Nanny Contrary came too in Donna Troy’s apartment. The exertion in changing the former Wonder Girl into her obedient new thrall had taken a lot out of her and, apparently, she’d passed out. Looking across the room, she saw Trickybelle’s naked back, her wings fluttering in the air. The pixie was kneeling in the lap of a woman wearing a big, black silk skirt. A pair of arms were wrapped around Trickybelle’s waist. These were clad in long, black rubber sleeves. The hands in black rubber gloves.
Nanny Contrary’s dress squeaked as she rose from the sofa. She took a moment to adjust her outfit and cleared her throat. Trickybelle looked back over her shoulder, her face a mask of lust. Her eyes widened in surprise as she recognized her mistress. She fluttered quickly from the other woman’s lap and Nanny Contrary arched an eyebrow when she noticed the pixie’s tits absolutely covered in red lipstick imprints. A familiar sounding squeak drew her attention to the woman who had been ravaging her pixie.
The former Donna Troy stood. She was tall, at least 6’6”. Her big, poofy black silk skirt gave way to a form fitting black rubber top that strained over a pair of mouthwatering boobs. The rubber continued up the woman’s neck, stopping just below her chin. Her face was smooth and perfect, almost like porcelain, with an elegant nose, ruby red lips, thin eyebrows, and piercing gray eyes. Her pitch black hair was styled elaborately atop a head that also bore an elegant silver tiara. She was 18 or maybe 19, if Nanny Contrary was any judge of age.
The new Princess Prim moved close to Nanny. “Nanny,” she moaned in her posh accent. “I’m so glad you’re awake. This naughty pixie tempted me with her bounty and I was simply unable to control myself.” She moved her hands to the top of her skirt and undid a pair of hidden fasteners. The skirt fell to the floor, revealing that the delectable teen was wearing knee high leather boots, but nothing else below the waist. “Surely,” she continued, glancing at Trickybelle, “we need to be punished.”
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Wonder Wife smashed the top of another glass display in the jewelry store she and Paparazzi were currently robbing. Reaching in, She withdrew an elaborate diamond necklace and fastened it around her throat. She turned to the mousey sales girl. “What do you think, dear?” She traced the necklace with one gloved hand, allowing it to drift down to her magnificent chest. “Like what you see?”
“Please,” the girl stammered. “Please leave.”
Lois frowned at the girl, unsure of how anyone could resist her world class rack. “Oh, poo,” she turned to Paparazzi, who was trying on a pair of diamond stud earrings in another corner of the shop. “Jimi, dear, make her more fun for me.”
Paparazzi smiled and sauntered over, readying her camera. She leaned in close to Wonder Wife. “What do we say?”
Lois smiled and gave her freckled friend a passionate kiss. Paparazzi was the only minion who could get away with talking to her like that. “Pretty please.”
Jimi winked at Lois and then turned her attention to the girl. With each snap of the camera, the girl changed. In no time at all, the girl was gone, replaced by a female robot with sleek sexy curves. Her body was plated in 24 karat gold. A plate of pure silver topped her head, mimicking a short, slicked back hair do. Her breasts were tipped with red rubies. She tilted her head to one side, regarding Wonder Wife. Then she lifted one golden fist and broke open another cabinet. She drew out a new necklace and strode to Wonder Wife. “May I?” came its melodious voice. Lois nodded, an amused smile on her face. The robot deftly removed the first necklace and replaced it with the second. Lois turned to look in a mirror and saw that it did flatter her much better, particularly one long pendant which came to rest at the very tip of her cleavage.
Lois grinned at her new plaything. “Well done. I think I’ll call you Precious Metal. Do you like that?”
“I do,” she replied.
Jimi was sitting nearby, trying on a flashy emerald ring. “Hey, Lois, check this out! Precious Metal, pleasure mode!”
Precious Metal clicked and whirred. In a moment, the gold metal shifted and separated, revealing a human mouth between her robotic nose and chin. Human breasts were next and, of course, a very human pussy.