Rachael's room, Wayne Manor
The changes were subtle and almost un-noticed. Each of the lovers now wore a chain with a dog tag on it escribed, with 'Property of Wayne Manor.' The bed became a four poster with restraints attached to the corners. The closet now had a fetish section
for the cheerleader to wear at her guardian's instruction.
"And what do we have here?" Batlady called from the hall way.
"Mistress we were having a threesome," the three teenagers kneeled on the bed and faced their mistress.
Batlady tossed over three sets of handcuffs.
"Put these on before continuing!" She ordered with a wicked smile.
The teenagers locked themselves into the metal bracelets and then continued their game as best they could. Batlady went stalking off looking for Kevin and Alice, and she knew where the uptight prude was being a skanky whore.
Louis went over and plopped himself on the couch and put his shoes up on the coffee table. Mercy for her part sat across from him in a chair and smoothed out her ankle length skirt. She had made every attempt to dress as none sexual as possible. Mercy
had activated the mood light as soon as Louis had walked into the room. Now she was pleased as the other occupent's features smoothed and softened.
"Actually, I Mr. Luthor is only my boss," Mercy smiled a predatory smile, "I have no sexual interest in him and he doesn't request any sexual services of me."
"What? A hot slut like you?"
"Honestly I am not interested in men," Mercy confessed.
"Why the fuck not?" Louis shouted.
"Because I am in a long term relationship with a very nice woman," Mercy said coldly, "If someone wanted to join us she would have to be a woman herself."
Louis was confused he thought that it would be hot to have two dykes put on a show for him, but the idea of being a fellow lipstick lesbian eating them out was also really exciting. Mercy watched as prime example of the stereo typical jock asshole melted
into a she-male and then into a lipstick lady.
"What?" Lois felt her head spinning.
"What is your name?" Mercy asked.
"Lois Lane," the other woman in the room responded.
"Do you remember any of the last week Lois?" Mercy asked.
"Oh shit!" Lois shouted.
"Look," Mercy smiled, "I snuck that out of the lab, Lex believed that it would cure you heroes of your condition and was holding onto it in case some of the others took more extreme action against him. I don't think that any woman should be stuck like that.
Take the mood light, it will help the others."
"Thank you!" Lois rushed over and gave Mercy a deep French kiss.
Mercy watched Lois rush to grab the light in her new outfit, a tight knee length white leather pencil skirt suit, black pumps with six inch heels, and a white satin blouse.
Star City, California
Daniel Lance was s-tuck in a dilemma, he could make shit-tons of money off these three sluts, but he just couldn't bring himself to share them with anyone! He wouldn't even let them play with each other while he was out.
"Please, we need release!" They begged.
"Fine, line up," Daniel got the keys to the chastity belts from the inner pocket of his jeans.
He only agreed to this since they had bitched all throw three fourths of the Giants Ravens game. If he wanted to enjoy the late game he would have to screw them during the afternoon game.