Starfire and Miss Martian minced up to Mr. Green's big building, thrusting up out of the middle of the Pink Light District like a big ol' dick with glowing green lights at the top.
Starfire and Miss Martian were holding hands, their tits jiggling under their tube tops. Their make-up was a little smudged, and they'd passionately made out with each other in the taxi and then given the driver a big ol' blow job in liue of money (they didn't have any money to spend. It all belonged to Big Daddy).
The two sauntered into Mr. Green's private elevator and Starfire typed the passcode for the penthouse (it was just short enough for her bimbo brain to remember it) and the elevator started to move.
As it did, Starfire wrapped her arms around Miss Martian and passionately frenched her. Earning money for Big Daddy made Star so horny! She loved her master so much for giving her sexy friends like MM, and for giving her so much cock to suck. And for saying such nice things about her, like "you may be a dumb bimbo but you've got such a sexy ass" or "you're the hottest tits and cunt on two legs I know" or "I'm going to jizz all over your sexy slut face, Princess." Starfire was so lucky!
* * *
"Hello, my dear," Penguin said. "You must be...."
"Didi. I'd like a job, sir."
Black Canary moved slowly in, dressed in a navy blue stripper outfit and fishnets. She glanced nervously at the Penguin. He had wanted her transformation to be slow and subtle, still some resistance, enough that he could still break her into her new role.
So Dinah was convinced that Oracle had told her she needed to infiltrate the Iceberg Lounge, figure out its secrets -- and then destroy it from the inside.
Of course it would not be that easy, and Penguin's gaze made her feel strangely tingly.
* * *
Terra stared with envy at Jinx's semi-conscious body. A huge amount of thick creamy cum was oozing out of Jinx's gaping asshole, where Mr. Green had deposited it. Though some was also dripping on her hair and face, where he'd gleefully wiped himself clean.
Though the witch had been fucked into screaming, tortured exhaustion that made her ass feel like it had been ripped in half, Terra wished it was her so bad. She was soooo horny. She needed to be used, to be fucked like Jinx had been fucked. She needed to cum! Why wouldn't Master use her as his cum-dump?
She moaned around her gag as Master lifted his glass of bourbon from her tray, giving it a little push so she could feel the tray pulling on her nipple rings.
The smirking pimp took a sip as he talked on his phone.
"Yeah, Dick," the former Beast Boy said. "I need your help. I think I located what happened to Starfire, Raven, and the rest, but I don't have your detective skills. Come and help me investigate it, but do it carefully. Come in disguise and contact me when you arrive."
As Mr. Green talked, he idly gave his donkey-dick a rub. He almost felt sorry for Dick, how inadequate he was going to feel!
* * *
Joker had remembered that the Penguin had started up the Iceberg Lounge in Bimberg. The sissifying villain remembered how he used to make fun of Penguin, calling him such a dull and boring villain, too afraid of getting his hands dirty to do anything real. A weak coward, a wimp, a boring no-nothing.
Joker moaned and bit his lip.
Penguin wasn't a coward or a wimp. After all, he had a stable of sexy waitresses and dancers, and he knew what to do with them. While Joker was doing all his silly pathetic schemes, Penguin was fucking his bimbos like a real man would!
The sissy squeezed his tiny white clit. He wondered if it was true what they said about men with big noses.
Penguin, Killer Croc, Bane -- all big powerful men who knew what bitches needed. They had dicks that they knew what to do with. Even Clayface -- he could make himself any length. Any size.
"OOOOO! Heeheeheehee!"
Joker moaned and drooled as he imagined all the real manly-man villains all pointing and laughing at him, showing him to be the wimpy little sissy he'd always been. They'd show him what a real man was like. Joker had thought he was so big, that he was the greatest villain, the most powerful, most terrifying man in the world.
But he was just a silly little pathetic sissy. He didn't deserve to fuck Dr. H. He'd lick the cum out of her snatch and let her fuck him with her harlequin strap-on.
"Oooo, I hope Mr. Penguin would let me show him how sorry I am! Heeheeeheeeheeee!"
Maybe Dr. H would let Joker take a second job dancing and telling jokes at the Lounge. The biggest joke would be lifting his skirt to show off his pathetic little white worm.
"Look at meeeeeee!"
Thinking of everyone he knew pointing and laughing at his clitty caused Joker to spurt a little watery sissy load.
* * *
Raven found a pile of DVDs by the TV, as well as various magazines. To her surprise, she found they were all BDS&M stuff and porno. Most of them with covers of women in tight latex and rubber outfits, either tied or strung up like a piece of meat or being dominated by powerful males. A surprisingly large amount of them had the women in tight fetishy nun's outfits being dominated by horny male demons.
"Where did all of these come from?" Raven asked herself. It was so strange. Especailly because she was half-demon herself, how her mother had been dominated and corrupted by a Lord of Hell to create her. How Arella had become Trigon's toy.
Raven whimpered. It was all so horrifying. Still, some of the covers were kind of hot. WIth the big powerful demons not taking no for an answer, turning the nuns and other ladies into their toys, their cumsluts.
* * *
"Excuse me a moment, ladies," Lois cooed to her friends. "I've got to make a phone call."
She minced away, all her gaudy jewellery clinking together. Lexie wanted Lois to do something special, and Lois was so grateful for it! She loved her husband so much, especially because he was so forgiving and loving! She had spent years denying him, pushing him away -- even fighting against him and his plans to run Metropolis, which of course was Lexie's right for being such a great man! But did he punish Lois for it? Did he break her? Turn her into a slave? A bitch? He could have! It would have been his right!
But instead he married her, and helped Lois become the perfect lady for him, and not have to worry about any boring ol' lame reporting things.
Lois giggled. Lexie was too good to her! She wanted to make it up to him, and she had pleaded with him to let her help to punish all the losers and wimps who had stood in his way. Lois wanted so bad to show she cared only about him now. And Lexie had agreed!
Of course, the one Lois wanted to punish most was her former husband.
Gawd! Lois rolled her eyes. Superman was, like, the biggest loser! All that power -- he could have ruled the world, fucked whoever he wanted, been rich and powerful! And he had decided to use it to help others, not himself. A real man takes whatever he wants, lives like a king! Or at least the most powerful businessman in the world!
Lois dialled Clark's number. Her pussy was dripping at the thought of helping her husband get his revenge on Superwhimp!
* * *
The elevator dinged open and Starfire and Miss Martian stepped out. They quickly stripped themselves of all their clothes. Mr. Green didn't usually like seeing bitches dressed in the penthouse. Then they each picked up a cat collar with a bell on it. Star's was purple and said "Princess Pussy" while Miss Martian's was red and said "Miss Cunty."
They put on their collars, then each groaned a little as they thrust the butt-plugs up their asses, each one had a cat tail hanging from it.
The two purred as they crawled on their hands and knees towards the meeting room, each one holding her purse in her mouth like a cat bringing an offering to her owner.
* * *
Joker giggled as the sissy staggered out of the room. The former villain swayed, feeling a little dizzy, slowing heading down the hall.
"Heehehee, can't stand up. So silly!"
"Well, well, if it isn't the boss."
Joker's eyes went wide as three large thugs strode into the room, all dressed in tuxedoes. Each one had a different haircut, modeled after the Three Stooges. Joker recognized them instantly: Moe, Larry, and Curly, his three most common henchmen.
"You certainly treated us like shit when we worked for you," Moe said.
"I think we deserve some compensation," Larry grinned.