Tall windows looked out over the slender spires of Metropolis's skyscrapers brilliant in the sun's light, but none of the towers were as tall as Lexcorp's. These windows and their expensive view had once looked out from a penthouse executive suite, but now it was a throne room. Walls that had once been hung with priceless art were now decorated with the pages of magazines, cut-out newspaper articles and print-outs of images from the internet. Aggressive, inqusitive or laughing but always beautiful Lois Lane's face was everywhere.
"Mistress, the phone."
Bruce Wayne was dressed impeccably as a butler. He understood now that his time around Alfred had been better training for his true life's purpose than anything he'd learned as Batman. His eyes were alight with adoration as he waited with an ornamental phone on a silver tray. The woman lounging on her throne picked up the polished ivory and gold handset.
"Ah, Perry, all goes according to plan? Excellent. And she suspects nothing?"
Nodding to herself the woman returned the handset to its cradle. On silent feet Bruce Wayne withdrew to return the phone to its place.
"Oracle," the woman called out, "are you ready?"
"Yes, mistress." The disembodied voice of Barbara Gordon emerged from hidden speakers. "With the technology of Mister Terrific and the Toyman I can spy on Miss Lane wherever she goes or whatever she does. And mistress, Michael and Winslow are so happy together. Married life suits them."
"And what about you, Oracle? How does married life suit you?"
"Oh mistress, I've never been happier. Dinah is just perfect. We miss you, of course. Our wedding night with you was magical, but with just the two of us the sex is still great. Why didn't we realise how much we were in love? It's just..."
"Yes, go on. Tell mistress what's wrong."
The woman smiled happily. She loved everthing about marriage. The courtship, the rings, the wedding ceremony, the wedding night, the newly-weds glow, the honeymoon, the clandestine affairs, the fights, the make-up sex, the divorces, the re-marriages and the whole cycle beginning again with the addition of sordid guilty betrayals with exes. Marriage was everything to her.
"I'm not sure I like the song my little canary is singing. I set up cameras in our bedroom so you could watch if you chose. I can see my Canary naked riding on Huntress's face. My wife crying out in pleasure as another woman licks her unfaithful pussy. I should be angry. But it's so hot the way her tits are bouncing and swaying. I am angry. Uh, so hot. Her adultery is making me so horny."
"You still love her don't you, Barbara?"
"Yes, mistress. So much."
"Then confront her. Let her know you know. But don't show her the evidence. She has to be able to deny it. When she admits it and says sorry you need to know she means it. Maybe she won't at first. Either way you need to fuck her. Show her that sex with her wife will always be better than with some cheating slut."
"Oh yes, mistress. Fuck her and spank her naughty ass and kiss it better."
"And then she needs to know how she made you feel. Really know. Have an affair of your own. Someone so hot Dinah will be even more jealous than she's made you."
"Oh yes, yes, yes! Sixty-nining Diana or Kate and as we're coming Dinah walks in. Oh mistress, thank you. I love my wife and I love you."
"But that will have to wait. Keep your mind on the task, Oracle."
"Yes, mistress. I love my wife and soon you will have the One. Oracle out."
Bruce Wayne coughed discreetly.
"I have added final contingencies for a number of less likely scenarios. We are ready."
His mistress stood from her throne and gestured for her clothes. She would be changing into a rather more conservative suit from her current sexy and regal wear. As Batman left to fetch it, the two parts of mistress's throne separated.
Harley Quinn stood and stretched from her position on her hands and knees. Trained as an acrobat and given metahuman powers by Ivy's elixir she had had no problem supporting her mistress's ass. In fact she'd enjoyed it. Poison Ivy's breasts had been mistress's cushions and the plant witch's arousal was evident. A myriad of tiny twig vines that had helped support mistress's weight disappeared back into the potted plants scattered around the throne room.
Harley and Ivy turned and briefly kissed, interleaving their hands. Each sported a wedding ring on their ring fingers. Ivy's was black onyx set with red rubies while Harley's was a living band of ivy coiled around emeralds.
"The perfume is ready?"
"Yes, mistress," Ivy replied at once, breaking the kiss and leaving Harley with a playful pout of disappointment. "She will find it pleasant, and it will leave her less cautious and more adventurous. Sexually too. But it will be no more than a gentle nudge."
"Red, it's so romantic! I hope I get to help too." Harley was bouncing with glee at the thought. "Mistress is going courting."
Batman returned with freshly pressed clothes and an atomizer full of Ivy's perfume. He was accompanied by Wonder Woman who, of course, acted as mistress's maid as she dressed.
As mistress made some small adjustments to her hair, Batman passed Wonder Woman a rather more ordinary cell phone. She rang the number it was ready to dial and waited for a machine to pick up.
"Lois? It's Diana. Greetings to you too. I will be in Metropolis for the next few days visiting the Amazon consulate. Would you like to meet for lunch? Praise Hera if we can talk."
Batman watched as Wonder Woman picked up their mistress and flew off. She, Power Girl and Supergirl would be doing most of the fine tuning of the plan, reacting as necessary. Their combination of super-strength and super-speed made them invaluable in the task. And Jimmy Olsen had a vital part to play too.
Lois Lane's world was about to be turned upside down. But everything would be precisely controlled. Batman fiddled with his own green engagement band as he smiled at the thought of contributing to his mistress's happiness. Mistress had taken control of the Justice League, Injustice Society and a dozen other smaller teams. All as a stepping stone for this great task.
Lois Lane didn't know it yet, couldn't know it, but in a few days she would be proposing to the love of her life that she hadn't even met.
* * *
"Hi, Miss Lane?"
"Yes?"
Lois Lane looked up from her desk in the busy newsroom. She was getting ready to leave. Much to her surprise Lex Luthor's assistant and bruiser Mercy Graves had agreed to an interview with her boss at the first mention of a ring. She'd listen to Diana's message on the way.
"I'm Miss Match. Jimmy Olsen's out sick today and I'll be filling in. Mr. White asked if you'd mind showing me the ropes?"
"You owe me, Perry!" Lois shouted across the newsroom to the editor's closed door. She stood and headed for the lift to the building's underground carpark. "You must be new if you're still calling him Mr. White."
"Yes, Miss Lane."
The lift arrived almost as soon as Lois pressed the button and the two women stepped in. While they rode the lift down Lois assessed her new photographer's reflection in the polished metal of the lift.
Miss Match was a pretty young woman with a round open face and a pair of dimples which appeared when she smiled. Her red-hair was ass-length and her figure was curvy. Zaftig. She wore a navy blue blazer and a pleated white skirt. It was the kind of professional look that Lois approved of, the kind of thing she might have worn herself. The effect was undermined a little though because the outfit was a little too tight. It strained visibly to contain her bust and hugged an ass too big for it in a very revealing manner.
Lois paused a moment. That outfit really was the sort of thing she'd wear.
"Miss Match, was their a wine stain on the inside of that jacket? Lefthand size."
"Call me Marry. And, yes, there was. It took ages to scrub out. But how did you-- Wow! I heard you were a great reporter."
"Guilty as charged, but I didn't figure it out with my reporter powers of deduction. I had an inside source on this one. That used to be my jacket, and skirt, till I sold them off at a charity auction."
"Oh my." Miss Match looked embarrassed. "I bought them them in a charity shop. Flats are so expensive in Metropolis. I didn't know. My first day working with you."
"It shows you have taste."
The lift continued down filled with embarrassed silence. Miss Match didn't reveal that thanks to Superman she was also wearing Lois Lane's lucky bra and panties. 'I always see action in these.' Lois was going to find out that was true even if she wasn't wearing them.
"I like your perfume, Marry. And you can call me Lois."
Lois's tone of voice made it clear this was a peace offering if one was needed. Besides it was true. Marry smelt really good.
"Thanks, Lois. It's not store bought. A friend made it for me. It's sort of her hobby."
There was a short pause.
"Miss Match? Marry Match?"
"It worked a lot better when I was a wedding photographer."
"No, I was just thinking it a relief your initials aren't 'L.L.' You wouldn't believe--"
The lift doors opened and Lois Lane and her photographer for the day headed out to the reporter's two-seater convertible. Miss Match was still putting on her seatbelt when Lois put her foot down and she was pushed hard back into the comfortable passenger seat as the car roared up the carpark's ramp and headed for the interview with Lex Luthor about his mysterious ring.
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