit too.”
“Leave her alone Mercy,” Luthor smiled, “Grace, call the lab and tell them to run follow up tests to make sure of their results.”
*
“Harder Captain Gimp!” Diana called to the hyper masculine black rubber gimp with a gold lightning bolt across his chest, “Fuck my ass harder! That’s right Mary Gimp get your tongue deep in my pussy!”
The feminine gimp stuck her tongue deeper into her mistress’ snatch relishing the taste of love. Diana was enjoying the two porn star black rubber gimps with gold lightning bolts across their chests that use to be Captain and Mary Marvel.