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IM/DC Chapter 215
🕑 Added 2024-11-01 23:34:17 +0000 UTCBatman’s Point of View
I had been following a lead on a possible villain who was making mind-controlling pastries. All the clues pointed towards the CEO of the company that was selling them. Gretchen Goode seemed too clean though, like she appeared out of thin air as there was no footprint of her life until she became the CEO of Grandma’s Goodies.
The other company Goode World Studios was painting a dark picture of the future as well with fear-mongering content as they tried to divide the country even further. There was no hypnotic effect to the news channel but it didn’t take a genius to see she was trying to stir up strife for the world with her channel's content.
At least until her new product the Goode Goggles could be used to find metahumans for some sort of nefarious plan, while following several leads one stood out beyond the rest. She had contact with Big Barda a single time and they had never seen each other since then, often one leaving a location before the other entered shortly after.
I walked up to the culdesac Big Barda had moved to on Earth and knocked. She answered the door in a robe with her hair tied up in a towel. Seeing me in broad daylight still wearing my costume her eyebrow raised and I asked if I could come in to avoid the people looking out their doors or stopping in the middle of the road to take pictures. Sitting down at the table she hands me a cup of coffee and just before I begin to ask questions someone else barged into the room.
“Hey, you made coffee without bringing me a cu-. Oh, hey Batman.” I recognized the man as one of our newest members but he was different than before. Big Barda was a seven-foot-tall woman and the man had increased her size to be an entire head taller than her. As he walked up and gave her a kiss I couldn’t help but notice one of her legs quirk up at the intimate contact. This might have been one of the only people that could make Big Barda feel girly.
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Third-Person Point of View
Vixen was tied with chains completely naked in the air. The heavy tension of the chains pulled her so she was almost horizontal in an X-shape with everything exposed. She squirmed and writhed to get free but without her totem necklace, she was only slightly stronger than a normal human. Her eyes were covered with a blindfold as she had a ballgag making her screams so muffled they didn’t exit the room she was trapped in.
She had already been waiting for an entire hour and only the sound of someone entering the room as she heard their shoes clicking on the ground made her double her attempt to escape. Hands began to play with and grope her roughly. They would pull away only for her to be struck with a whip or have candle wax dripped on her. For a moment she felt her body shift as if the entire room had flipped upside down and she felt a hard paddle spank her bare ass. She couldn’t help but scream out in a mix of pain and pleasure but with her mouth filled with the ballgag, only Vixen and the person in the room could hear it.
The person took their time slowly making her feel pleasure before taking it away with pain. She would feel a hand softly rub her breasts before having her nipples pulled. A hand would rub at her lower entrance only for the paddle to come down on her ass again. From just touch she had cum and that was clearly what the person was waiting for as they finally penetrated her.
Vixen felt her entire body jostle, only the chains holding her in place the reason she wasn’t being fucked off his dick. The man wasted no time moving slowly as if he already knew how experienced Vixen was sexually, getting right to the good part. She lost track of how many orgasms she had as the restraints kept moving her. She went from the X-shape to one with both her legs in the air at a ninety-degree angle to one with her body upright to the next with her back arched as the person fucked her relentlessly.
Just as she felt herself become completely drained of energy the person pulled the ballgag out of her mouth and whispered a question in her ear. “Is this as good as you thought it would be?” Vixen had to catch her breath as she breathed in deep as she was still coming down from the last climax. She answered. “M-more. I w-want more.” The ball was placed back in her mouth as he answered back. “As you wish.”
Vixen felt a needle pierce her skin as she felt herself heat up slightly one second then the next she began shuddering from one of the most violent orgasms she ever had. The moment she caught her breath she felt herself orgasm again as she almost blacked out from the pleasure.
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Wonder Girl, Donna Troy, Yara Flor, and Nubia were all called back to Themescara to ‘meet’ a potential ally that they could rely on in the future. That person was me. The four walked in together while I sat across from Hippolyta as we waited for them. They looked confused at first, they had never seen their surrogate mother in a room with a man without her glaring daggers at him.
No, they were shocked as she gave me almost loving glances as they started to talk about the future… Which led to all six of us in a giant bed as I had formed five copies of myself to please the five women. Wonder Girl had her hands tied above her head, she had the same bondage kink as Wonder Woman except it wasn’t as extreme.
Donna Troy was sucking off her man as she couldn’t believe how good it tasted. Load after load filling her belly with enough delicious cream to make her belly extend out. She loved giving blowjobs and frosting so giving a blowjob that tasted like frosting made her keep going like the energizer bunny. Yara Flor was on all fours as she was taken from behind. She had already orgasmed more than all the other people in the room put together.
Nubia was pressed down with her legs on either side of my head. I pumped into her with a fervor I didn’t have for the other women. She liked it hard and rough and I planned to not disappoint the ebony goddess by going soft and slow. With only Hippolyta left she was riding on top of me, our hands intertwined as I sometimes bounced up into her while she rode me. All five of my bodies couldn’t help but have gigantic smiles on their faces as all came in synchronicity.
