Star City
Dinah and Helena walked throw the dark city, on the outside they were clade in trench coats and rain boots. Under the coats? Well that was another story entirely; Dinah was wearing a blonde rubber puppy suit with a white belly, and puppy paw mittens and socks. Helena was shocked at the outfit that the Arrows had picked for her; Corset, Rubber Capri riding pants with a front to back zip, a button down rubber blouse, all in white latex, a black latex blazer, black rubber riding rain boots and the silk and rubber blended trench coat. It was perverse mockery of what her mom had gotten her as a little girl the summer her mother demanded she learn to be a proper lady. Well whatever Ollie and Dinah had planned they had been willing to shell out a pretty penny. Helena had spotted a note in the boxes ordering “By Royal Decree; Special overnight order” and the tags were the “Royal Tailor: Only hand Made Custom Latex, a Rubber Kingdom Service”. This was going to be interesting…
*
JAL Anchorage to Tokyo, Somewhere over the pacific
Kara was frustrated, she had found the bomb, it was on the inside lip of the 747’s left inner engine, and there was no way for her to do anything about it without being seen, or taking out the engine. She saw Karen’s welding right away, but its placement meant that while this plane was in flight, nothing could be done, but, if she did nothing about it, the flight would only last another five minutes before it ended in horror over the Pacific Ocean.
*
Kent Lane Apartment, Metropolis
Lois had no idea why she had gotten a call for her Majesty, or why she made the request for her Kryptonians to clearly conceal evidence, Lois was thrilled that both Clark and Karen had complied wantonly.
“Thank for this chance to serve you Madam Lois,” Clark and Karen kneeled, “How may we further prove our devotion?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Lois acted as cold as possible, “I think I could use a tongue bath pedicure…”
*
Harts and Son Headwear company, Gotham City
“Are you sure about this?” the red haired woman said.
“The police reports said he was released this morning,” the lean man shrugged, “And this is where the Clown girl said he would be.”
They knocked, and a mousey young woman with glassy eyes answered.
“How can I help you?” the woman said.
“Tell Hats, Pam and John are here to see him,” Rubber Vine said.
“There is no Hats here ma’am,” the woman said.
“Unless he wants to be mummified with poison oak and gassed with enough fear toxin to sink him in a wonderland horror acid trip forever,” Rubber Vine took off her hat, “he will come and answer his door.”
The mousy woman left the door leaving it open.
“I never realized just how itchy wool can be,” Jonathan Crane adjusted the collar of the wool coat.
“What do you two want?” Jarvis Tetch answered the door.
“Personally I don’t want anything to do with you, but it’s not up to me,” Rubber Vine shrugged, “Boss told us to talk to you.”
“Who could make the Great Green Queen call them boss?” Jarvis arched an eyebrow, “Curious and curious…”
“The Boss that wants to employ you too,” Crane said, “No chems, no tricks just talk.”
“If this is another Injustice League, Legion of Doom, Secret Society of Evil, or anything like that,” Jarvis thrust his finger at Crane’s nose, “You two will end up standing in for your wax dummies at the ‘Horrors of Gotham’ tourist trap!”
“Jarvis,” Rubber Vine smiled, “five grand to consult for a docudrama on Gotham by night.”
“Talk to a script writer, a journalist, and a costume designer and get paid,” Crane said.
“Costume designers?” Jarvis said with awe and glee and before either Pam or Jon knew what was happening he was in coat and hat pulling them along, “Let’s go!”
“Who is doing a docudrama on Gotham’s rogues?” Nightwing asked from a roof top across the street.
“You didn’t read Oracle’s briefing,” Batman responded over the radio.
“No… I was in a rush,” Nightwing.
“Vox Familiarus Holdings Inc has set up a production company in Gotham City and hired Viki Vale, as well as Alexander Knox to write and do the introductions for a miniseries,” Batman read the lines.
“Vox Familiarus Holdings… The music group?” Nightwing said, “This is a far step from music videos by porn stars pretending pop divas.”
“Not a surprise,” Batman returned over the radio, “they opened a subsidiary last year and scalp one of Luthor’s top PR Bastards.”
*
Underground Complex, Gotham City
“Thumbelina,” The Rubber Queen called as she entered, “Please take care of this little stray.”
“Yes your Majesty!” Thumbelina smiled cruelly.
“How are my other agents doing?” The Rubber Queen asked Harleen.
“Your Hand Maiden is with Miss Vale to conduct the interview with Jarvis,” Harleen Curtsied in her catsuit, “Rubber Vine and Crane have picked up Jarvis.”
“Very well, we must be going to keep up appearances,” Rubber Queen kissed her blonde thrall, “Please see that Mr. Todd gets the best of care!”
“Of Course my Queen!” Harleen giggled, “Let’s get this boy bubbled up!”
Harleen rushed off and stopped the drones carrying unresponsive vigilante, she pulled down his shorts, retrieved an inflatable butt-plug and surgical gloves. Quickly Harleen had her finger in his rectum and started working it to prepare it for the plug. Giggling she forced the plug in and gave the bulb a few quick squeezes to keep it in place for the trip.
*
USS Lovecraft Liberty Ship, Mermaid Atoll, Puerto Rico
Diana knew that James was in a stressed state as soon as she walked in the room. James just sat despondent on a bunk, so Diana took a seat behind him on the bunk and put an arm around him. Neither spoke, Diana realized what becoming the Mistress to this man meant.
*
Olsen Apartment, Metropolis, Upstate New York
Meg was face down in on the bed with a set of pillows an oversized baby’s pacifier muffling her while her and Jimmy’s rubber onesies squeaked and popped as his covered tool sodomized his Mistress. Both rubber adult babies writhed, moaned, and grunted as they rutted.
*
Luthor’s Penthouse, Metropolis, Upstate New York
“Are you sure about this Mercy?” Luthor asked going over the papers again.
“Yes Mr. Luthor,” Mercy shrugged her shoulder, “As you can see there are too many coincidences. The Doctor was once on your team for the Project Cadmus’ Kyrptonian Project. Her departure alone put the project back maybe a decade.”
“And you are sure this offer is from these group?” Luthor asked.
“I can’t confirm that,” Mercy said, “but if it is an opportunity to find out what is going on, would it not be a chance that we would need to take?”
“Someone seems intent on poaching all of the best talents. Where is my personal phone?” Luthor asked.
“Desk Drawer sir,” Mercy didn’t understand what was going on.
“Good night Mercy,” Luthor looked up, “I will be seeing you in the morning.”
“Yes Mr. Luthor.”
*
NSA Phone Intercept, Alexander Luthor calling Bruce Wayne
L: Bruce I hope I am not calling too late.
W: Lex, just in time to make my skin crawl.
L: Now Bruce this is a friendly call.
W: Oh? That is a change of pace, normally we just trade remarks too softly for the Microphones to pick up.
L: Look, neither of us believe that things do or don’t happen for no reason and something has been brought to my attention.
W: What, you earned the title of biggest scum in Metropolis for the fifteenth year straight?
L: One of my top doctors, a head of a major research project who up and quit on us has turned up in Gotham, I am sure even a half-wit like you has heard about the Gordon Girl’s recovery.
W: Wait that was one of your doctors? Do you know her current address? I want to send her a fruit basket and a charitable donation!
Call Terminated
*
Bunker Rest Chambers, Arrow Cave, Star City
Helena looked about, the area had been cleared of much of the warship surplus style bunk bed wall mounts and instead a few large padded ground platforms. Ollie sat on the floor in a blonde bodied, white bellied puppy suit just like Dinah’s, well almost, there was no underwire bra cups built into Ollies’. Dinah took off her coat and boots right away and sat next to Ollie and looked up at her like a puppy.
“So speak ollie boy,” Helena took an air of dominance already, “Why did you bring me out here little pup?”
“We have been talking,” Ollie said after a deep breath, “We started exploring some things after Dinah helped you with that gang and we have come to a point where we have a request to make of you.”
“So what is it?” Helena looked at her finger nails pretending to have no interest.
“We decided that you are the only one we trust and want to beg you to train us to be your latex puppies,” Dinah blurted.
“Let me get this straight, you want me to supervise you turning getting dressed up in rubber dog outfits,” Helena went over the idea, “teaching you to be non-human pets and playthings and possibly have you breed for my amusement?”
Helena could see Ollie’s massive erection and both puppies’ mouth water.
“You do understand that this will require you surrendering yourselves to sexual contact and play without each other and entirely at my command. For instance I might decide Ollie might need to be trained to be the bitch and make arrangements for him to be breed by a stud…”
“It is entirely as Mistress would command,” Both cued with lust filled tones.
“What about the junior archers?” Helena asked.
“We have talked to them about this,” Dinah said, “They agree that submitting to you is in our best interests.”
“And them?” Helena asked.
“Talking amongst themselves,” Ollie said.
“When we opened up to them about our change in lifestyles they were extremely accepting, but they have to figure out their places on their own,” Dinah said.
“Yes, Safe, Consensual, and ethical,” Ollie said.
Helena quickly went over their ages in her head…
“Do you want a Naughty Kitty?” Mia asked from a door way.