"That was the most pizza I think I've ever eaten in one sitting in my entire life," Lois sighed, cupping her tits encased in the skintight black latex catsuit, before running her hands over her flat stomach. She licked her shiny red lips slowly, and looked over at her Rubber Queen, "If I'm not careful, Your Majesty, I'll be too fat to fit into this lovely latex."
"Lois, Lois, Lois," the Rubber Queen tisked, repositioning herself on the plush divan she was seated on. She nodded to Thumbelina, giving her loyal subject a silent command. Thumbelina curtsied, lifting up the ruffled bottom of her shiny latex mini dress in an overly feminine and ceremonial curtsy. She cast the pizza box aside and had soon crawled under the immense, flared out skirt of the gown that had been literally fit for a queen. All in the room could tell Thumbelina was busy eating out the woman that had so lovingly corrupted them, and every former hero, heroine, villain and villainess was jealous of the petite Thumbelina.
"Yes, Your Majesty?" Lois asked, sheepishly. The once brash and bold reporter lowered her head in complete submission to the latex-clad royal.
She kept her position there, even as a sausage dropped to the floor and landed on Meg's foot. Without being told, Jimmy dropped to his knees, lowered his head down and ate it off the top portion of her nine-inch, platform thigh-high boots. He then looked up at Meg and saw that she wasn't pleased. Jimmy immediately snaked out his tongue and began to lick Meg's the white-colored boot with his tongue, cleaning the mess. Lois saw this out of the corner of her eye, and felt the flow of juices trickle out of her bald slit and down her thighs, encased in their skintight shiny prison. The image of Jimmy Olson, her longtime friend, turned perverse fetish submissive, was too much for the poor reporter. All thoughts and feelings of her and Jimmy's friendship had been purged from Lois' warped mind. He was nothing more than a pathetic worm for her and Meg to do with as they pleased, as long as it didn't interfere with their loyal servitude to the Rubber Queen. Nothing could ever interfere with the Rubber Queen's divine plans!
The Rubber Queen closed her eyes and bit her plump bottom lip, and allowed her body to arch forward. She let out a low, throaty moan, informing her subjects of the pleasure Thumbelina's tongue was creating as it dove deeper and deeper into their Queen's wet cunt. The dominant woman's audience felt shivers run down their spines, the sound of their sinful goddess' euphoria making them so wickedly horny. Finally, the Rubber Queen regained her composure and opened her eyes, her gaze focused on Lois Lane once more.
"Lois, do not simply gaze upon me," the Rubber Queen commanded, "Look into my eyes and understand your Queen's words." The reporter's lustful blue eyes, surrounded by darkly colored purple and blue eyeshadow, then refocused and concentrated on the Rubber Queen's commanding stare. She quivered in her latex catsuit, literally filling the nearly non-existent space between her pussy and thighs with her liquid arousal. That was the effect her Queen sparked within her without effort and Lois felt her loyalty grow with each delightful second, "You can be slim, you can be heavy, you can be tall, short. You can be attractive or ugly...." the Rubber Queen paused to look over the rest of the room as she spoke, "And you had all best remember this! ALL ARE WELCOME IN MY RUBBER KINGDOM! All I ask is that you give yourselves to me completely, as you have all done. Obedience is the true form of beauty, and being my subject means you are free to explore all aspects of life society may frown upon. Is that clear?"
Every head in the room bowed in total servitude for their Queen and they all announced, "Yes, my Rubber Queen!"
"So Lois," the Rubber Queen purred, groping her own tits through her latex second-skin, "Do you understand your Queen?"
"Yes, My Queen," Lois husked, her hands pressing against her crotch, the liquid beneath her catsuit teasing her sinful snatch.
"Good girl," the Rubber Queen spoke with a twisted smile, "Now, cum for me. Cum for your Queen, Lois Lane."
Immediately, Lois shrieked in ecstasy, her mouth open wide in pure, rapturous delight as her body shook uncontrollably. Lois Lane, award-winning reporter for the famed Daily Planet, now depraved, latex-clad harlot, had just climaxed on command. The orgasm that was tearing through her body like a runaway train was so powerful, she fell to her side from her kneeling position. The hand at her crotch pressing harder over her steaming hot pussy, while the other attacked her heaving, latex-clad tits. She pinched, groped, fondled and massaged the smooth, shiny material that encased her bust, squealing like a horny schoolgirl, unable to control herself.
"Stephanie, Tim, attend me," The Rubber Queen commanded. Stephanie Brown, dressed in a light pink latex long-sleeved dress that hugged the curve of her ass, trotted over to her Queen in her eigh-inch heeled pumps and immediately began to rub and massage her Queen's right tit from behind. Tim Drake, meanwhile, was wearing nothing more than a pair of latex bicycle shorts and boots. He took his place next to Stephanie and did the same to the Rubber Queen's left.
"May this please you, my Rubber Queen," Tim spoke, and Stephanie licked her glistening pale pink lips slowly in response.
All eyes in the room were glued to the latex-clad monarch and the select few of their fellow subjects lucky enough to be chosen to bring her the pleasure she was owed and deserved so much. All eyes except for Lois, who was still writhing on the floor, and Diana's, now known as the Lady Latex. The woman who had once been Wonder Woman left her place next to James on the love-seat and told him simply to "stay." James would never disobey anything the domme told him, so he just nodded his head frantically. Diana immediately lowered herself onto her hands and knees, and began to crawl slowly but deliberately over to the quivering reporter.
The Lady Latex was quite the sight, with her long, raven-hair pulled back severely into a shiny and straight ponytail that flowed down her back. Her striking blue eyes were surrounded by extra long and curled eyelashes, as well as thick, intimidating black eyeliner. Diana licked her ruby-red lips that glistened in the light of the room, as she stalked Lois as a lion would its prey. Diana wore the least amount of clothing in the entire room, choosing for only a pair of black, thigh-high latex platform boots with a nine-inch heel that caused the perverted Amazon to tower over all. To add to the intimidating look, Diana wore black elbow-length latex gloves and a spiked collar around her neck. Her bare tits, with the newly pierced nipples, hung free as the once proud heroine took her place next to the sprawled out Lois Lane.
Diana lowered herself to Lois, and the reporter felt herself being brought back to reality by the feel of a tongue leaving a cool wet trail across her neck. Lois uttered a loud moan, hoping that the exquisite debauchery would never end. Finally, a voice brought her fully back to the real world.
"Lois," Diana murmured. The latex-clad reporter could feel Diana's hot breath next to her ear, and she finally opened her bleary, heavily-made up eyes. She raised herself so she was resting her head on one arm, and looked into the mad, blue eyes of the Lady Latex herself.
"Lois, I believe it is time for Clarke to take his place at the Rubber Queen's side. Just as you and I have," Diana husked, rubbing the side of Loi's whorishly made-up face with the back of her gloved hand. Lois, in turn, nuzzled the hand and purred almost like a cat being stroked. Diana moved closer, both women's shiny red lips just inches away from one another, "For Clark to finally know the divine pleasure it is to serve under the Rubber Queen..."
"It would be so delicious!" Lois moaned, a wicked smile playing on her face. With the Man of Steel becoming the Man Devoted to Rubber, the Rubber Queen would be unstoppable!
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