The warehouse was now filled with the exhausted, sweaty bodies of the seven orgygoers. Puddles of fluid lined the ground. Alfred was the first to return to his feet, followed shortly by Robin.

Clark attempted to rise next but quickly slipped on a puddle of semen. As Robin helped the Kryptonian up, Bruce stood on shaky legs. The Penguin, however, refused to get up, instead lying under the table and quietly sobbing.

The eldest of the men, that ancient warlock, picked himself up and stood an inch or two above the others. He paused for a moment, considering how to word his next proclamation, before speaking.

"I must confess, I have a reason to be in Gotham other than anal sex. A mission I think that you all may be able to help with, considering your unique skill-sets."

"Fuck off!" shouted the Penguin from under the table, which earned him a kick in the ribs. As he sulked, the rest of the managerie of heroes stood around the mage, eager to assist in his plans.

"We'll do whatever we can to help!" shouted Robin triumphantly, his dick swinging as he saluted Albus.

"So, er, what's your mission?" asked Clark.

"Well, it's a little hard to explain without knowing the reasons for it. I could tell you, but why, when I could show you?"

Albus reached into his robes, which were lying on the ground. He found a little mokeskin bag, reached into it, and withdrew a concrete dish about the size of a dinner plate and a vial of silvery liquid. He placed the dish on the table and poured the liquid into it.

"What is it?" asked Bruce.

"I think it's a pensieve," replied Batgirl, mystified.

Before their very eyes, visions of a time long past flashed in the mirror.

Bruce put his face into the pensieve and suddenly found himself falling through, landing roughly on a hard brick ground lit only by torches. Behind him fell Batgirl, then Alfred and Clark, then Robin, and finally Dumbledore.

"Welcome to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore with a flourish. "The dungeons."

"Hrmm..."

The group looked up to see the Penguin, fully dressed and floating to the ground with his umbrella.

"Penguin, I thought you weren't coming," Alfred called to the villain, astonished.

"Ehh," the Penguin sneered back, "I don't have much else to do."

"Excellent!" cheered Dumbledore, clapping his hands together, "Now come along. You all must see this."

The tiny window they had fallen through winked away into the darkness. Bruce worried for a moment how they would return to Gotham, but was suddenly distracted by a sound from a room down the hallway. Behind a locked door there was the sound of a thick, sweaty slapping, and the voices of two men.

Dumbledore, still naked, led the group to the door and passed through it like a ghost. The others followed and found themselves in a dank, dark classroom, with dusty books and vile, bubbling liquids on one end and empty desks through the other. The conspicuous exception to the emptiness were the naked forms of a middle-aged man with a small, dark beard and a boy of about 18 entwined in the throes of buttfucking.

"Oh, wow," whispered Clark before covering his mouth, afraid that he'd be noticed.

Dumbledore chuckled. "Don't worry," he said, "They can't hear you."

"Albus," Bruce began, "That man there..."

"Yes?"

"He looks like... You."

"Ha!" the Penguin interjected, "So you dragged us all the way in here to show us one of your sexual escapades with a student?"

"Not quite," the wizard replied calmly, "Keep watching."

The younger Dumbledore pumped with youthful gusto, ramming the student harder and harder. Each screamed with delight. After a moment the boy flipped onto his back, and presented his still-erect wang to the professor for tongue-polishing. The older Dumbledore looked pleased for a moment, but then turned warily to the door.

Young Dumbledore's tongue went up and down the erect penis, each rotation bringing it closer and closer to climax. The student began to moan with delight. "Albus... Albus...!"

Just as the youth ejaculated the door burst open, thrown from its hinges. Through it entered a third mighty snake: this one weighing several tons and easily 10 meters long. The room was now populated by the two lovers, the naked heroes (unseen), and a basilisk.

Shocked at the sight of the giant serpent, the young Albus immediately yanked his head away from the boy's member, summarily ruining his orgasm. "Good God!" shouted the wizard professor, "Tom, what is that thing doing in here?"

"Tom?" whispered Batgirl, but the elder Dumbledore remained silent and directed her to keep watching.

"I-I thought she could join in," the boy muttered, a little embarassed.

The enormous snake approached the two men. "Don't worry," confided the smaller one who was apparently named Tom. "She won't petrify you unless I tell her to."

Young Albus looked skeptically at the basilisk. "But where are we supposed to put our dicks?"

Tom smirked. He whispered something in an arcane tongue to the oversized reptile, and without another word she immediately wrapped her tongue around Albus's cock. The coiled tongue stroked the wizard's shaft while the forked tip teased his head.

"Oh my..." groaned Albus. Not wanting to leave her master out, she raised her tail in the air and presented her cloaca to the boy while she was performing on Dumbledore.

The snake curved in such a way that Dumbledore and Tom could look each other in the eye as they fucked her. The serpentine tongue constricted the older wizard's staff gently, while to the back the younger wizard pumped faster and faster into the egghole. The basilisk hissed with delight; Dumbledore moaned; Tom grunted rhythmically.

Observing the spectacle, the older Dumbledore's hand gripped the dong below it. He began jerking off in his own memory.

The rest of the group, seeing their leader's approval, began to masturbate as well. In fact, Batgirl had been fingering herself since before the basilisk appeared. The Penguin, however, remained still, leaning against the wall and pretending to be disgusted. He definitely wasn't turning away, though.

Tom, in his ecstasy, gripped his serpent's tail and began to fellate it as if it were a cock. This new sensation surprised the basilisk, and her tongue tightened around Albus's cock even more.

She felt the massive schlong inside her begin to thrust slightly more slowly, deliciously so, teasing her with every ounce of titilation it so greedily hoarded. At the same time the sensation of Tom's tongue on the tip of her tail drove her nearer and nearer to climax, pushing her slowly but loudly to the brink.

Finally, from somewhere far above them, a clock chimed twelve times, loudly enough to almost startle the spectators out of their self-immolation. On the eleventh chime Tom and Dumbledore each began to cum, twitching delightedly and letting out sighs of relief and pleasure. The next second, on the twelfth chime, the basilisk achieved climax and begain to seizure majestically, flailing through rows and rows of desks and squirting a great amount across the floor, letting out a hiss like a pot of boiling water poured onto an ice sculpture.

The serpent's ejaculation streaked across the air, showering everyone in the group (sans the Penguin, who protected himself with his umbrella). For those who hadn't already reached orgasm, the feeling of that reptile's sex fluid splattering across their face and into their mouths drove them right over the edge. Soon there was a large puddle of jizz soaking into the floorboards in front of the group.

For some time, the younger Albus, Tom, and the basilisk lied on the ground, resting in the afterglow. Eventually, Dumbledore stood to his feet. He scratched his beard, wondering how they would repair the desks their serpentine lay had smashed.

Suddenly, someone else entered the room. The burliest 14 year old anybody had ever seen lumbered through the doorway where the basilisk had crashed through.

"Rubeus, why are you down here in the middle of the night? You're supposed to be in your house's common area."

"Well, perfessor Dumbledore, I was doing yer transfiguration homework and wasn't sure if you meant fer us to use the Aguamenti charm, or th- what're you doing in the dungeons, anyway?"

"Well, I've been fucking Tom and his snake thing here."

Rubeus looked past Dumbledore and spied Tom, whose member was sticking straight in the air and beginning to deflate. The basilisk was still writhing next to the young student, a mixture of squirt and semen slowly dribbling out of her cloaca. "Ha!" said the stocky student standing before Albus, "He any good?"

The professor chuckled. "Not bad, no. Now, you go back to your dormitory. I'll assist you with your homework tomorrow. Right now, we need to clean up this mess."

"Heh, I c'n see. Oh, by the way, er, are we still on fer Saturd'y?"

"Of course!" Dumbledore patted his student on the shoulder. Rubeus smiled, and headed out of the classroom. Dumbledore watched him leave, and turned around to find Tom, fully alert and staring him in the eyes.

"What did he mean, 'on for Saturday? What are you and Hagrid doing?'" Tom asked with a jealous tone.

Dumbledore laughed. Realizing Tom was serious, he said, "Tom, I've fucked hundreds of students here. Didn't you know that?"

"What!?" Tom drew his wand. "I thought this was special! I thought-" he shot a burst of flame from the tip, which Dumbledore ducked to avoid- "we were fucking-" a turquoise burst flew past Dumbledore's head and hit the wall, leaving a scorch- "from the HEART!"

He punctuated this last syllable with a bright green flash of light, which knocked a bookshelf over.

Suddenly the merriment was gone from Dumbedore's eye. "You are not to use the Killing Curse, Tom. I'm sorry if you misunderstood our relationship."

"Fuck you, Albus!" Tom shrieked. He turned to the basilisk and barked another arcane command to it. The serpent pulled herself out of her languor and slithered over to Dumbledore. He braced himself for the worst, but then she wrapped her reptilian lips around his member and began to blow him. "No, you damn snake, I didn't mean- UGHHH!" Fed up, Tom grabbed his clothes and ran out of the room. Pointing at Albus, he cried, "You'll pay for this you fucking slut!"

The serpent looked apologetically at the wizard she was currently sucking on and shrugged, as much as a creature with no shoulders can shrug. Dumbledore nodded, understanding. She released Albus' member and hurried after her master.

Suddenly the scene began to lose focus and blur; after a moment Bruce, Alfred, Clark, Robin, Batgirl, the Penguin, and Albus found themselves standing again in the abandoned warehouse, now with even more semen on the ground.

"And that," said Dumbledore simply, "is how I managed to sex someone into being the most feared dark wizard of all time."

"Holy Hypnotists!" Robin exclaimed, "You mean that boy was..."

"He who should not be named?" finished Batgirl.

"The very same," Dumbledore replied, "And now, let me tell you about our mission."