Batman panted, shuddering with release as his lusts fought with his need for ironclad self-control. It felt so good, being this much in control, being the King of a whole world . . . but was this real? He gritted his teeth and tried to focus.
"Pheromones . . ." he grunted angrily. "Stop that."
"I'm so sorry, Master!" purred a bashful Poison Ivy. "I can't help sending them out when I get this horny!"
She slid the Batarang out of her pussy with an audible pop and lay on her back, wantonly spread-eagle and looking up at him with pure adoration mixing with bashfulness on her face.
"Please, you can punish me however you want, Master . . . just PLEASE use your magnificent cock on my unworthy slutty body again!"
Batman's face twitched and his thick cock throbbed. He'd probably have to fuck her into exhaustion anyways to dilute the pheromones . . .
"Get up and then get on your hands and knees." he growled, eyes glued to her firm, plump ass, even as he tried to convince himself that he wasn't going to enjoy every minute of this.
***
"Hmm." the scientist sighed. "He's fighting it . . . and he'll keep fighting it if it seems 'too easy'. What to do?"
Analyzing his charts, he decided that he had to put a supervillain of some kind into the scenario, one he didn't directly control to ensure Batman would "protect" his new harem and firmly establish himself as King. But which one would be best?
With a few clicks he made a dark reflection of Batman's pristine garden and tower a few hundred miles away, each easily visible from the higher levels. This tower was obsidian and the ground around it was volcanic and roiling with heat. Inside, he put just
a small handful of Batman's female allies, all imprisoned in a sex dungeon. The villain had "captured" them and would remember doing so, in addition to "knowing" they could rule this world and fuck all the women in it - but only if they defeated Batman. But
who would be the best choice?
With a nod and a loud "Aha! Of course!" the doctor made his choice.
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