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Undercover Angel

byAlessia Brio©

The sultry blonde sat on the floor at his feet, looking up at him expectantly. When she finally captured his attention, she rose and sauntered away. He smiled, shut down his computer, and followed her, hitting the light switch as he exited the room.

Angel lowered her binoculars. "Any man who knows his pussy that well can't be all bad," she murmured to herself. She jotted a couple notes before packing up her surveillance gear and heading for home. There'd be nothing more to see tonight. The bedroom was wired, though, and she'd access that audio signal from her home office. Folks just didn't understand how simple wireless routers made her job. The voice-activated mike she'd planted sent its feed directly to the 'Net, so she could listen in real-time or download past logs.

Her downtown condo served as both a home and an office, and the sign on her door read "Undercover Angel." When she'd launched her P.I. business, friends had urged her to use the tagline "A Dickless Dick," but Angel instead opted for something less crass and more catchy for her Yellow Pages ad: "Devilishly Discreet Investigations." She firmly believed it was the reason she pulled in more business than her competitors—even though she made it perfectly clear in said ad that she would not do sting operations, unlike said competitors.

It was just unfair, she reasoned. Anyone could be seduced. Anyone. Given enough time and enough empathy, Angel knew she could trap any man. There was no conceit involved. She simply knew from years of experience that men of all ages found her quite irresistible—so much so that she was never entirely certain that her many other assets were even noticed, much less appreciated.

Angel kicked off her shoes in the foyer and peeled off her clothing as she padded toward her bedroom. After slipping into a pair of old sweats, she grabbed a bottle of SoBe Lean and headed for her office. She could hear the sound of Mr. Jacoby's voice as she entered the room.

"That's my beautiful girl," he crooned. "You're so soft. And you were very hungry. Weren't you, Delilah love?"

The thrumming purr carried over the computer speakers, and Angel imagined him scratching the cat just beneath its ears. Her own tom picked that moment to vault into her lap and somehow managed to look both perplexed and pleased when he didn't find the source of the purring.

"Don't worry, Watson," Angel assured him as she delivered the desired strokes. "I'd never cheat on you with another cat. And I'm now thoroughly convinced that my client is completely off base about her husband's suspected infidelity. I've been watching him for over a week now, and he's been as good as gold—even with her out of town. He's a real catch. Yet, somehow I get the feeling she's gonna be disappointed that I didn't uncover a single indiscretion."

Watson hopped down as Angel spun the chair to face her desk and opened the investigation file to add her final observations. The man had a couple beers with his buddies one evening after work. Other than that, if he stopped at all on his way home it was either at the gym or the grocery store. He read or watched television in the evenings—alone. No unusual phone calls. No steamy Internet chats. No secret rendezvous. Nothing. He was sterling. No doubt about it. She wondered what could've possibly made Mrs. Jacoby suspect that her husband was cheating.

Angel shrugged. Whatever. The woman would be back tomorrow, and they'd a lunch meeting scheduled. She looked forward to closing the file on this case.

Friday dawned crisp and clear. Unusually, Angel had no appointments scheduled prior to the meeting with Mrs. Jacoby, so she decided to spend the morning in her office tidying loose ends and doing some putzing in general. Around ten o'clock, a voice startled her. It came from the computer speakers, and Angel realized she'd left the surveillance software running.

"Get the fuck off my bed, you mangy feline!" The woman's voice was shrill and accompanied by the sound of something, perhaps a shoe, being thrown. The cat hissed, and the woman hissed back. "When that spineless wimp goes, you're going with him. I won't have to put up with either of you losers for very much longer."

"That's Mrs. Jacoby," Angel informed Watson as he entered the room. "Delightful, isn't she? Remind me to recover that wireless transmitter from their bedroom. The last thing I wanna listen to is that woman harping on her poor husband."

"It's about time you got here! I thought I told you to be here at nine. You obviously didn't miss me if you couldn't be bothered to show up on time."

"Now who's she talkin' to?" Angel wondered aloud. Her answer came with the next breath.

"I'm sorry, sweetie! I got here as fast as I could, but the traffic..."

The unfamiliar male voice caught Angel off guard. "Well, now. What have we here?" She checked her computer to make sure the software was in record mode.

"Oh, quit your sniveling and just fuck me. That's all you're good for, anyway."

Angel shuddered. How any man could even get it up for that shrew was a mystery—but get it up he apparently did because Mrs. Jacoby had a gruntin'-and-groanin' good time. At one point, Angel left the room in disgust.

When the tryst ended and the mystery man departed, Angel made a single phone call and then got ready for her lunch appointment.

Angel expected Mrs. Jacoby to be disappointed. She was not prepared, however, for outright fury.

"You obviously botched the investigation, Ms. Devilishly Discreet. I refuse to pay your full fee since you didn't do anything."

"Mrs. Jacoby, I assure you I completed a thorough investigation. I can and will share all my records once payment is received in full."

"That won't be necessary," she replied, tossing five twenties onto the bistro table.

"Mrs. Jacoby, that's only ten percent of the balance you owe for a week's worth of surveillance!"

"Yes, and you're lucky you're even getting that much," the bitch called over her shoulder as she stormed away.

Angel sat stunned. She'd wasted an entire week on the Jacoby case and would now barely break even. Downing the remainder of her coffee, which was now as cold as she was hot, Angel collected the cash and stood up—only to be further angered by the realization that she'd also been stuck with the lunch tab.

His car was in her guest parking slot when she arrived back at her condo, and she tapped on his window and handed him her card. "Mr. Jacoby, thank you so much for coming by on such short notice. I'm sure you're completely baffled by my out-of-the-blue request. Please, come inside and I'll explain."

"If you'll pardon my impertinence, Ms. Hayes, you don't look like a private investigator—at all."

"Yes, I know," she winked. "It's a very effective cover. Besides, all the best cheerleader and spokesmodel jobs were taken. Please, call me Angel."

"Patrick." He extended his hand. "I hope you don't mind, but I had to bring my cat along. When I stopped by the house, she was in the closet—crying piteously. I'm taking her to the vet when we're through here, although I can find no physical injury. May I bring her inside? She can stay in the carrier. I just don't want to leave her in the car."

"Of course, Patrick. I'm a cat person myself. Watson—my tom—is inside. Will that be a problem? He's not fixed."

"Shouldn't be," he said as it pulled the kitty carrier from his back seat. "She's not in estrus that I'm aware."

Once they were comfortably settled in Angel's office, she launched into her explanation. "Mr. Jacoby—Patrick," she amended when he raised an eyebrow, "it is not my practice to betray a client's confidence. However, this particular client reneged on her half of our agreement so I don't feel as honor bound. Now, I know two wrongs don't make a right—but I do believe in my heart that I'm doing the right thing."

He sat patiently, waiting for her to get to the point but looking more confused by the minute. Watson leapt into his lap and made himself right at home.

Angel gasped. "Oh, wow! I've never seen him take to someone so quickly. Anyway," she resumed, "a couple weeks ago I was contacted by a woman who suspected her husband of infidelity. She asked that I keep tabs on him while she was out of town on business."

At that, Patrick's head jerked up and he met Angel's eyes. She nodded once, and his shoulders slumped in response. He opened his mouth to speak, but Angel held up her hand. "Please, let me finish, and then I'll answer any questions you may have.

"I'll admit that my first impressions of this woman were not favorable. Sure, she was physically attractive—but her demeanor screamed "hard-hearted bitch". From her expensive coif down to her manicured toenails, there wasn't an inch of her that wasn't a façade. Now, I'm not exactly low-maintenance myself, but the amount of time—not to mention money—this woman must've put in to her appearance made me wonder if she had time to do much of anything else.

"So, I felt kinda sorry for her husband, and against my better judgment, I accepted the case knowing I already had a bias in his favor. That being said, I still expected to find him in another woman's arms, because... Well... I just figured he'd be miserable. Who could blame him, really?"

Patrick stroked Watson absently, and at Angel's last remarks, he gave a rueful half-smile.

"But," she continued, "in spite of my best efforts at surveillance, I found no misdeeds or even any real reason for suspicion. I'm not sure why, but at that point, I knew that my client was just digging for something—anything—to use against her husband.

"Even so, I completed the job and met with her earlier today to give her my report." Angel tossed a manila folder onto the coffee table. "She was, to put it mildly, rather upset that I failed to unearth anything of note, and she stormed off without paying her bill."

"Ms. Hayes, I apologize. Allow me to settle the account." He reached for his wallet, and Watson jumped to the floor.

Angel turned four shades of red. "Oh, no! That's not why I wanted to see you, Patrick. This isn't about money." She sat next to him on the sofa, and took his hands in hers. "Um, I apologize. This won't be easy to hear, but I'm compelled to share it with you. In the course of my investigation, I inadvertently discovered some things about my client—your wife."

Patrick stood and ran his hands through his hair.

"The computer on my desk is open to a digital recording. All you have to do is click the "Play" icon. I'm going to step out for a few minutes to give you a chance to listen to it. Patrick..." She took a step toward him and stopped. Without another word, she turned and left the room, closing the door softly behind her.

Angel took a few moments to refresh herself, then returned to sit on the foyer bench so she'd be available when Patrick opened the office door. Watson did a couple figure eights through her legs before spying the kitty carrier that Patrick had left just inside the door. He circled it, butted his head against it, and began to purr. The alto emanating from the carrier provided a harmonious descant.

"Well, that's certainly unusual." Patrick leaned against the office door with his arms folded and head cocked to the side.

Angel's attentions had been so centered on the two cats adoring one another that she'd not noticed him emerge from the office. She stood and turned toward him. "Are you okay? I mean..."

"Denial is a powerful force, isn't it, Angel? I'm not the least bit surprised by what I heard in there, but it still smarts—kinda like ripping a bandage off hairy skin, y'know? I think I'm angrier at myself than anyone else, though, for putting up with her outrageous behavior for so long. Oh, and I used your phone to make a couple calls—local. Hope that's okay. At least I know what upset Delilah so much today. I'm beyond furious that she'd take out her frustrations on my cat! Until this afternoon, I could muddle through life pretending that..."

When she realized that he didn't intend to—or, perhaps, couldn't—finish his sentence, Angel grasped both his hands. Nice hands, she noted before looking into his eyes. Nice eyes, too, although they were framed by a pained expression at the moment. "Patrick, I..."

"Enough," he said, squaring his shoulders. "I'm wide awake now, and I have to thank you for opening my eyes. I don't suppose I could impose upon you to leave that recording device in place for a while longer? I think I might need more ammunition for the fight ahead."

Angel smiled. "Of course. I don't need it for any other cases right now, so..." Watson wove around her ankles, stretched his paws up her leg, and meowed. When she looked down at him, he returned to Delilah's carrier.

"Um, Patrick...? I think they want to..." Angel's cheeks turned three shades of pink, and she became acutely aware that she still held Patrick's hands. "I mean, do you think we should let them... get better acquainted?"

It was Patrick's turn to blush, although he quickly recovered his equilibrium. "That depends, Ms. Hayes," he brought her hands to his mouth and kissed each, "on how you feel about my...pussy."

Angel's eyes sparkled. "Well, Mr. Jacoby, I think your pussy is just wonderful. I'm more concerned at the moment, however, with your feelings about mine." With that, she lifted her skirt and placed his hand between her legs. "Please, Patrick," she purred, dropping her head against his chest. "Stroke me."

Dual insistent meows interrupted them, and they grinned as they both turned to look at their pets. Patrick paused only long enough to deliver a light kiss to Angel's lips before crossing the foyer to unlatch Delilah's carrier. In typical cat fashion, neither bothered to express gratitude. They simply scampered off in search of some privacy.

"I think they'll be busy for a while. Now," Patrick said as he returned to Angel's arms, "where were we? Ah, yes! Your pussy. This way, please."

Patrick took Angel's hand, gently but insistently pulling her back into the office. He seated her on the sofa and shoved the coffee table aside. Kneeling before her, he pushed her skirt up her legs and kissed each bare knee. "Lean back, stunning Angel," he prompted, his voice husky with desire. He nudged her to raise her hips and, when she'd complied, eased her lacy panties down her legs. "Let me worship you."

Angel sighed as she reclined. "Patrick, this is all so... so... Oh!"

"I didn't think it possible, but your lips here," he traced a finger along her inner thigh, stopping when he reached the silky juncture framed with downy curls, "are every bit as beautiful as those on your face. Do they taste as sweet, pet?"

A soft whimper accompanied Patrick's question. His hot breath against her skin caused Angel to tremble with anticipation. "I...," she began, but her words were replaced by a gasp as his fingers explored her folds.

"If I taste you," he mused teasingly as he held a glistening finger before his eyes, "will I fall further under your spell? You've already enchanted me, Undercover Angel. I think this may be my last chance to avoid complete capture and subjugation."

Angel chuckled—a low, sultry sound—and lifted her head to look him squarely in the eye. "Dominion is not my style, Patrick," she said in all seriousness. "While I may indeed enchant, I never seek to control. Ever. Now, if you please..."

"Patience, flower. Tell me..." He smiled as he brought his finger to her mouth. "Tell me how you taste to yourself. Tell me what it feels like to wear your own lip gloss. Hold still..."

She closed her eyes and allowed Patrick to paint her lips with her own juices, resisting the urge to trap his finger in her mouth and suck it. The scent of her own arousal filled her mind—smoky and alluring. "I taste like... like... your heaven," she whispered. "I taste like your today and your tomorrow and..."

His groan preceded his tongue by a split second as Patrick dived into her pussy. "Yes!" came his muffled response. He pulled her hips toward him and, with her ass in his hands, devoted himself to her pleasure.

"My heaven," he murmured again and again as Angel bucked against his face, one hand in his hair and the other toying with her own nipples.

The sounds of her orgasm echoed off the office walls, drowning out Patrick's appreciative—if repetitive—comments. Before the waves completely faded, she pushed him backward onto his ass and quite literally pounced. Her fingers couldn't get his belt unbuckled fast enough, and Patrick hastened to assist her.

Kneeling between his legs, Angel cupped his balls in both hands while licking up the length of his shaft. When she neared its head, his cock leapt to meet her tongue like a magnet being pulled naturally toward another per the laws of sexual physics. She wasted no time taking it into her mouth, and her eyes fluttered closed as the soft skin of its head slid across her tongue, coming to rest at the back of her throat.

Angel was completely baffled by women who claimed to not enjoy giving head. In her experience, the tastes, textures, and sounds combined to produce a euphoria rivaling—and often even surpassing—that of orgasm. It had nothing to do with power over one's partner, either. She felt no need for control—just an intense hunger.

He filled her mouth completely—neither gagging her nor leaving any room for more. Perfection. Patrick's low groan reverberated through her body. She freed one hand to snake up his abs and scrape a fingernail across his nipple, simultaneously drawing on his cock with as much suction as she could produce. His sounds both rewarded her and fueled her desire. This particular thirst was never fully satisfied, though—only temporarily slaked.

All sensation centered in her mouth, and the world around her disappeared. Patrick's musky scent flooded her consciousness, warm and sweet. His hips thrust upward to meet her as her pace became more and more frenetic. She told herself to slow down—to savor him—but the driving intensity wouldn't let her body obey her mind. She didn't want it to end yet, but she couldn't make herself put on the brakes. Only the knowledge that she could soon do it all again kept her from being disappointed when she felt the first pulses of Patrick's come traveling through his cock.

"Oh, Angel!" he sighed when again able to speak coherently.

She looked up at him, reluctant to stop kissing and licking. "I'm sorry."

"You're...sorry?"

Angel sat back on her heels and shrugged. "I wanted to make it last for you, but I just...." She rose and tugged his hand.

Patrick stood and wrapped his arms around her. "Tell ya what," he laughed, "I'm equally guilty where you're concerned. How 'bout we try again later this evening—after dinner? I'm really don't want to go home, after all."

She simply responded with a kiss.

"Check it out," Angel gestured with her head as Delilah and Watson entered the office looking every bit as smug and satisfied as their human companions. "It's nice to know they're compatible."

Patrick chuckled. "Compatible? Yeah, that's one way to put it. I think we're quite compatible, as well."

The sound of voices coming from Angel's computer jarred them from their languid embrace. "What do you mean, I'm under arrest?" Mrs. Jacoby shrieked. "You can't be serious!"

Angel looked at Patrick in puzzlement, and he grinned. "I recognized the guy's voice in the recording you shared. He used to run errands for Caroline's—my soon-to-be ex-wife's—company. He's under age—so I felt it my civic duty to anonymously tip the cops... and his parents."

"How devilishly discreet of you, Patrick! Have you ever considered becoming a private investigator? I know of a thriving practice that could use an equal partner."

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Slave El visits his cousin

by Silerspotted
Storyline The Dominatrix conquers the world
Previous Chapter Slave El is forced to turn another heroine into a dominatrix

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Kara slipped out of the shower and began to dry herself. her long golden hair lay on her shoulders, her body, that of a goddess, drpped wet with the water of the shower. Hawkman and his wife were on patrol tonight which gave her a rare night of relaxation.

She finished drying herself and heard  a light click of a door being opened. "who's there?" she asked.

" hello cousin" came a voice." It sounded familiar but not quite.  She thought it was Kal EL but it seemed more monotone. " I'll be there in a second" she replied. She wrapped the towel around her and walked into the living room.

The light was dull, but still the sight of her cousin shocked her. He now wore a shiny version of his red boots and a latex pair of small underpants. The only other thing he wore was a red leather hood that coverd his face.  An opened zip hole covered his mouth. The only way she recognised him was his magnificient phsique and his blue eyes, which seemed dull.

Beside  him stood a woman she also thought she recognised, Wonder Woman, but it couldn't be. The clothes and stature were so different. The woman had a sneering smile on her face, as a predator is about to catch her prey.

"Catch her" Commanded The Dominatrix, and instantly, Slave EL rushed towards his cousin and got her in a lock from behind. As strong as Kara was, she was no match for her cousin, and she found she was unable to move. Besides this she was delayed by a complete state of shock. What was happening to them both?

The Dominatrix strutted over to Kara. Releasing her Red Whip, she cracked it around Kara's neck. Kara suddenly felt she lost the will to move.

The Dominatrix laughed. " Oh to be in such a position. The only other women in the world as powerful as me and soon she will be corrupted. The JOY!!

Kara struggled and had enough self will to cry for help " Kal EL, please let me go, you don't know what you are doing"

The Dominatrix couldn't withhold her amusement and once more laughed out loud. " My dear Kara, Slave El, is going to help you but not in a way you could imagine!"

The Dominatrix issued a command "Take her from behind". Slave EL bent her over and, with his hand , began to rub her pussy. The Red Whip began to do its work. Kara started to feel horny and soon her cunt began to drip with wetness. She wanted to resist but was overcome with pleasure , "Ooooohhhh, gooood, but its not right" she moaned.

" What is not right about it? questioned the Dominatrix. "All men should be our slaves it is only proper that they service us". At this suggestion, Kara's mind began to change.

The Dominatrix commanded " Now fuck her from behind". Instantly, Slave El's Massive penis entered his cousin's wet, dripping cunt. As he began to pump, Kara's body began to shake with pleasure. Slave El thrust his penis into her time aftr time. She shuddered with each pleasurable pump. " Do not cum until I command you" Shouted the Dominatrix, and the two cousins became lost in sex.

As this occurred, the Red Whip, around Kara's neck reformulated her mind. Gone was the innocent Kryptonian with dreams of justice and peace. She now dreamed of female power throughtout the Universe. All males bending to her will. Kara would abuse them sexually and debase them. She anticipated converteing them into her slaves, and she became wetter still. Her mind became full of images of turning other women into Dominatrices; Wonder Girl, The Huntress and Batgirl just to begin with. However, the thought that made her really on heat was  the joy of turning heroes into her sex slaves.  Riding them for hours and turning them into evil versions of themselves.

The Dominatrix could sense that the transformation was almost complete. " Slave EL" She Commanded "Shoot your load into your cousin" At this a massive stream of cum forced itself into Kara. The chemicals invaded her body and her mind. All sympathies with the previous incarnation of Kara EL were now gone. Slave El's cum had transformed her into a full dominatrix. This would never be reversed, she was a dominatrix forever!

"Withdraw your cock! " Ordered the former Wonder Woman. Slave El Withdrew and stood up. He did not look exhausted at all, he would do whatever his Mistress wanted him to do. He felt joy  that he had helped created another dominatrix. He did not even recognise that she was his cousin.

As he withdrew, another change came over the dominatrix that used to be supergirl. Clothes started to encase her body. Like her new Mistress, she had thigh length boots, but these were white with black laces from toe to top. She had white stockings, connected by black garters to a white corset, also with black laces up to her breasts. Her breasts had grown, filling out the corset, a distraction to any man. She had white, leather opera gloves that almost reached the shoulder. Around her neck was a white leather choker. The major difference between her and her mistress was that she had a white cloak that fell to her feet. It had  a fur trim with a connected hood. She also has a black whip that could be used to transform women into dominatrices and men into slaves.

The Dominatrix stood tall and admired her new creation. This was Dominatrix White. As a 19 year old, Kara  had been so innocent, now she was the opposite; an evil dominatrix! No-one could stop her now, all men would bow to her will!!

"You are now Dominatrix White" She christianed her new follower. The Dominatrix laughed with joy. She could not wait to corrupt others.  The dominatrix also noticed another change in her acolyte, the former supergirl now had fangs!. As she had been the most innocent of those corrupted, supergirl was now the most ravenous of the dominatrices. She was a sex vampire! She now lived on the sexual energies of those she converted.

The Domianatrix was overjoyed with glee and ordered Dominatrix White to to sit on Slave EL's fac


DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of the characters, no infriengement intended.
SERIES: Part of the 'Femslash Advocacy Group' series of spoofs.
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Sex Sucking Harpies Not Invited
By ralst

A gavel lay forlornly on the conference room table as various brunettes milled around, waiting for a deranged blonde to come barging into the room and start demanding their attention. When, after ten minutes, no blonde-whirlwinds appeared, Xena took it upon herself to open the meeting.

"Okay, listen up, I hereby call this meeting to order." The words felt foreign to Xena's lips but she'd been given a 'FAG subgroup vocabulary report' by Gabrielle (proof read by Alexandra Cabot) prior to the meeting and warned, several times, that if she deviated in any respect she'd be sleeping in the spare bedroll for the next month.

Olivia Benson picked up the gavel and rapped it expertly against the tabletop. "I object." She looked down at her copy of 'Derailing FAG subgroup meetings' as issued by Alexandra Cabot and scowled. "I think you're supposed to be tackling me for the gavel by now," she said to Xena.

"Oh God," sighed Pepa, silently wishing she'd stayed at home and ravished Silvia instead of attending this stupid meeting. It wasn't as if she had a blonde to worry about. "Can we get to the point?"

Ash nodded in agreement. "Pepa's right. I don't want to leave Scribbs alone for hours on end with that sex-crazed maniac on the loose." She had forbidden Scribbs from opening the door to anyone besides the pizza delivery boy and members of Her Majesty's Constabulary, but she still didn't feel safe.

"Right." Xena threw Gabrielle's report over her shoulder and made a mental note to swear everyone to secrecy regarding the exact content of the meeting. "We're here to discuss that harpy in black leather sucking the sex-juices out of our wives and lovers."

"Chi," corrected Kenzi, from her perch atop the conference room table, "and she's a succubus, not a harpy."

"Harpy, succubus, what's the difference?" asked Olivia. "The point is that your friend is running amok and attacking innocent blondes left, right and centre." She'd walked in on a poor, defenceless Alex Cabot being attacked by Bo, no last name, succubus just that morning. Her long-time girlfriend had been traumatised to such an extent that it had taken Olivia twenty minutes to prise Alex's arms and legs from around Bo's undulating body.

"I thought she had an OTP?" asked Susan Ivanova. "Where's she while all this is going on?"

"Dr. Hotpants," said Kenzi. "She and Bo have a complicated relationship." That was putting it mildly; six months ago the good doc had been all over Bo like a rash, but for some inexplicable reason every time she tried to make her move these days, she ended up cock-blocking herself. Or was that clit-blocking, Kenzi wondered. "I think one of you brunette types needs to have a word with Lauren."

"One of us? Why not you?" If Alex found out she'd been within ten feet of someone called Dr. Hotpants Olivia would paying for it, one way or another, for months.

With one wave of her hands Kenzi distanced herself from the group around her, "I'm not a brunette," she said, as if that should have been obvious, despite the brown strands of hair peeking out from under her 'designer' cap.

"You're a blonde?" Faith, also no last name but unrelated to the no last name succubus as far as anyone knew, asked. She hadn't paid the girl much heed until this point, assuming she was another brunette, but if she was a blonde that changed everything.

"No," said Kenzi, with a trace of 'as if' in her voice.

"Redhead?" Faith loved herself some redhead even more than blonde.

"I don't believe in labels," said Kenzi, "unless they're on clothes."

Bewildered looks were exchanged by various members of the group before it was universally decided that they should ignore such frivolous talk and get back to the matter at hand.

"We need an intervention," decided Ash, having watched a documentary about binge drinking the night before; unfortunately, Scribbs had been rather frisky that night, so she wasn't quite sure how they worked, but she was confident that more than one of her fellow brunettes had been involved in an intervention or two in their time.

"Really?" Kenzi looked sceptical. "Aren't you worried that Bo will go all alpha-succubus and such the chi right out of the lot of you?"

"But we're brunettes," said Olivia, as if the very idea was preposterous.

"So? That girl of mine will chow-down on just about anything if she's hungry; human, fae, blonde, pelt, it doesn't matter to her." As Bo's best friend and confidant Kenzi knew that what the succubus was really craving was a large helping of Doctor Love but she didn't see how and intervention was going to achieve that, unless... "We should do the intervention on Lauren."

"Lauren?" Xena looked confused and not just because she hadn't been paying attention. "But she's not the one roaming the byways of femslash sucking the sex out of innocent blondes."

Kenzi rolled her eyes and as a result felt the swish of air as a chakram whizzed over her head, missing her by millimetres. "Okay, valid point, Ms Grouchy." She repositioned her hat. "But what I'm saying is that if Bo was getting a good dose of the Doc she wouldn't be out screwing your blondes. Right? So we need to find a way to get the Doc to open her legs and take one for the team." Appalled looks registered on more than one face. "Maybe I could have phrased that better, but trust me, Lauren is dying for a little succubus action, she just needs a push in the right direction."

For a non-brunette-blonde-redhead, Kenzi made a valid point, and several brunette heads began to nod in agreement. "Is she cute?" asked Faith. "Lauren, I mean."

"I guess," said Kenzi, not willing to admit exactly why she always called Lauren Dr. Hotpants in her dreams. "Why?"

The wolfish gleam in Faith's eyes answered that question, but Xena quickly put a stop to any untoward intentions where the good doctor was concerned. "No sleeping with the succubus's lady," she said sternly. "We grab her, do the intervention, and release her back into the wild." She glared at them all, her eyes landing heavily on Faith and a recently arrived Regina. "Do you understand me?"

More head nodding followed.

"Good." Xena picked up the gavel - she'd promised Gabrielle that she'd return it to her straight after the meeting - and banged twice upon the table, causing it to wobble rather worryingly. "You, you, you and you," she said, pointing to Kenzi, Olivia, Regina and Helena Kyle, "are on intervention duty. The rest of you, I want you patrolling femslash and keeping that damn harpy away from our women until the good doctor gets her mojo back. Understand?"

"Succubus," mumbled Kenzi, before nodding her ascent and joining the less than orderly queue for the door. "So, this is a FAG meeting? Somehow, I thought there would be more shouting."

Olivia and Xena shared a fond smile; if only she knew.

The End

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His Lust for LuLu Knows No Bounds

So I’m wearing this tiny two-piece lime green bikini my client has asked me to wear, while he is kissing me all over my face and neck, his body pressed against mine as he lies beside me, and his hand gently fondling my nipples under the bikini bra.

We are together on the king-sized double bed in suite one, the deluxe bedroom, at Le Penthouse Suite, the Glitter Strip’s longest established and most premiere bordello. I’m Lulu, sultry young sweetheart escort, first-class and seductively tender, with soft chestnut brown hair, gorgeous size 8 slender physique, and beautiful blue eyes that hold the promise of so much more.

My client is in his thirties, and he tells me I remind him of his ex-girlfriend, who left him for his older brother. Beside us, on the bed, are a blue neck-tie and green scarf, which my client tells me he stole from his brother and ex-partner’s bedroom at a dinner party last weekend.

Now he is kissing me on my stomach, and I know he is moving towards my sex, so I spread my legs a little wider. His thick hard erection bulges through his black briefs, and this he presses against my thigh. I reach over with my other leg and start fondling his length with my foot, watching the glitter-polished nails sparkle, hearing my client grunt approvingly as he now moves his face to my pussy. He mumbles that the green bikini I’m wearing was going to be a gift to his ex-girlfriend for her birthday, the day she left him for his brother.

Now he is sucking my pussy through the fabric of the bikini panty, sucking the cleft, wanting access to my pussy lips, so he pulls the crotch of the bikini aside and now he begins sucking my pussy lips. My tight hairless sex is moist from our heavy petting, and his tongue soon finds the delicate flesh of my clitoris and he starts sucking this sensitive area, then rolling his tongue over my clitoris until it stiffens in response.

His face is between my legs and I’m pressed against the head board of the bed, propped up on satin pillows, my hands are in his brown hair, and I try to reach his erection with my feet again. He is stroking himself as he eats my sex, growling, licking, slurping up my sex juice until I moan and whimper and quiver in pleasure. Then he pauses, and starts to kiss the inside of my thighs.

Through the multiple kisses he rains upon me, he suddenly says, “So she left me for him. Both of them, my brother and my girlfriend did the dirty on me.” And he rises up, takes one of my wrists and using the neck tie, ties my right arm to the head board of the king-sized double. It is not uncomfortable, because my elbow is supported by the pillow.

He takes the green scarf, and ties his right wrist to my left wrist, then positions himself over me, not bothering to take off his black briefs, instead pulling his thick length fully out of the Calvin Klein undergarment. He moves his right hand to the head board, which pulls my left hand to the same position, then starts rubbing his thick shaft along my belly, then to my breasts, exposed because the bikini top has been pulled aside. He rubs his erection all over my breasts, and starts cursing his brother and his ex-girlfriend.

We move towards that final moment of consummation and I suddenly remember we need protection. “Condom,“ I say this to him as he starts to move his throbbing manhood towards my tight pussy, “You’ll have to grab it,” I say this and indicate my bound wrists.

He reaches over to the bedside table and grabs a packet. I say, “I should able to put it on,” and grab the packet with my left hand, pulling his right hand with me, and tear open the packet with my teeth. I start to fit the condom onto his erection with one hand, and he helps with his free hand, rolling the prophylactic onto his length, which glistens with sticky precum.

He now positions himself again, with his erection at my pussy, with both of my hands at the head board, and then he reaches down with his free hand, grabs his shaft, and rubs the engorged head of his manhood up and down my groove, furrowing along my pussy lips, searching for the opening, finding it, and then pushing into my sex with a tight pop.

Then he starts thrusting into me, deep, then a little deeper, then full hilt into my sex, pounding me with a misdirected fury. “You left me for ‘him’.” He says this partly to me, partly to his ex, and partly to no-one but the moment. He keeps pounding me, thrusting deep into my tight pussy, my inner sugar walls clamping hard around his throbbing shaft.

And although he is cursing, the lust-making is pleasurable, and I arch my back and tilt my hips into his thrusts, so that he can penetrate my deepest sex, penetrate my G-spot, which he soon enters, piercing that sweetest point of my pleasure.

We ride together for moment upon moment, stretching minutes into eternity, and his sweat is dripping onto me, and I am moaning and whimpering, and he is grunting and groaning, and I’m experiencing mini-orgasm after mini-orgasm, and finally as he thrusts three, four, five violent thrusts into me, saying, “You left me for my brother!”, he orgasms a load of jealous lust into me as I buck upwards in response, climaxing soon afterward, both of us collapsing together, my right wrist still tied to the head board. He says softly, “These black briefs also belong to my brother.”


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Imagine this... you have two penises. And now you are about to marry the woman of your dreams. Do you chop down your extra cherry tree?

This 24-year-old dude in India is doing just that! He wants to surgically remove his "bonus" penis so he can marry and live a "normal" sexual life.

WHY?!!! Why be "normal" when you can be outstanding?!

The Times of India reports that the dude has an extremely rare medical condition called penile duplication or diphallus. And we're not talking about 1 penis plus a non-functioning nub-penis. He's got 2 fully-working wankers! We're talking about double-barrel shotgun action here!

Diphallus is known to occur among one in 5.5 million men.

That means in New York City, there are about 2 guys walking around with a spare jammy in their underpants! Ladies? For you this is like hitting the Lottery! Ding Ding Ding!! You won TWO Ding-a-lings!

I think when they remove the penis, they should donate it to someone under-privileged and under-penised. Like a poor transgendered person or something.

I can't believe this guy wants to put his salami under the deli slicer! He could be the next famous Calvin Klein underwear model. You know those huge ads they have in Times Square? Well everyone is so used to seeing some dude in his underwear... you need something different to make people stop to pay attention to your ad. EVERYONE will do a double-take and be like, "Is that? No. Could it be? No way!!"

A guy with 2 dicks? It's not fair! I mean, I ONLY have 1! The original newspaper report only said that he had 2 penises. It didn't say WHERE the other penis was located. For all we know it could be on his knee and he looks like a telephone pole.

I WISH I had 2 penises! That would be so cool! You could do a girl in her in butt and vagina at the same time!

And another thing about having 2 penises is that you can pee on her and cum on her AT SAME TIME. This is R Kelly's dream!

Man, having 2 dicks is so fucking awesome! I could pee in 2 urinals at once. And I could pee my name AND your name in the snow! Or I could pee in different fonts!

I think it would be cool if he named his 2 penises. Like Hard & Sticky or Milli & Vanilli. It's cool to have 2 wieners and all but when the penises touch each other... that's gay. But wouldn't it suck if each penis was only 2 inches long? My thinking is that the dude does NOT want to remove his bonus penis. The future WIFE wants one jammy removed because it's twice as much work for her during oral sex.

REASONS WHY HE SHOULD KEEP BOTH PENISES* Because 2 heads are better than 1 * So he can become the greatest porn star on Earth

This will spawn an entire category of porn not seen since the advent of inter-racial anal Asian midget sex!

Or maybe he's getting one penis removed but he will re-attach it later... to the original penis. So now both of his penises will be sewn together to create 1 super long Frankenpenis.

Probably because he was tired of jerking off like he was milking a cow's udders. Now here's an important question: Does he have 4 balls or 2 balls?

Like 1 ball per penis? 2 nut bags? Or maybe he has 1 giant Santa Claus sack o' nuts.

The dude is 24. You gotta wonder: Why didn't his parents remove 1 of his penises when he was a child?

Mom gives birth and the doctor sees double-trouble down there.

DAD: Sweet!

MOM: Let's have them remove it.

DAD: No! Son, you will able to accomplish what I never could... he needs to keep it. He's got a back up dick! Maybe this guy is our genetic future?

Is HE the next stage in the evolutionary process?

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Storyline Helpless Heroines Hypnotized, Humiliated, and Humbled by Harley!
Characters Batgirl Harley Quinn Supergirl Wonder Woman
Category Corruption F/F Female Dom Mind Control Rape DC Change of clothes Bondage Female Counterpart sleepy (KO by chemical, combat or sexual exhaustion) Harem
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Robin couldn't stand watching the pirated videos showcasing the humiliation of Batgirl and Supergirl. Their willingness to accept their fates at the hands of Harley Quinn stirred Robin's fury to the point of blatantly disobeying Batman's orders to stay put until HE found Harley's new hideout and freed the heroines. Robin's connection to Batgirl was particularly deep, as they were the only two young super heroines in Gotham. Any humiliation to Batgirl was humiliation to Robin.

While on patrol, Robin sees Batgirl's trace beacon flashing on her motorcycle's roving radar. Instead of calling Batman, Robin follows the signal immediately; she wanted to save the heroines and defeat the evil super villainess all by herself, WITHOUT a MAN's help.

Robin's best guess landed her in the warehouse district; all the metal would explain the periodic interference with Batgirl's tracking beacon. Fortunately, Robin saw only one warehouse lit up in the night sky. The young super heroine made her way there, creeping along the shadows.

"You're going to wish you stayed behind bars, Quinn!" Robin whispers to herself. "Wonder Woman might have gone on that top-secret JLA mission, but nothing's going to save you from ME!"

What Robin didn't know, however, was that with Harley's recent (and successful) crossing over into the world of porn, some of her ill-gotten gains were now paying for top-of-the-line security. The young heroine, despite all the stealth training she had done with Batman, was picked up by heat sensors and night-vision cameras ten minutes before she entered the warehouse - more than enough time for Harley to prepare.

Robin makes her way along the warehouse's roof, until she found an opening. Immediately, she drops inside; as soon as her booted feet hit the ground, however, she was blinded by a spotlight focusing straight on her. Harley's voice booms from a loudspeaker, goading the Girl Wonder:

Before Robin could even respond, the light's focus switched from her to two dog kennels ten feet away. Batgirl and Supergirl were locked inside the kennels, still wearing their "super whore" uniforms; their faces were painted completely in white makeup, ball-gags muffling their uncontrollable laughter. Behind the kennels, Robin can make out several small, red lights, which she realizes are rolling camcorders.

Robin caught a flash out of the corner of her eye, spotting Harley coming out of the darkness. Ducking Harley's punch, Robin had no clue that a needle prick would follow. Harley smiles, showing Robin a needle in the palm of her hand. The toxins on the needle, she explains calmly, will slow Robin down enough to handicap the heroine.

The Girl Wonder's body immediately flushes, her nerves becoming weak as the needle's toxins make their way through her body. Robin staggers, holding her gloved hands out in front of her as her vision slowly spins out of control. Harley, never letting a good moment go by, taunts Robin, draping the Girl Wonder's cape over her head and spinning her helpless body around and around as she berates Robin for being "a useless little bitch who can't do anything without BatMAN!".

Robin flails uncontrollably as Harley laughs at the weakened bird; Harley then grabs Robin's all-important utility belt, spinning Robin right out of said belt. As Harley throws the belt aside, Robin continues to fight to remain composed, reaching up to get the cape off of her head and her hair out of her face.

Unfortunately, Robin has only allowed Harley enough time to sneak up behind her. Grinning, Harley grabs Robin's green bloomers and yanks them straight upward, giving Robin a super wedgie. Robin's eyes bulge and go cross as she screams, "NOOOOOOO!"

Harley continues to hold Robin by the waistband of her bloomers, lifting the heroine up on her tippy-toes as Robin flails, attempting to swing at Harley as the latter holds her in place. She is, like a trophy, held up to the light of the cameras recording her humiliation. Robin is frozen; the humiliation of being taken so easily was only a side thought, as the pleasure that her present predicament was forcing her to have only made her "transformation" that much easier for the vile villainess. Harley, as a former psychiatrist, KNOWS that Robin must lead a sheltered life behind the mask - probably home-schooled - and thus must have ZERO previous experience with humiliations like these, rendering her easy prey!

With one free hand, Harley slides a miniature vibrator down the front of Robin's pulled-up bloomers. Soon, Robin found herself fighting a struggle to stay focused against the mind-numbing effects of the tranquilizer, the pain of her bloomers being wedged up her ass, and the vibrations against her groin. She didn't even notice that she was being forced to her knees as Harley kept tugging, pulling Robin's bloomers further and further up her back.

On her knees, Robin finds the pain shooting up from her crotch too intense for her to not scream. As her arms hang desperately at her sides, her head arches back and she screams out in pain. Her scream of defeat is matched by Harley's scream of triumph, as the villainess muscles Robin's bloomers up with all her might, stretching them just enough to clip the top of the Girl Blunder's head.

Robin snaps into focus, repeating "No! No! No!" just as Harley manages to stretch her bloomers over her forehead, turning the super wedgie into an ATOMIC wedgie. Robin's mouth becomes a perfect "O" as Harley finishes the task, pulling Robin's bloomers right past her bulging eyes.

Far from finished, Harley then fishes enough of Robin's hair through her bloomers' stretched leg holes to use as firm handles. Robin's body arches in pain, as she struggles to maintain balance. Laughing, Harley fishes Robin's cape around her super wedgie, pulling the Girl Blunder hard and forcing her to stiffly crawl on all fours. Robin is led forward, gasping incoherently, blinded by her own bloomers.

Harley then grabs and dons a strap-on dildo, and proceeds to lead Robin straight into her crotch, forcing the rubber shaft down Robin's throat with little resistance. Harley puts one hand on Robin's head, forcing the heroine to stay on her knees and keep her face in Harley's crotch; Harley's other arm flexes her muscle for the cameras.

As Robin's arms flail helplessly, Harley begins fucking her mouth. Robin's arms get weaker and weaker, and her whimpers get quieter and quieter. Harley orders the cameras to get good shots of Robin's cross-eyed gaze as she humps the Girl Blunder's mouth over and over, talking down to Robin the entire time. Barely conscious, Robin can offer no comeback as she undergoes this humiliating predicament.

Mind fleeting, Robin can only hold on to the thought of keeping her identity secret by any means necessary. Her last memories were of moving her hands to her hips, and holding them there in a super heroine pose as Harley laughed hysterically, pistoning Robin's head harder and faster up and down off of the dildo. Before Robin knew it, darkness had taken over, and she passes out before Harley in the middle of a humiliating forced blowjob. Still forced on her knees and stuck in the painful wedgie, Robin can't even fall to the ground to free herself from her humiliation.

Harley keeps taunting her fallen opponent once Robin's body has gone limp, smacking the passed-out heroine in the face over and over again with the dildo. Harley then shoves the dildo down Robin's throat, and plugs the heroine's nostrils with her fingers, holding Robin without air for long amounts of time. Harley then pulls Robin's tits out of her costume, and grabs a permanent marker; she brands her new bitch with the words, "PROPERTY OF HQ". Next, Harley hawks up spit, and lands a loogie directly on Robin, letting it slowly drip down Robin's face and tits.

For the grand finale, Harley positions one of her chloroform pies on the floor in front of Robin, before releasing the passed-out heroine from her super wedgie. Robin springs forward, landing face-first in the pie. Harley gives the unmoving Robin one last tug, positioning the unconscious heroine on her knees, ankles far apart. Robin's cape now floats over her passed-out head.

Harley poses with one booted foot on the fallen heroine's ass, laughing sadistically.

"Looks like THIS birdie's gone BYE-BYE!"

Robin slowly wakes up some time later, only to find herself bent over and locked in a set of wooden stocks from which she is unable to free herself. Worse, directly in front of her face is a 45-inch TV screen displaying the word "OBEY". Robin tries to look away, only to notice that no matter how far she looks to the side, she can't get the screen out of her line of sight.

Just past the TV, Robin can make out out the forms of Batgirl and Supergirl. The former heroines are standing rigidly, still wearing the whore uniforms that Harley put them in. Robin could just barely make out that each of them was holding a pie, along with the fact that each of their faces had a creepy painted smile.

A buzzer suddenly sounds, and the TV screen comes to life, flashing pornographic images of Batgirl and Supergirl along with subliminal messages. The moaning and screaming of a woman floods the speakers.

Before Robin can even react, a pie smashes into her face, followed by another, then another. A chorus of three women laughing uncontrollably then begins to overwhelm Robin's senses. The chloroform ingredients in the pies slowly work their magic, as Robin's struggles get weaker and weaker with every pie to the face.

Harley, in her cheerleader uniform, grabs her strap-on (with the fake nutsack) and dons it as she walks up to the captive Robin. She gestures for Batgirl and Supergirl to stop as she walks up to Robin's pie-covered face. Robin's tongue slowly rolls a mouthful of the pie out of her mouth, as she moans in disgust.

"Where are you going with that?" Harley asks Robin, stopping the mouthful of pie from falling to the floor by catching it on the tip of her dildo.

Scowling, Harley forces the mouthful of pie back into Robin's mouth, along with the dildo carrying it. Robin's eyes bulge and go cross under the layer of white pie material covering her face. The Girl Wonder hears Harley tell her:

"Eat it! Eat it, BITCH! Do as you are TOLD! That's right, eat the pie! Eat it, num-num-num!"

As Robin helplessly obeys, Harley uses her hands to wipe Robin's face clean of the pie, only to shove it all into the heroine's mouth. Harley then proceeds to bounce Robin's head up and down off of the strap-on. In seconds, Robin's face is left glazed over and paralyzed. Her mouth is wide open, dripping drool and pie onto the floor. Her eyes are not only glazed over, but also crossed.

"Robin, since you're SUCH a good little bitch, I want you to kiss my ass... for turning you out like this!"

Robin's brain was completely disoriented by now, and she couldn't understand why she was being pulled forward by her hair until the only thing she could see was the words "BOSS OF GOTHAM". Right afterward, her face was shoved into something warm and soft.

Harley gives a commanding look as Batgirl and Supergirl, standing off to the side. "Laugh, bitches!"

Supergirl and Batgirl begin to point and laugh at Robin's humiliating ordeal as Robin spasms in her stocks, just realizing that she is now locked face-first into Harley's ass. Harley is now bent over at the waist, her legs locked straight. As she holds Robin's face directly into her ass, Harley looks at the camera and poses with a wide-eyed "OMG" face, before laughing at Robin's pathetic attempts to get free in her state. Another camera zooms in on Robin from behind, focusing on how the heroine's suntan pantyhose-clad legs are stomping and flailing in an attempt to get free while her knees remain together.

Harley gives the camera an evil look, before getting up on her tippy-toes. The camera then catches Supergirl and Batgirl reacting appropriately, covering their noses in disgust as Harley farts directly into Robin's face.

Next, Harley proudly walks around to Robin's backside, slapping the dazed heroine's ass and asking if she's ready to "be turned into my personal toy?". Robin can't even respond, as the humiliation has drugged her senses; overwhelmed, she can't help from getting wet over how easily she has been dominated.

With little resistance from the heroine, Harley removes Robin's green bloomers. She puts them upside-down on the heroine's back, and begins to brand them with a permanent marker. Next, Harley rips a hole in Robin's control-top pantyhose and thrusts the strap-on around her hips into Robin's wet core. Robin arches in pain and surprise, eyes wild and mouth wide open. Grinning, Harley fashions Robin's bloomers on the Girl Blunder's head; the words "HQ'S TOY" now read across Robin's face as Harley holds it up for the cameras to see.

Harley then fishes part of Robin's hair through the bloomers' leg holes, grabbing hold with both hands. Robin gasps within her stocks, still spitting up pie and drool as Harley continues to pump her doggy-style.

"Ready with those pies, girls?!" Harley asks as she fucks the life out of Robin.

"YES MISTRESS!" both Supergirl and Batgirl respond.

Harley poses one last time, assuming the "Captain Morgan" pose as Robin's body now arches in whatever way she pulls in. "FIRE!"

Pie after pie hits Robin's face, covering it in a hail of white. Harley cheerleads loudly as she takes Robin.

The villainess pumps harder and harder as both she and Robin are hit over and over again with the pies. Harley laughs hysterically, while Robin's resistance slowly turns into full acceptance. Harley holds up Robin's head, readying it for pie after pie, as well as forcing her to face the TV and its subliminal messages. Slowly, Robin's moans of humiliation turn into those of ecstasy.

Robin mindlessly stares at the TV as the pies continue to rain down on her face. Harley, Batgirl, and Supergirl all laugh as Robin's attempts to resist completely subside.

With each thrust, Harley continues to berate Robin, asking and telling her to tell the world that she is now Harley's bitch. Harley then stops the video, and orders Batgirl and Supergirl to move the TV out of the way, get in front of Robin, and eat each other out. Whoever comes first can have the other as her sex toy for the day.

Supergirl and Batgirl immediately move the TV aside, get down on the ground, and begin licking each other, attempting to strip each other of their costumes while doing so. Harley stops them, and tells them that they both have to have their super whore uniforms completely on, AND cum, in order to win the other.

Both Batgirl and Supergirl obey, continuing to pleasure each other as Harley pumps Robin. Supergirl manhandles Batgirl into her crotch with her Kryptonian strength, not allowing Batgirl to receive any pleasure. Batgirl whimpers pathetically as Supergirl grinds her face into her crotch. Supergirl stares at the mindless Robin as she dominates Batgirl, imagining what she would do with the disgraced Girl Wonder if she had control of HER.

Batgirl is completely helpless as Supergirl forces her into a submissive position, keeping her on her knees. In a fit of ecstasy, Supergirl removes Batgirl's cowl, continuing to keep the redhead's face in her crotch. Batgirl thrashes and puts up a fight, but is still no match for the Kryptonian heroine's grip.

A triumphant Supergirl exclaims, "I HAVE HER BODY! I HAVE HER IDENTITY! I HAVE THE BAT-BITCH!!!" as she comes, holding Batgirl in position until she is done with the heroine.

Finished, Supergirl drapes Batgirl's cape over Batgirl's head, and poses for Harley, holding Batgirl on her knees. One of Supergirl's hands is holding Batgirl's cape; the other holds Batgirl's cowl. Batgirl is heard crying pathetically under her cape; she knows that the mindless Supergirl now has her identity. AND she got to come without her getting anything in return.

Being forced to watch Batgirl's domination was too much for Robin; with the rhythm of the thrusts and the mind-numbing commands coming from Harley, Robin finds herself saying without thinking, "I'm Harley's bitch."

Robin couldn't even hear Harley's barks, demanding her to repeat it louder and louder. All she could hear was herself saying over and over again:

Harley's thrusts continue until Robin's screams subside, and her wave of orgasms pass. With one final thrust, the fake nutsack at the base of Harley's dildo contracts, spraying a big "payload" of goo straight into the deepest depths of Robin's womanhood, utterly coating Robin's pussy. Harley pulls out of Robin and walks over to Supergirl, who is still holding Batgirl by the cape. Snarling, Harley takes out a remote and dials the radiation level on Supergirl's Kryptonite collar way up, negating Supergirl's powers, then slaps Supergirl so hard that the blond heroine drops to her knees. A look of complete shock overtakes the Kryptonian's face.

"You CHEATED!" Harley says matter-of-factly to a surprised Supergirl. "NOW, Batgirl gets to cheat!"

Harley grabs Batgirl's cowl and places it back on the redhead's head, without removing the cape draped over Batgirl. Harley tells Batgirl to get another strap-on; it's time that she teaches Batgirl how to fuck another girl's face.

The cameras capture Supergirl's surprise as she tries to crawl away, only for Batgirl - now wearing a strap-on like Harley - to grab her by the hair and lead her back. Batgirl forces Supergirl onto her knees, as the Kryptonian begs and pleads for Harley to reconsider.

Ignoring Supergirl, Harley walks back up to Robin, who is still cross-eyed and drooling on the ground. She smacks Robin in the face with the strap-on, demanding for Robin to "clean it". Robin tries to slowly take in the dildo, but before she can start, Harley starts pumping her head up and down on the shaft.

Batgirl follows suit, as Supergirl tries to resist. Annoyed, Batgirl takes Supergirl's cape and drapes it over her head, still ruthlessly pistoning Supergirl's head up and down.

Harley looks over at her pets, and shows Batgirl how to stick the dildo in deeper, even taking a moment to high-five Batgirl as they fuck Robin and Supergirl's faces. After a filmed "Eiffel Tower" moment, Harley tells Batgirl how to "finish" like a "man". Harley then tells Robin how to "purr like a cock-sucking kitten". Robin follows her mistress' orders, as her eyes begin to bulge and cross, and muffled moans begin to come out of her mouth while her drool goes all over the floor.

Grabbing a handheld camera, Harley manages to get great shots of the heroines performing their new daily duty. Both heroines are whimpering and moaning, eyes bulging as they take in the massive dildos.

Harley starts to hawk up a loogie, and orders Batgirl to follow suit. Both Harley and Batgirl lift up their victims' capes from over their heads, remove their strap-ons, and force Robin and Supergirl to look up as the camera films close-up shots. Both spit massive loogies into the heroines' faces. Frozen, Robin and Supergirl can only stare forward mindlessly as the spit runs down their faces. Batgirl and Harley laugh and taunt their cock-sucking toys.

"Looks like we can add "super-dumb" to your list of powers, Super-slut!"

"I'd call you a birdbrain, Robin, but that's an insult to birds everywhere!"

Batgirl positions her dildo sideways into Supergirl's mouth, telling her to moan like a whore. Supergirl obeys, her crossed eyes bulging. Harley makes sure to take pictures of Supergirl in her fallen and humiliating state.

Harley orders Batgirl to "break" Supergirl, and make her Batgirl's bitch for the day. Batgirl thanks Harley over and over, even dropping to her knees and kissing Harley's feet for such a reward. Harley turns her attention back to Robin, who still has her bloomers on her head. Harley unleashes Robin from her stocks, attaches a dog collar and leash to Robin's neck, and forces her to crawl on all fours. Harley then forces Robin onto her knees, and tells her to drape her cape where it belongs.

Robin follows Harley's orders; Harley next orders Robin to pose like a super WHORE. Robin, still on her knees, follows this order as well. Harley taunts and laughs at Robin as the cameras keep rolling, telling Robin to take off that silly mask lay it at her feet. Without hesitation, Robin reaches up under her cape and bloomers to remove her domino mask, which she lays at Harley's feet.

Harley laughs uncontrollably as she mounts Robin, telling her to "Giddy-up, BITCH!" as she rides her like a dog. Robin crawls on all fours, Harley laughing and riding on her back. While she rides, Harley has Robin stop by her computer, where she composes her latest diary entry: "Robin's gotten hers, even easier than BG and SG. Can't believe Girl Blunder's lasted THIS long as Batman's sidekick!"

Meanwhile, Batgirl is forcing Supergirl onto her back, and strapping Supergirl to an elevated bed. As Supergirl begs for mercy, Batgirl ties her spread-eagle. After Supergirl is secure, Batgirl removes her own branded bloomers and forces them onto Supergirl's head. That done, she mounts the prone Supergirl's face and begins humping it.

Lewdly moaning and grinding, Batgirl grabs Supergirl's pigtails and forces Supergirl's face deep into her crotch. Supergirl's high-pitched squeals are drowned out by Batgirl's dirty talk, calling Supergirl a "lesbo skank" and ordering her over and over to "Eat me! Eat me, BITCH!"

Batgirl's body spasms with orgasm after orgasm as Supergirl is forced to drink Batgirl's cum over and over with each orgasm. After Batgirl has gotten her fill, she, not wanting to make her mistress mad, unties Supergirl. Leading Supergirl (still wearing the cum-soaked bloomers on her head) on all fours, Batgirl walks over to the dog kennels. Batgirl forces Supergirl into her kennel, latches it, then proceeds to lock herself in her own kennel, waiting patiently for her next orders.

In the meantime, Harley leads Robin into a costume room, filled with slutty woman's costumes. Harley strips Robin of her costume, except for her cape, pantyhose, bloomers, and green gloves. Harley picks out a new costume for Robin, and proceeds to paint Robin's face white - complete with a painted smile.

Some time later, Harley, with a brand-new strap-on around her hips, comes back into the filming room with Robin crawling behind her. Grinning toward the cameras, Harley announces to Batman, and the world, that Robin has something important to tell everyone. Harley stands aside, holding Robin by her cape, then removing said cape like a grand opening.

Robin is now wearing green-and-purple spandex short-shorts, suntan pantyhose, green and purple socks, and a white T-shirt similar to a "Hooters" shirt, only reading "HARLEY'S BITCH" instead. Robin's tits still read "PROPERTY OF HQ" under her too-small shirt. In addition, Robin is still wearing her bloomers - the only thing still holding her secret identity - on her head. Robin's hair is now in perfect pigtails, running through the bloomers' leg holes. A bright green dog collar encircles her neck. Finally, Robin's face is totally painted white, and her face is stretched into a too-big smile.

The Girl Blunder postures upright on her knees, making sure that her hands are firmly planted on her hips. She begins:

"I am now Harley's personal bitch! I obey her EVERY COMMAND! I cannot and WILL NOT disobey the most powerful WOMAN in GOTHAM, my MISTRESS, Harley Quinn! Batman, do NOT come and save me, as I want to serve, and serve, and serve her. Let her have her way with me HOWEVER she sees fit. I was, and AM nothing without her control, her humiliation, and her OWNERSHIP of my cum-guzzling ass!"

Robin lunges toward Harley's strap-on, and begins moaning wildly as she pistons her own head up and down. Harley poses for the cameras, holding Robin on her knees as the heroine serves her. Robin's eyes bulge as she shoves the dildo as far in as she can take it, before Harley pulls her off.

On her knees, smiling uncontrollably and posing like a super heroine, Robin responds, "When my mistress, Harley Quinn, decides to show off my SLUT identity, YOU WILL get to see it ONLY ON HPF (Harley Porn Films)!!!"

From off-camera, Harley prepares a super-soaker filled with a milky white fluid.

"Bounce, BITCH!"

The Girl Blunder begins bouncing on her knees, laughing uncontrollably as Harley blasts her face and shirt with the milky white fluid. Robin can't control herself as she screams, "I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M YOUR BITCH! I'M A HARLEY PORNO WHORE!!! I LOVE BEING A DILDO-SUCKING SLUT!!! I'M YOUR BITCH, TAKE MY IDENTITY!!!"

Robin is now covered in the milky white goo from head to toe. She coos like a child, going cross-eyed, completely at Harley's mercy. Her tight white T-shirt is totally soaked, and the outlines of her nipples can be seen jutting against the fabric.

Harley continues to bark orders from off-camera, ordering Robin to get on all fours and crawl around like "the bitch she is". Robin immediately obeys this command, doing several laps around the room before Harley has her stop and get back up.

Soon after, Harley thinks up another idea to demean Robin even further. She demands that Robin pull her short-shorts down, until they are around the Girl Blunder's ankles. Once the tight purple-and-green garments are pooled around Robin's feet, Harley orders her newest slave to start "flying".

Robin instantly understands what her mistress wants, since they "rehearsed" this sequence several times before. The mindless young heroine lifts her arms high into the air and starts "flapping" them wildly, like wings, while simultaneously attempting to run. Of course, she doesn't get far before the short-shorts around her feet trip her up, causing her fall flat on her face.

From off-screen, Harley can be heard laughing at Robin's bungling.

"Well, if penguins are the SECOND dumbest birds on the planet... I THINK I'VE JUST FOUND THE FIRST! AHAHAHAHAHA!!!"

Harley comes back on camera, still holding the super-soaker. She forces Robin to all fours and sits back in an armchair and rests her feet on Robin, her personal footstool. Harley then reaches forward, draping Robin's cape over her head, before sitting back and relaxing.

"All in a day's work..."

Meanwhile, in a living room far, far away... Wonder Woman is clicking off her TV, not knowing what to do or say. She is mortified to see her star-spangled briefs wet from watching the entire video of Robin's complete humiliation on live TV. Hitting the STOP button, Wonder Woman removes a recorded copy of the live pirated event, and places it in her secret porn stash. The Amazon knows that she now faces the inevitable battle for Batgirl, Supergirl, and now Robin - and more importantly, her own dignity.

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Justine Misbehaves

I had always known Justine was a wild thing! We have been married for 6 years and have been very happy ever since we met but there has always been a nagging doubt that Justine would stray outside our marriage if she had the opportunity. Make no mistake, we are very happy but I just get the feeling she wants a little bit more than me and what I can give her!

Justine is 31 and is a lovely strawberry blond standing at about 5'6" high with a gorgeous figure and the prettiest of faces. She has a striking appearance and always gets the looks from the men where ever she goes. At first I was very jealous but I have grown to accept the looks she gets and the passes the men make at her - as far as I know she has always turned every man down although there have been quite a few offers to rush her off somewhere. She just grins at the men and tells them she is quite happy where she is and with what she has.

I knew I was in trouble at a community Christmas party which was held in a local hall as an early celebration of Christmas. I suppose there were 250 people attending and the party was in full swing with people dancing and having a very good time. The drinks were provided as part of the party and there was quite a lot to drink. I lost Justine for about half an hour and just couldn't sight her - I presumed she was with some of her women friends and they were chatting somewhere. It was such a lovely evening with the weather absolutely perfect for celebrating either inside the very large hall or outside in the playing field surrounding the hall. I had looked everywhere inside the hall so I decided to venture outside and see if I could find her. She would be easy to spot because she was wearing a loose floral skirt -short in length but with plenty of material in it - and a white see-through blouse with a bra underneath. She also had white sandals on so with the light fading I hoped to be able to see her easily.

I wandered around for about 20 minutes without seeing her and had almost decided to return inside when I thought I caught a glimpse of her amongst a group of men drinking around a beer keg. I wandered over and sure enough there was Justine. She had consumed quite a deal of drink and was a little unsteady on her feet. She was holding on to a man I didn't know and he was helping her to stand upright but she was swaying. I walked over to her and suggested she had had enough to drink and should come inside with me but she just laughed at me and told me she was staying where she was. I really didn't know any of the men around her and they started to heckle me a bit about looking after my wife too well so I walked away. I moved to a position which was about 50' away and although the natural light had gone there were a number of electric lights suspended around the playing field and I was able to see her well enough.

After some 30 minutes watching Justine slowly drinking with the men and at the same time I was drinking a few bottles myself, I was surprised to see the men all stand up around Justine and I couldn't see what was happening. They all stood close for about 2 minutes before they resumed their seats or just stood around. Justine still looked as she had before but I wasn't sure and I was busting to know why they had stood around her so closely that I couldn't see anything. Nothing exceptional happened for the next 30 minutes or so when suddenly the men all grouped around Justine again and then, after a short while, they moved away again. Now I was completely intrigued.

I decided it was time to take some action so I walked back to the group and stood near Justine. This time I had a chance to look at her closely with the available light and was horrified to see she wasn't wearing her bra! In fact her blouse was mostly undone and I could clearly see her breasts and nipples when the blouse fronts moved. Justine acknowledged me and told me she was having a very good time and I should go back into the hall and talk to the other people - she was quite alright without me! This wasn't like Justine but I could tell she had consumed a lot of alcohol and was almost drunk but still sober enough to know what she was doing.

I refused to leave her and realized why the group had formed around her - either she or they had taken her bra off - and goodness knows what else they did to her while she had her blouse off! I was becoming very uneasy with this group of men - there were probably 12 or even more in the group and they were all strangers to me. The hour was getting late now and the party was starting to break up and people were leaving. I tried to get Justine to leave too but she told me she was having too much fun. It was then that one of the men sitting on a bench attached to an outdoor table pulled something out of his pocket and waved it at me. It was Justine's bra! Why did this man have her bra in his pocket? I tried to get her bra back but was jostled by some of the men and tried to retreat but my return path was blocked so I just had to stand there at watch. Another of the men also pulled something from his pocket and immediately I recognized Justine's thong panties in his hand - they have a distinctive pattern on the front! Now I knew why the men grouped around her the second time but I wasn't pleased at all. I was now standing about 10' from Justine who was slowly swaying in the center of the group when one of the men came over to her and pulled her blouse apart and we could all she her breasts clearly in the light. She didn't do anything to stop him and just stood there and looked at me. This wasn't like Justine at all and although I spoke to her and told her to cover up, she just smiled at me.

The man who had been holding her bra called her over to him. He was only about 6' from me and she walked unsteadily towards him with her blouse still undone and her breasts clearly visible. As she got near the man I could see he had undone his pants and had pulled them down until he was sitting on the bare wood, his pants around his knees. He beckoned Justine to sit on his lap and I just couldn't believe it, but she hoisted her dress up at the back and sat down in his lap. I knew his cock was entering her cunt because she slowed right down as she was sitting and the expression on her face changed to pure lust. She must have his cock right up inside her because he started to move on his lap gently moving up and down. At last she let out a scream and I knew she had cum. I was trying to reach her all the time but I was held back by the men around me. I was sure the man under her had cum in her too but I didn't know for sure. She moved off this man and her dress fell back into position and I couldn't see any evidence of what had happened to her.

Moments later she was sitting on another man's lap and I saw too he had his cock out before she sat down and he too was inside my wife. Over the next 50 minutes, Justine sat down on all of the cocks in the group and I knew she had been fucked by them all and I was equally sure they had all cum inside her. By this time she had discarded her blouse completely and was sitting on and bobbing up and down on each of the men's cocks making her lovely breasts bounce in time with her movement.

I had been passed from groups of men preventing me from stopping Justine being fucked. When they were all finished with her they let me go and just walked away from Justine who sat slumped on the same bench she had first been fucked at. They were all gone so I moved over to Justine and immediately lifted up her skirt to look at her cunt. She has a hairy bush and it was literally covered in cum and she also had lots of cum around her cunt and down her legs - she was a total slut. I knew we wouldn't be able to prove rape because she had willingly moved over to each man and sat on his cock - not one of them had done anything to force her to sit on them.

It took me a long time to get Justine to walk with me to our car after having replaced her blouse but I couldn't find her bra nor her panties. I had hoped most of the cum would have dripped out of her as we walked quite a long distance to our car but she was still a mess when I finally seated her in the back of the car where she immediately went to sleep! She was exhausted.

I made an instant decision! I drove directly to the hospital emergency entrance where I was able to explain to the doctor on duty that she had been sexually molested and I wanted to know why and if she had been injured in any way. The staff were wonderful and the doctor led me to a waiting room and then returned to Justine where he would examine her. It was about an hour later - and I was a nervous wreck by then - that he came back to me. He walked with me to his office and sat me down and began talking to me. He started the questions with the usual line of how did it happen.

My answers to his questions seemed stupid when I was telling him but he seemed to understand. He asked me if Justine would normally allow men to take advantage of her like this and of course I told him no. He then told me she was a victim of a form of date rape which had obviously gone wrong for the perpetrators! Their usual method of operation was to slip some powder (which he named but I couldn't remember) into their drink and they will lapse into unconsciousness within about 5 minutes. He thought the reason she hadn't passed out was that she had a considerable amount of alcohol in her stomach when the drug was administered. He said that would account for her strange behavior which he said was totally out of character. He also added she was a complete mess down yonder and the nursing staff were cleaning her up right now. She would have to spend the night in hospital and I could take her home next morning. He gave me a lecture about forgiving Justine because it wasn't' her fault she had been drugged and I should just put it all into the past and get on with out lives. All right for him to say that!

I returned home for a restless night not able to sleep still thinking about all of those cocks which had been in my lovely wife's cunt and what they had spewed into her! Next morning I drove to the hospital to collect Justine and she seemed to be quite bright despite her ordeal. We drove home in almost complete silence not knowing what to say to each other. Once we reached home we walked into our home and I took her straight into the bedroom where I thought she should get some more sleep. She had other ideas and didn't want to sleep but wanted to talk about last night! I was amazed that she would talk about it but the more she spoke the more confused I became. She had a totally clear memory of everything that had happened to her. She knew exactly how many men had fucked her - how many men had come back and fucked her for the second time. She remembered most of their first names which totally surprised me and worst of all she told me how much she had enjoyed being fucked by all those men! I was stunned. Just what was going on? I demanded answers and it seemed Justine was happy to tell me all.

She started by telling me she knew almost all of the men because they all worked at the same factory and she had had dealings with this company! She had invited them to the party telling them she would look after them. She had told them she had a drug which would make it look like she was drugged but it was in the wrong proportions and wouldn't have any effect on her. She had learned about this from the Internet and was simply trying it out. She had told the men they could take advantage of her but she wouldn't put on a public display and that was why she wore the skirt which would hide what she was doing. She had let all the men handle her breasts when she took off her bra and she had enjoyed that immensely. She had also let all the men play with her cunt when she had taken off her panties and it was her idea for each man to sit down with his cock sticking up and she would see that it went into her cunt! Hell, what had gotten into my wife?

She admitted she had a few worries when I came over and tried to take her away from the men - she told me they would have surely bashed me up badly if she hadn't gone ahead with the plan they had made. That was why I had been restrained - so she could continue with her plan! She further added she had been thinking of something like this for a long time ever since she had heard about it on the Internet. She had read lots of stories from people who had used this idea successfully and wanted to misbehave and get herself fucked by other men!

To say I was stunned by her revelations would be an understatement. My wife was admitting she had planned this whole sordid affair and had carried it out to perfection. What did I think of my wife now? I guess she would have to be rated as the most callous bitch around but would I kick her out of my life or just accept her back.

As she was telling me about her plan and it's final result she was steadily undressing herself - mind you she was only wearing 4 items of clothing - blouse, skirt and two shoes but she took a while doing it. When she was naked she laid back on the bed and opened her legs to show me her cunt! I have looked at that lovely cunt many, many times but I have never seen it looking like it did now! It was swollen and very red and raw looking and some of her pubic hair had been shaved off by the hospital staff in their efforts to clean her up. She told me she wanted me to fuck her right away to prove I had forgiven her and still loved her! Well, I still think I loved her but I certainly hadn't forgiven her and I didn't want to fuck her either. She then said, "Well my dear, I need to be fucked right now and if you won't do it then I guess I will have to ring one of the men from last night and I am sure he will come around here and fuck me! The choice is yours. If you agree to forgive me and will fuck me right now, I promise I will never pull this stunt again and also I will not go around fucking anyone else but you - is that fair?" I knew she had me over a barrel so to speak - if I didn't fuck her she would get someone else and I knew she would do that! But once I fucked her I would be forgiving her and that would be the end of this saga. I knew I was beaten.

I stripped off my clothes and stuck my very hard cock right into her sore cunt and pushed my way right into her! I was amazed that I had an erection but realized I had been excited by listening to her talking about being fucked by the other men. I didn't make love to her - I just fucked her and fucked her hard! She was very sore and I know I hurt her but that was too bad. She wanted to be fucked and I was fucking her and that was all about it.

She seemed to change after that and her behavior over the next 6 months was impeccable - she never once put a foot wrong (or at least I didn't see her do anything) - and we were husband and wife again. I was surprised when we would go out somewhere and a man would make a pass at her and she would rebuff them sharply and come back to me. I talked with my doctor about this, long after it had happened, and he told me she was probably just suffering from the 7 year itch a little early. Lots of women wanted a fling and she had done it her way. He told me to forget what he happened and to get on with our lives.

I was very shocked when it happened particularly as it happened right in front of me but every now and again I remember how she had moved from man to man and moved so that his cock had entered her cunt and he had cum in her. I can always get a hard erection every time I think about it and if Justine is anywhere nearby she gets a very passionate fuck from me. I like to remember as often as I can. Do you blame me?

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Hey dickhead!
Remember that time I moved to Portland because I like fucking loved you and stuff?
Remember when everything was kind of perfect?
I do.
Remember when you stopped kissing me goodbye in the morning because you were "running late" but you weren't leaving in a rush you were taking Instagram photos of yourself in your outfits in the front yard for ten minutes to stroke your own ego instead?
Remember when you not so subtly decided it was better from behind, probably because you didn't have to look at me any more that way?
I fucking do.
Remember when I couldn't find a job and you dumped me because where I was wasn't where you wanted to be and I had to move back home?
I fucking remember that shit.
Fuck you.
Have a nice day.
Happy fucking Birthday.


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