Hotel’s “Play dungeon”, Ivy Town
“Well as the bar tenders say, you don’t have to go home,” The announcer in his latex tuxedo called to the party goers, “But you can’t stay here!”
All around them couples and groups started to depart. The Queen and her pets watched, they saw Lois and Jimmy make their way back out after having fucked each other in the play-space, Meg rushed to catch up with them, the kinky kittens went off holding each other, and the Korean nurse walked off with a leather pony boy. Tim sat at her feet nuzzling her booties. The Rubber Queen smiled at Rubber Vine. Thanks to her pheromones ever guest looked back at the Rubber Queen with lust and adoration as they left the play-space.
“I should think they all will want to be your personal slaves by the end of the weekend,” Colleen watched them exit.
“I’m sure you will enjoy personally vetting each of them for sexual capacity before allowing them to serve me personally,” The Rubber Queen smiled.
*
The Rubber Kingdom Club, Gotham
Helena walked out of the private room well and truly fucked. She was sated like she had never been before. Not only had she ridden the “Barney Gimp” like a race horse, she had spanked, and sodomized him with a strap-on. She needed to look into getting herself some new outfits.
Suddenly the hairs on the back her neck stood straight up!
“Miss Bertinelli?” a waitress said from behind her.
Helena was in Huntress mode when she spun around to see who had called out her name. The bottle blonde was familiar, she use to have brown hair and was her student until last year. Lindsey Styer. Now she was wearing an ultra-tight ankle length black leather skirt, and a black leather halter top with a name tag attached to it.
“Miss Styer?” Helena asked, “What are you doing here?”
“I work here.”
“I thought you were in college!”
“I am in college,” Lindsey said, “I’m a paleontology major at Gotham State.”
“Then what are you doing here?” Helena asked.
“I work here on nights and weekends,” Lindsey smiled, “My GPA wasn’t high enough for a full ride. What are you doing here?”
This was the tricky part. Lindsey was nineteen by now, she graduated last year, but her brother, Mike, was in Helena’s third period English class.
“Err…” Helena stammered for a second, “You know, just trying to relax on a Friday night, you know? Can we keep this a secret?”
“Please if my mother or brother found out I work here,” Lindsey rolled her eyes, “I’d never here the end of it.”
*
Kent-Lane Apartment, Metropolis
Clark found himself lying on his belly. As a thank you, and more to just annoy Clark, last month Bruce had given Lois a shopping trip to Jimmy Choo’s main office. Among the shoes that she bought were the Giselle, black over the knee stiletto heeled boots. Clark dimly understood what he was doing, he was acting on a need that was pushing in his brain, and he was licking her boots.
“I must worship Mistress Lois,” he murmured as licked the boots, “I must worship Mistress and the Queen.”
*
Selina Kyle’s Safehouse, Gotham
There was a knocking at the door. Selina went and looked at a TV screen, it showed two uniformed police officers at the front door. Batman held his finger to his ear, no doubt listening to the Police Scanner. He nodded, they must be legit. Selina shrugged her shoulders and went to the door.
“Can I help you?” Selina asked as she opened the door.
“Good Evening miss,” the first cop started, “I’m Officer Nickles and this is Officer Pickle. We are looking into some reports of a raving lunatic running throw the area. One of the night watchmen in the area called it in.”
“As a matter of fact I have,” Selina smiled, “Would you come in?”
Selina started leading them to the center stairwell.
“Miss I didn’t catch your name,” Officer Pickles said.
“It’s Irena,” Selina used her alias, “Irena Dubrovna. Look I have a professional semi-relationship with one Doctor Jonathan Crane. It seems he was just released from Arkham today. And he ran here after, well he claims some vigilantes tried to take him out at his place.”
“If he was attacked,” Officer Nickles scratched his head, “Shouldn’t he have called the cops? Granted, I know who he is and why he was locked up but still.”
“Great idea,” Selina said, she knocked on the door to the center stairwell, “Jonathan, Its Irena. Look some cops are here to protect you. They say you need to go to the police station to file a report.”
“Not Arkham to be locked away?” Crane called from inside.
“No Doctor Crane,” Officer Pickles said, “We need you to come with us to file a report.”
The door opened and Crane came out. The two cops didn’t even try to restrain him.
“Thank you ma’am,” Officer Pickles said.
The two cops and the villain departed. Once they were gone Batman re-appeared.
“Did I do the right thing?” Selina asked.
“The officers are calling in the report now. Crane wants to file a report as a victim,” Batman relayed the highlights from the police scanner.
“So staying for breakfast?” Selina prodded.
*
Batcave, Gotham
Dawn was breaking outside. Dick sat in one chair updating information on a tablet while Bruce made notes on the main terminal. Both of them looked around when they heard Dick’s personal cell phone ring.
“Grayson,” Dick answered not recognizing the number.
Bruce saw him get up.
“Commissioner Gordon! Yes,” Dick said siting back down, “She did call me last night; yes I’d say she was high as a kite. She said something about having to be sedates. I don’t know about that sort of thing. Yes Bruce has a bio-medical research lab in the city… Ok I will poke him to see what his lab rats have to say about it.”
*
Underground complex, Gotham
“Here you go Doctor Crane,” The police officer said, “You got to file your report and the captain said to place you in a safe house for protection, now here you go, these nurses are going to make sure you are nice and safe.”
“Bu…” Crane drooled.
“Shh,” a latex clad nurse laughed, “Just let the hypnotic and sedatives do there trick, we will put in a nice safe balloon bag and give you a real education.”
Another nurse took Crane away. The cop looked back to the first nurse.
“So shall we go back to my place for a romp in my extra wide sleep sack,” the nurse asked.
“I think I might have a fever,” the cop kissed his rubber lover.
The Queen would have another servant soon.