Underground Complex, Metropolis
Meg came in holding the boxes of cloths for the most recent batches of converts. She made sure each pod had the correct bag placed next to it. Meg smiled as she put the tiger striped catsuit on the bin for Cat Grant’s pod. She blew a kiss at the pod before moving on laughing at the soon to be thrall.
*
Fortress of Solitude
Kara finished setting up the camera and turned it on, she rushed over to join Karen by the bed that they had improvised. They proceeded to kneel before the camera, faces down, hands on their knees.
“These unworthy servants request that Madam Lois Lane watch this video and consider them for her slavery,” the pair chanted together, “These unworthy servants are prepared to submit themselves to any training that Madam Lois requires.”
The pair proceeded to put on rubber wrist cuffs and then reach back and put on the ankle cuffs. They did not put on the collars however. That ritual was reserved for their mistress. The two then took a bottle each of lube and a shining cloth. They shined the pink latex under bust corsets in unison. Next came the ritual of shining each other’s clear rubber bras. The pair proceeded to polish each other’s black latex covered arms. Moving so they sat crotch to crotch and their legs were in each other’s laps, the pair polished their black rubber stockings.
“For the further pleasure of Madam Lois,” the Kryptionians recited together.
Kara and Karen began to suck on each other’s rubber clad foot. Both girls tried to get as much of their opposite’s foot into their mouths as possible. After four or five minutes of foot fucking each other’s mouth the pair used the levitation powers to raise themselves up and kiss their way down each other’s legs to the tops of the rubber stockings.
“For Madam’s Lois’ further consideration,” the pair moved into a floating sixty nine together.
They worked each other’s exposed sex with their tongues and their counterpart’s ass hole with their gloved hand. With each lap of the tongue and pump of a finger the pair was brought closer and closer to ecstasy. Before they came, the pair went back to kneeling on the ground. Both were flush with passion and excitement, but they had read that a sex slave had to be able to hold themselves back until given permission by their mistress. The pair went about suckling their opposite’s thinly covered left tit. Despite the differences their ages meant in their bodies, the two worked hard to maintain their choreography. They made sure to rest their idle hands on their knees before moving to suckle their partner’s right tit.
“Please Madam Lois,” the pair chanted as they broke off their display, “Consider these unworthy servants for positions in your harem of slaves.”
On the far side of the main chamber of the Fortress stood a rather confuse Conner “Superboy” (Kon-El) Kent. He resolved to go talk to Clark “Superman” (Kal-El) Kent or better yet, the expert on women and what the hell women thought; Wonder Woman.
*
Clocktower, Gotham City
Barbara was waken in the early afternoon by the first of the catering delivery people. Confused Barbara tried to figure out what was going on with the manager.
“What order?” Barbara asked.
“Right here,” the man said, “Catering layout for ten, Friday night, Barbara Gordon, Penthouse Appartment. The slip is right here.”
The slip slide throw the mail slot had all the correct information and suddenly made sense when Barbara saw the two missing clues. The order was generated by Colleen, the Rubber Queen’s hand maiden, and there was a side note requesting extra heavy on the Bliss, the Rubber Kingdom’s mind warping hypnotic drug.
“Hmm, the girls are going to be eating out of my hands,” Barbara smiled as she opened the door.