Dark DC: DoomWorld
-Star City-
He poured himself a drink.
It tasted good.
Everything tasted good now to Damien Darhk.
Sara and Amaya walked in. They walked towards Dahrk in a deliberate and obedient way. They were grinning, and eager to show the evil sorcerer just how thoroughly they obeyed him that night.
Damien laughed to himself as he sensed the sexy heroines behind him. Gone were the heroes. Now they were his 'bimbo brigade'. They marched in Star City, in their tight black fightsuits… doing anything their master commanded them to do. They fought, they killed… and they obeyed their orders without question.
Sara Lance stood proudly before Darhk. She was in tight leather pants, a tactful ponytail… and her large breasts were spilling out of her small, tight, black top. Amaya wore a similar black suit, her curves and breasts were displayed just as vulgarly. Like Sara there was a ponytail, and more makeup on her face than any crimefighter would think appropriate. They were designed to show the city that Damien was in charge… he was in charge of everything, even his former enemies.
If the city only knew what sluts they really were. His sluts. Sluts in tight black leather, serving their master with every part of their bodies obediently to Damien's every want.
"Well done, ladies." Damien marched around his office. Pretending to be the mayor was fun. Seeing his enemies serving him was even better, "Star City owes you both a debt of gratitude."
"Just doing our job… Mr. Mayor." Amaya hummed back. She was proud. Proud that she was serving someone as powerful as Damien. She wanted to give him more… give him everything he wanted.
"Yes, but you do it so well. And you do it with such… style." Damien scanned his women. They were standing at attention for him. They were all so attentive and compliant now. The girls just fawned. In this reality, Sara and Amaya fawned over everything Damien Darhk did. Sara, in particular, was staring at her master, letting him know how deeply she yearned for his praise. Sara Lance bent a bit lower for Damien, hoping that her wonderful cleavage could please him even more.
"And you did a bang up job dealing with my 'pest' problem."
Felicity Smoak was on her knees. She was placed there. Sara and Amaya, the Canary and the Vixen had dominated her. They had beaten her and they had made the bespectacled blond hero submit to their overwhelming power. Felicity fought as best she could. But Sara was merely toying with her. She threw her down a massive flight of stairs, with barely more than a finger. Sara was the ultimate assassin, and now she served Damien Darhk's every whim. She nearly killed her friend, because pleasing a member of the Legion made Sara Lance swoon with pleasure.
Sara and Amaya grinned. In their minds, they had been raised up, they had been trained and they had been blessed. They had been blessed to serve Damien Dahrk… the powerful sorcerer who ruled Star City, and could take anyone or anything he wanted. Just with a wave of his hand.
He looked at Felicity. This 'Green Arrow' was beaten and broken. He had a fantasy of killing them. All of them… making them evaporate in a nuclear fire. But then he looked at how soft Ms. Smoak's skin was. He smelled the erotic scent of her hair. He knew that this woman once loved Oliver Queen, and she had no idea how much better he was than Oliver… in every possible way. Sara knew, she knew which man was the real champion of Star City, and Felicity deserved to cuckold Oliver too. In this world, in Doomworld, Damien Dahrk held all the power. He could play with his toys… the way the sadistic man had always dreamed of now.
"I will take this mask." Damien stated. "And add it to my collection. But no killing though."
With nothing more than a thought, Felicity was powerless and floating in the air. A great fear took the failed heroine's face. Damien took what he wanted, "I'd rather skip all of the boring monologue stuff, and just get this one cleaned up."
Felicity was then sent away. Dahrk's servants would take her, clean her… prepare her for the master, once he was done playing with his other toys.
"After all, what's the point of being so powerful, if I don't get to have my fun?"
Sara and Amaya just stared deeply at Damien. He was so confident. He was so perfect. So powerful. Their bodies were on display for the man who conquered Star City. deep down, they wanted him to take more. They wanted their man to order them. They grew excited, and horny knowing that Damien could use their lethal, sexy bodies any way he wanted now. Two pairs of perfect breasts heaved for Damien. They hoped he was hungry tonight… They wanted their man to play with them.
"Amaya!" Damien barked at his sexy, black assassin. She walked towards her master… She walked in an animalistic way that told Darhk she was his.
"Yes, boss?" Her breasts heaved. Her lips curled. The panther inside of the Vixen was ready to pounce on him… to burst and ravage her powerful master.
"Go see Mick. He's getting bored. Keep him… entertained, so that he stays in line."
Amaya smiled at this. Darhk was asking her to whore herself out for him… for the Legion of Doom. She growled for him, and she bowed the way she knew her master liked her to bow. He wanted a deep sign of respect, and Amaya's body shuttered for how much she wanted Damien.
"Of course, boss." Amaya said. She ran her hands down her curves, her big black breasts almost bursting out of the tight leather. She wanted Damien to see all of her curves… she wanted him to know how eager she was to follow his orders, "You know that I can do so many things… to keep any man… or woman… loyal to you."
Damien growled back at her. He thought of all of the times he had taken the Vixen… all the times he had claimed her. And how eager Amaya was to use her strong, supple body to pleasure her superior. Damien had commanded her to do so many things with her body… to him and to Dinah… that he knew that a lesser man would be dominated by the sexy animal she was. But nothing could dominate Damien Darhk… and after claiming her holes over and over again… Amaya knew that her body truly was just a plaything for her powerful man.
"That's my little pussycat." Damien spanked her. He took what he wanted from the Vixen, and she did nothing but obey him, "Off you go."
Amaya moaned and licked her lips for Damien. She then turned around, and marched towards her next mission. Amaya shook her perfect ass for her master… knowing that her ass was something no man could resist. She would let these powerful men from the Legion impale her, and she would moan their names, as though they were the gods of old. Soon the Vixen would be consumed with heat… her body would be conquered and her pussy would climax from the feelings her powerful men would command her to feel.
As Amaya went off… to whore herself out for Damien… Sara just smiled. She loved it. She loved knowing that Amaya was going to fuck Mick, satisfy Mick, and keep the Heatwave loyal to all of their master's plans. She wanted to belong to Damien. She was his to command now. His to use… and misuse if he wanted. Her smile was an invitation for the all powerful ruler to take her the way Sara knew he wanted to take her.
As Damien saw his enthralled, African servant go, and his blond servant eye-fuck him… he praised the Spear of Destiny… No one could resist its power. The entire world broke to it, and Damien was now a king of kings. Soon, Felicity Smoak would be rewritten. She had lost his little game, so now the sexy blond would become nothing more than another of Damien Darhk's whores. She would be rewritten into this reality as his slave, just like Sara Lance was turned into his loyal and eager acolyte.
"What else can I do, sir… '' Canary took a step toward her master. Her big boobs rocked for him. Her eyes, darkened by so much mascara, gave him her total focus. Her curvy body moved for him… it moved towards the sorcerer that conquered her city.
On the first day, Damien wanted Sara to resist him… to try and fight back. She couldn't. He was too powerful, and Sara was too eager to submit to the most powerful man she had ever seen. Since then, Sara moved exactly as Damien wanted her to move. Sara worshiped Damien just as she knew Damien wanted to be worshiped. And Sara yielded her body… she yielded her body completely… because it belonged to Damien Darhk. Sara belonged to Damien Darhk now… and it made the sexy blond horny and eager to give her man more.
"Oh, Ms. Lance." Damien breathed in. she smelled too good. She was his favorite plaything, and the Dark Lord of Star City wanted to play, "I have plenty of… delicious plans for you!"
Using his power, he painfully brought his Canary into his arms. She was helpless. Completely helpless to his dark powers. And she loved it. She yearned for it. His ungodly hands were now all over the blond's body, and they felt up every inch they wanted of Sara Lance. All Sara could do was moan. She moaned so loud for Damien Darhk, she bit her lips, and grinded her ass onto his shaft.
Deep in her mind, Canary remembered hating this man. She hated Damien Darhk more than anyone alive. But that mind was gone, that life was over. Now, she was being taken… molested by a creature of pure strength and dominance. Sara needed more of him. Sara needed so much more. She grinded her ass into her master with more intensity. Her ass was so big and inviting. She wanted her master to know that he could take it. She wanted her evil master to do evil things with her perfect, feminine body.
"Fuck me, master." Sara begged. She was so weak compared to him. She wanted to feel Damien's power, "Fuck me… I'm yours..."
"You are mine." His power hit Sara with such force, such sertanty, that the blond fell to her hands and knees. She was presenting her perfect ass to her master. She was being held for him, like a dog. Damien kept going, "You are mine to take and torchure… again and again and again."
With those humiliating words, all Sara could do was shake her ass. It was the only control she had, and she wanted to shake for Damien, to let him know that she was his to defile.
"Take me! Take me!" Sara Lance begged, while twerking her ass like a bitch in heat, "Let me feel it, master… please let me feel it!"
"Oh, I will, little bird." Damien's power then ripped her clothing. They were in tatters. So much of Sara's perfect flesh was now displayed for her master. Sara loved it, she loved that with a mere thought, the master of Star City could break her. She wanted her master to break her. She was begging for his cock like a bitch.
"But you're not the only girl that I need to put under my boot." Damien went on. He was so turned on by his sexy servants' submission. But he wanted her deeper. He needed her deeper, "So if you really want my big cock to break you in two… I'm going to use you. I need to 'reinforce' another girl… another slave that needs my cock. You're a leader, Sara. Will you let me show another slave how my whores… my slutty and useless whores… are supposed to fuck me?"
Sara moaned in compliance. She was too horny to speak. It was so wrong, and that was pushing her mind to want it. She wanted to be fucked, as another helpless female slave watched her debasement. It was so wrong, but Sara needed it from Damien so badly.
"I'll take that as a yes. Bring her in."
Damien was so turned on. Mere days ago, Sara Lance was leading a team to come and kill him. Now, she was twerking, moaning and begging him to ravage her body. It was everything the sorcerer wanted. It validated every dark choice he had made since his time in the League of Assassins. He put his foot on Sara's big ass. She was his property, and Sara knew it. He wanted to experience Sara's pain, her confusion and her anguish…
As she saw a beaten and bruised Laurel Lance fly into the office.
Sara, still muling for Damien's cock, saw her sister. She was as beautiful as ever, but Laurel looked so broken and hurt. She was seeing Damien Dahrk, the man who killed her in a past life, and was torturing and defiling her in this one, standing over her sweaty, moaning and near-naked sister. Damien was going to break them both. And Damien was going to make them both beg him for more before this evening was up.
"Oh, please… " Sara started to mulle.
"Please… please what, Ms. Lance? You know me, I like specifics from those under me."
Sarah looked back at her sister. The shame of it overwhelmed her soul. She knew what this man was, what he did and how he broke her family. And here she was, his footstool, his slut, his eager and willing whore. Laurel saw just how deeply Sara was going to betray her memory… just for the hope of an orgasm from her murderer. It was humiliating, and the Canary was supposed to be a champion of justice. In any other setting, Sara would have fought back. She would have found a way to turn the tables and make Damien pay for the injustice he brought to the world.
But she was on Doomworld, and Sara Lance's soul belonged to the Legion of Doom. She wanted more, and now she was going to get it. She was going to surrender herself for it, right in front of her loving sister. She was too weak not to submit to Damien Dahrk's unlimited power over her. And she wanted Laurel to know that she was nothing but a set of holes for this powerful man to use.
"Please… please fuck me… fuck me, boss!"
Damien got low. She smelled so good for him. She looked even better. And she felt and tasted like a prize worthy of someone so powerful. Damien's power suit stayed on, but his big, powerful cock was out.
He teased Sara's sex. Sara moaned and rocked her body for her master's satisfaction. As sexy as Sara was though, Damien's eyes were not on her. They were on Laurel. They were on the woman, forced to watch as Damien Darhk was going to get everything he wanted from her baby sister.
"I'm told that I will kill you in 'my' future." Damien said to Laurel. He was so focused on getting his big cock into Sarah from behind, that his taunts to Laurel Lance were horse and animalistic. But he loved that he was breaking her. He was breaking her in a way worse than her death ever could. "But why waste such nice flesh? After all… "
With that, Damien forced his powerful cock into Sara. The younger Lance sister let out a powerful scream. It was a scream of pleasure and pain… and it all belonged to her master. As he slammed in again, Sarah needed to send her big ass back. She needed to meet her man's thrusts. She needed Damien Darhk to be pleased by every inch of her body… even if her sister looked at the new sluttified Sarah in shocked and disgraced silence.
"I'm so powerful now… yes… I'm so powerful now, I don't think just one Lance sister will be able to satisfy me." He gave Sara's big ass a big spank at that. It just made Sara get more dirty… she wanted to feel his cock, and act like a whore for more.
Laurel looked afraid. She had reason to be. Damien was crazily slamming into Sara. he was taking her, and Sara was begging for more, and bouncing back at such speed it looked like Damien was going to break her. And Laurel could not look away. Damien was too powerful not to look away from.
"So fucking tight… so… delicious." Damien enjoyed every thrust. He enjoyed every sensation of taking the Canary with his big, powerful cock. Just like he did the day before… and the day before that. They all belonged to him now. Anything he wanted he would take. It all belonged to him, thanks to the Legion of Doom.
"Keep going, Ms. Lance… keep taking it. Like the whore you are! Take it deeper and deeper. And then I'll make you really… really… bond with your sister."
With that warning, with Canary's dark eyes betraying how much pleasure she was feeling… Sara thrust back faster. She wanted it. She wanted to give him her all. The Canary needed to feel every powerful inch of his powerful, undefeatable cock. No matter what, she was going to obey her master… Damien Darhk… and yield to his every touch.
The master assassin looked at her defeated sister, and began to form plans on how she could best use her body to please her ultimate master.
-Central City-
Eobard Thawne's laboratory was humming with activity.
The blond scientist watched his accelerator be built, by a large group of eager and dedicated slaves.
One slave was being particularly obedient to his wants now.
The Reverse Flash was receiving a mind bending blowjob from Caitlyn Snow.
"Oh, fuck yes… " Thawne moaned, as Caitlyn's sexy lips bobbed up and down the scientist's cock, "So good… I always knew… you'd be so good… "
That gave Caitlyn a happy feeling. The beautiful young geneticist could do nothing but stare at the big cock and worship it even more. She had been trained by Dr. Thawne for a long time… and unknown to the sexy woman, the mentorship was a slow way to make her his devoted sex-slave. She had been groomed by him, until there was nothing she could do but serve him. Both in the old world and this one, Caitlyn knew that the brilliant, unbeatable man from the future had surrounded her life. And now he was taking her like a common slut in between tests on his Particle Accelerator, and it was all Caitlyn Snow had ever wanted.
"Oh fuck… And for what it's worth… after all of our 'tests' i still don't know… if I like your mouth or your ass better, Dr. Snow."
Caitlyn moaned at that. The times he had taken her… the time's the all powerful Reverse-Flash had put her in her place…
"Don't forget the balls, Dr. Snow… you'll be a good girl and lick my balls, won't you?"
There was no resistance. Rather, there was excitement. On her knees for her master, Caitlyn got even lower for him. She would get as low as he wanted her to get. His balls were large, heavy and firm. They had so much to give, and as debasing as it was, Caitlyn loved knowing that there was nothing this powerful blond man could not ask for that she would then not give him. She licked him in a perverse way… she knew he liked her messy, sloppy and rough, so Caitlyn was going to slobber and suck until her master Eobard got all the pleasure he wanted.
"Oh yes! By the Speed Force! Yes!" The Reverse Flash loved how it felt. But he knew he was close now. The sweet, submissive, and yearning way Caitlyn always looked at him made it so easy for Eobard to get his release from the amber haired girl. He grabbed her head with such force. He needed his cock deep inside the girl's mouth now. She was his possession, she knew it, and she needed to feel the speed of his cock, and how it could vibrate so fast that their pleasure would be undeniable. She did not just take his face-fucking… she wanted his face-fucking to pleasure him so much that he came inside her mouth.
Eobard Thawne was the mastermind behind what the world now called the Legion of Doom. And now that they had rewritten the world, Thawne gave no pretense to being a moral man. He was a sociopath. He was a stalker from the future, slowly playing with and torturing those he idolized from his past. And now, as he was about to cum all the way down 'Killer Frost's' face, he knew that it would never end. He genuinely enjoyed working with her, Cisco and the others in his guise of Harrison Wells. But he knew that he needed to play out the dark fantasies that dominated his mind… he needed to live out every dark fantasy. That was why he did not bother bringing back Ronnie Raymond; Caitlyn's fiance. He was a nice enough engineer, but Thawne saw no purpose in bringing the man back… Caitlyn was going to be far too busy to have the attention of any other man.
"Take it… take it, Dr. Snow! Take it all over your sexy, fucking face!"
That praise made Caitlyn moan. She moaned like a whore for the powerful man. Eobard had remade Central City. All of these people… these legends that he had worshiped from the future… obsessed with the future… Now they all served him. They served him like he always knew they would. He had a dark, dirty mind, and he was going to make every perverted fantasy he wanted with the Flash Family come true.
He came… he came so hard, and covered Caitlyn's beautiful face and hair. The young woman moaned. She yearned to please him… and now she did. Her pleasure overtook her. She was a prized possession of Eobard Thawne, and she wanted him to know that there was no limit to what he could make her do. Caitlyn's mouth was an excellent way to relieve stress and satisfy his wants.
But he looked around his laboratory. He wanted more, he needed more right now.
A vibrational glow took over Thawne's body. He moved faster… he moved so fast, that he was restoring his stamina at a superhuman level. In the blink of an eye, the Reverse Flash was resting his body… getting himself ready for more. His deflated cock was now at full mast once again. He could get anything he wanted. The Reverse Flash was about to get everything he wanted.
"Time to get back to work, Dr. Snow..." Eobard said. Caitlyn rose, and turned around. It was time for her to go back to work… a work she enjoyed, for a master that made her satisfied in every way. The Reverse-Flash spanked her tight ass as she walked away… all Dr. Snow could do was to shake her ass for her man as she moved on to her next assignment.
"After all, I have such important experiments to do today, don't I, Mr. Allen?"
Just to the side of his impressive desk, was Barry Allen. The young man was in a harness, his arms and legs stretched and his face always forced to look at what the Reverse FLash was doing. It looked like a high-tech Crucifix, and Barry was bound to stare at the man that had destroyed his life. Once The Fastest Man Alive, there was no one in the multiverse that Eobard Thawne looked up to more than 'The Flash'. When the time traveling Speedster met Barry in person, after adoring him from Barry's future, the kind, clever and heroic man lived up to Thawne's every expectation. But Thawne was a sociopath. His love for The Flash turned into an unhealthy obsession. That obsession turned into an uncontrollable rage. And eventually, beyond his control, Eobard grew to hate Barry Allen. He hated him so much, but needed him so close…
So he would keep Barry close. He would torture him, always looking at the world Eobard created… because that was the only way a man like the Reverse Flash could satisfy his dark, sociopathic needs.
"Is he safe, secured and ready… Detective Spivot?"
Kneeling below Barry, an incredibly attractive blond woman was on her knees. From her look, this was a police officer, and she was treating the man tied up in mechanical harnesses like a 'perp'.'She was tying Barry down just as Eobard Thawne had ordered her to.
"Yes, Doctor… he's… he's all ready for you." the woman straightened herself up. She wanted to look presentable. It wasn't every day a cop got to be in the presence of Eobard Thawne… the master of Central City. Patty Spivot was called to help him secure a metahuman prisoner. She, like the entire city, had deep respect and reverence for Dr. Thawne. But her big eyes glowed even brighter than normal as the Blond man approached her. It was like there was an attraction. An immediate attraction that caused Patty to swoon for the powerful man. The man was intense. He circled Patty, he was taking her in. and Patty was letting him. She was normally a fierce and independent woman… men should only come close when she is ready for them too. But she felt her defenses fading around him. She felt herself feel an unearthly excitement standing at attention for Eobard Thawne.
"He's all set up… he's secured. You can… you can do anything you want to him now, sir."
Barry's heart sank. He had watched him take so much. Seeing his friend Caitlyn's blowjob was not the first time he had seen the Reverse-Flash take what he wanted from one of his friends. And he knew what was about to happen. Patty was not the first person Barry saw fall to Eobard. Knowing what the twisted man was about to do to Patty horrified Barry. But Barry had long since given up trying to fight him back. As he saw Patty begin to pant as Eobard invaded her space, Barry knew that she would fall to his enemy… they all fell to Thawne now.
"Really, Officer? You think Barry over there will cause me any problems?"
He was so close to her now… and Patty began to lose control. He was too close. But her sexy body just squirmed and presented itself to the man. She wanted Thawne even closer to her now.
"Of course… of course, doctor. The cage is your design. No one beats your designs. We all know that no one in this city can… can cause you any sort of problem. It's your city… it all belongs to you… "
He grabbed her pussy. It filled Patty with lust. Divine lust. Every instinct told her it was wrong. But she was being grabbed by a member of the Legion of Doom. She just let his power overtake her.
"It does, doesn't it, Ms. Spivot?" Thawne took his pleasure. He studied her sexy face. He enjoyed seeing her start to moan for him, "Everything in Central City… if I want it, I take it."
"Yes!" Patty finally shot out. Her pleasure was so intense… but she needed to acknowledge his power over her. She needed this powerful man to get everything he wanted, "Take it… take it…"
In a blink of an eye, Eobard was behind Patty. Her police shirt was opened. Her large breasts were out. Her big, round ass was on Eobard's cock. The way he held her, her eyes were forced to look at the defeated Barry Allen. But her attention was on the Reverse-Flash. She rocked her ass back as the Reverse-Flash took her pussy with his fingers.
"I've studied everything about this city… everything about the Fastest Man Alive from your time. In my time, you were the one that got away. The only other one he might have truly loved. But you can't escape me. You don't want to escape me… do you, Detective Spivot?"
"Never! Just please! Please I need more… " She moaned. She moaned in a sexy tone, and Eobard grew even harder. He had never heard her voice. But he always knew, from the history books, that Patty Spivot must have been a real hot piece of ass. And here she was… moaning for him. Her ass was bouncing back on his hard cock. Her wet pussy was beginning to climax under the fast hand of the Reverse-Flash. She was another one of his women… another Flash girlfriend, like Linda and Felicity that now belonged to Eobard. Another girl that learned who the real ruler of Central City truly was.
"And you'll get more, Patty." She had a massive orgasm, his vibrating hand still inside of her. Her pleasure was so plain and obvious for Barry to see. But then she collapsed. She fell the moment he pulled away from her. She was on her knees, bent before Eobard, now willing to do anything he asked to get a taste of that pleasure again. She had tears of joy, and Thawne looked at her with no emotions. He was not capable of empathy. He just wiped his soaked hand in Patty's blond hair and put her in her place, "You'll get more… whenever I want to take you."
"Oh yes, Eobard… " Barry's heart sank. He knew that voice. He knew that voice and hated knowing that it was purring for Eobard, "You can take anything you want… "
In red lingerie, the gorgeous Iris West came up to her man. She passed Barry, not even giving him a look. Her eyes were fixed on her man. Her eyes were fixed on the master of Central City, as she swayed her hips for his pleasure. The chained superhero watched as the woman he had loved since childhood came before the Reverse-Flash, ready to be taken by him.
"After all, my love." Iris said, presenting her dark body to her blond master, "Anything is possible… for the fastest man alive."
On other days, Eobard played games with the two lovers. He would make Iris moan in pleasure as Barry was powerless to stop him. He would let Iris resist, only for him to use his super-speed on her… making her unable resist cumming. He made her compare both of their cocks...the enthralled Iris unable to want anything other than Eobard's massive member, leaving Barry broken and cucked. He would even use his sexual torchure of the sexy reporter in front of the others… even her father. But today was the first time he was going to take Iris and Patty at the same time… in ways Barry never even dreamed of. So, unlike much of what Eobard did with his life, he gave Barry no thought. He was not going to slow this down for anything.
"Take us… Take us… my love." Iris went in for her kiss. The young woman threw herself at Eobard… just as she had been trained to do. He took her. His hands moved so fast that to anyone it would look like a crazed blur. That is, to anyone other than Barry Allen. Barry had to watch every second of Eobard put his hands on Iris… grab Iris… take Iris in any way the villain wanted. No matter how fast they went, to Barry it was an eternity. And Barry would see that with everything he took, it only made Iris West moan louder for him.
In no time, Iris was on her hands and knees… with her master's big cock pounding her with all his might. The screams Iris gave to Eobard, as he moved his cock faster into her pussy than any man could, rocked the entire building. As they started to talk dirty to each other, it felt like their sex made the entire city shake. She was his. Iris West belonged to the Flash's greatest enemy and she thrust her nice ass back into the fast cock… begging her man for more.
"All of those times… I've masturbated to you… wanted you… now look at… shit… your just… just my cocksleeve… always knew… your nothing… nothing but my cocksleeve."
He fucked Iris with super speed… just as he always dreamed about as a boy. He would go to the Flash Museum to learn about his favorite hero. When he got home, young Eobard would jack off to his hero's wife. The idea that they loved each other so much… that such a beautiful woman loved him… adored him… was his lightning rod… It was the first of many fantasies Eobard possessed. He did horrible things to come back in time like this… unspeakable things that broke the laws of nature themselves…
"Fuck yes… Eobard… I'm your… I'm your mother-fucking bitch! That's it! Faster! I love it when you fuck me so fucking fast!"
Now she was begging him to go deeper… she was begging her man to drill her pussy… like a fucking whore. Iris West now lived in Doomworld, and her cunt, her tits, and her ass belonged to the man powerful enough to conquer her.
"I always knew… Always knew… that you… were… mine!" A big slap came to Iris's ass at that. It hurt so badly, but Iris loved knowing that she was pleasing a man of such power… of such unbelievable power.
"Oh yes… Yours… yours!" Iris yelled as her climax came. Barry had to watch this every time. What was worse was knowing that neither of them were done yet. Reverse- Flash would take her for hours… and Iris would yield to his every want. All the while Barry now had to look on, powerless, as the woman he loved lifted her ass higher in the air for more.
"Again!" Iris begged. She was in a daze… and orgasmic daze. She held her ass out for her man. She wanted the Reverse-Flash to go deeper, to take more… to punish her ass the way she knew her sexy, sociopathic lover wanted to take her.
"Fine, again!" the maniac yelled.
Now he gave her the 'superhuman speed'… and all Iris could do was drool. It was so fast, and Iris was so tight for him… this was not the sex of a normal man and woman… this was the sex of the gods. The man was pounding his woman's cunt so fast, that she would climax, and before it was over another climax would overtake her. And for the man, the God of Speed, everything felt perfect. Her cunt yielded to his speed, and the friction it created engorged his member in ways no other man could experience. As he reached deeper into Iris, the woman he wanted all of his life, Eobard knew that no man could compete with him. Only him, and his super-human cock would ever be enough to bring pleasure to his women ever again. Eobard Thawne came inside her cunt. He flooded her cunt, as his whore moaned for more. She wanted even more… any woman would. But Eobard was too much man to be limited to one sex-slave:
"But you'll have to slow down, Iris. Just a bit… because you're not my only whore, isn't that right, detective?"
And, without even a command, Patty was on all fours next to Iris. The blond police detective had stripped everything off. Her creamy skin glistened for Eobard. Her big ass was in the air, her big tits fell, and her thick lips pouted for him, begging him to take her. She wanted to be taken the way Iris was being taken. Never had she been more jealous of anything. Fucking a speedster was like fucking a sex-god, and she needed it deep, hard and fast. She wanted to feel the pleasure that she was now addicted to, she knew from her one orgasm at Eobard's hands that nothing on this earth would ever satisfy her like him. She just sat there, like a bitch in heat, with her ass in the air and waited for her turn. The villainous doctor gave her big ass a spank. It looked so good as it rippled from Eobard's touch. Her turn would come soon, after all, there were no limits to a speedster's sexual stamina, and her big ass needed to be put in its place just like Iris. Eobard pulled out of Iris's hole, and then gave Patty what she needed… he gave her what no one in his city could ever resist.
The screams, the moans, the pleas for more were happening so fast that no living person could keep up with all of the things that Eobard did to the two sexy women. No one that is, other than Barry Allen. He was forced to watch it all. In Doomworld, Barry was forced to watch as Eobard became the most powerful man in the world, and took everything Barry ever wanted. He had no idea what inspired his enemy to take so much from him… but as he saw Iris and Patty moaning like a pack of whores, he knew that the Reverse-Flash had won. There was nothing he could not take… nothing his enslaved loves would ever deny him… and no fight left in his powerless body to do anything other than watch, with some perverse satisfaction, as the sexy women debased themselves, and their sexy flesh brought what little pleasure Barry could find in his cock. They just kept pleasing their man in any sexy way he wanted.
Over and over again…
"More… " Iris mewled
"Please… more… " Came from Patty.
"Oh, don't worry, ladies. I'm feeling generous today." In a flash, Eobard put the two women in a sixty-nine position. They knew to get more, they would need to pleasure each other. So they did… they knew that's what he wanted, so they gave him what he wanted. Eobard found Patty's asshole, and decided it was time for his newest whore to learn how it felt to be impaled by his perfect cock. Her screams would soon overtake the entire Accelerator, and only she would be able to tell if they were from pleasure or pain.
"After all, today is the day the Accelerator goes online." The Reverse-Flash thrust into Patty. It felt perfect… Everything always feels perfect now. As he often did, he gave Barry a dark look as the pounding truely began, "And once it's online… then we can go back even further… and then maybe we can give Nora Allen the fucking she's always wanted… "
-Nanda Parbat-
He could not bring his wife back.
As the man known as the Magician held the Spear of Destiny in his hand, as he felt the power of time and space itself… The tall, broken man knew that his beautiful and pure wife could never come back.
Malcolm always believed himself to be a man of honor. It allowed him to grow a powerful investment firm, marry the stunning Rebecca Merlyn, and help him rise to become Starling City's most respected and celebrated man of industry. Even when he lost his Rebecca… his perfect Rebecca… and went down his path of revenge, Malcolm always held true to his internal code. Malcom would take what he needed, bring those that wronged him to Justice and then go back to that life of honor with whatever family he had left.
But as Destiny surged around him, Malcolm learned who he truly was. Even with all of his power, Malcolm Merlyn would not dream of bringing his pure wife back.
Deep down, Merlyn was too evil… he was too raw… and he could not imagine looking at the woman he put on a pedestal in the eye like that. Not after all of the horrible things he did before and after her death.
So instead he stood in front of his assassins.
His League of Assassins
And he looked Nyssa in the eyes.
Nyssa Al-Ghul. The most beautiful, stunning and sexually confident woman Malcom had ever met. Her raven hair was flawless. Her eyes were dark and seductive. She wore a tight black outfit, confidently displaying her breasts with ample cleavage for others to marvel at. She was brilliant, lethal… and a sexual goddess.
She hated Malcolm. She hated the Magician, and all that he did to rob her of those she loved. In another time, it was her machinations and seductions that led to Oliver Queen ending his dominance… she breathed into her husbands' ears, and The Green Arrow sliced off Malcolm's hand with ease. Nyssa was as powerful as she was sexy…
But now…in his kingdom, in his palace…Nyssa Al-Ghul, the heir to the Demon… Malcolm's rival for Ra's Al Ghul's throne… knelt before him.
She knelt so low.
"Hail… hail Ra's Al Ghul." Nyssa still looked down. She looked broken. Malcolm knew that he, and his gender… was not what Nyssa wanted. The once daughter of the true Ra's Al Ghul had an unconquerable beauty. Her eyes alone could make a man moan, and her sexuallty was a flawless weapon, that none could resist when she wanted to partake in them. The women Nyssa had seduced, bedded and enslaved to her wants had become legend within Nanda Parbat.
But that was who Nyssa was before Malcom Merlyn helped murder her father, claim her birthright, and conquered the world. So the powerful and sensual woman knelt below him, unable to rise without his divine blessing. The beauty that was Nyssa Al Ghul knelt before the man who owned her allegiance and her soul… she felt conquered and unable to rise without his gift.
The Magician remembered the first time Nyssa had bowed before him like this. She swore revenge, she swore that she would kill him and avenge her father's honor. But he was still her master then. She still obeyed his laws. And when he ordered her, Nyssa Al Ghul knelt before Malcom Merlyn… in front of her servants and subjects. Malcolm remembered the beautiful hatred in Nyssa's eyes that first time she had fallen. He remembered the surge to his manhood seeing someone so fierce, powerful and sexy, as she then lowered herself for him… against all of her true wants.
Now, Nyssa had fallen before Malcom so many times in Doomworld. She yielded to him…in every way he wanted, and now there was no hatred. He had conquered the stunning assassin's
Hatred. Now there was only loyalty to Malcom Merlyn in those beautiful eyes…
Loyalty… and want…
Malcolm Merlyn knew that he was once a man that would not make a woman submit like this. Malcolm respected people and their right's to love. And though he had manipulated women in his past, he always believed that his honor would stop him from forcing a woman… who had no interest in men… from satisfying his every want.
Because now, he was no longer that kind of man. Malcolm Merlyn was now and forever Ra's Al Ghul, and he demanded satisfaction from all those that refused him in his previous reality. His sword hand hurt from the memory of when Nyssa's husband had cut it off for her. It made Malcom want to take something from Nyssa now. The Magician's revenge would last for thousands of years, all the while the woman that would usurp him would submit to him, on her knees, unable to resist his perfect manhood.
"Proceed… my servant."
With that order, Nyssa found her master's spear. It was long, hard, thick… and satisfying. And Nyssa gave her beautiful lips over to it. Just as she had done the day before. And the day before that. It had seemed to her an eternity… and eternity of serving Merlyn, in any way he wanted.
"That's a good… obedient… assassin."
Nyssa's throat began to fill. It filled from the cock of the man that betrayed her Order and helped to murder her father. Nyssa was moaning as she throat fucked the man that stole her legacy, and made her most loyal subjects bow to his every whim.
"Deeper, Nyssa… show me your true place…"
What was worse, whether through magic or through conditioning, Nyssa felt the intensity of her pleasure… the bastard was satisfying her. She was hot, and horny, and becoming satisfied… in a way no other woman had ever satisfied her like that before… no, Merlyn's cruel subjugation of her lips gave Nyssa more pleasure than she had ever known.
"Show me that you will always… be… below your undying master… my slut!"
As Malcolm's insults got more intense, Nyssa's pussy yielded more to her submissive pleasure. Malcolm was dominating his rival. He was making her moan from being used by his powerful shaft. She was on the ground, servicing Malcom's powerful cock while she shook and moaned from the pleasure. And they all saw it. All of these loyal assassins saw Nyssa, once their princess and commander, willing and obedient to pleasuring the Head of the Demon. As Malcom dominated his slave's mouth, they all saw who the true master was and what it now meant to obey him.
"My whore!"
Malcolm wanted to mark her. She was so beautiful and she was totally in his power. He felt his release… and the last thought before he exploded was how perfect his slave's mouth was… wrapped around his monster cock.
"Take me, you filthy, fucking… whore!"
Nyssa, on her knees, felt pain from her master's release. But her mind warped when she realized that her pain was turning into fulfillment. It was even turning to joy. She was turning into Malcolm's cock sleeve. She was turning into a willing and weak plaything for her enemy. Nyssa knew what it was to submit to a lover… a dominant lover. One act of debasement was not enough. She needed to yield everything to her perfect and powerful Ra's Al Ghul.
So she turned. She turned her kneeling body, to subjugate herself to Malcolm's will even more. Nyssa's flawless face was facing her Assassins. Her head was lowered to the ground, her raven hair spilling. Her lithe body looked delectable. Her ass was up in the air… presented to her master.
She bent on all fours for her master. In front of the entire League, she offered her stunning ass to Malcolm Merlyn…the man that just conquered her throat…as a submissive plea for him to use her every hole.
Many times, her master was not satisfied with just her mouth. No, many times, Malcolm Merlyn needed to dominate Nyssa Al Ghul's sex. The powerful man needed to let Nyssa know who owned her pussy. Her cunt… her ass…
So Nyssa stuck her perfect, large and toned ass out towards her master… because she knew that she needed him inside her. She wanted to fall deeper. She wanted to be taken by the most powerful man in the world. Her ass shook for Malcolm Merlyn. There was no resistance now. The only thing Nyssa's brilliant mind and dominant will wanted was for her magician to drill her into the dirts of Nanda Parbat.
"No, my greedy slut." Malcom stepped over the defeated Nyssa Al Ghul. he stepped over one of the sexiest women in the world as though she was nothing but an impediment in his way. Nyssa realized, as she saw her master walk off, how low she was now. She was too low to the ground. Nyssa was defeated. All she wanted was to service her master more. And Malcolm moved away from her, leaving her with the uncompromising shame… that would last until tomorrow's report, where he would have her kneel before him again.
"Not tonight. Attend to my orders Nyssa… I have to go take care of my wife."
Moira Queen was a beauty unlike any other. As Malcom surveyed her in his palace's master bedroom, he yearned to ravish the blond beauty right there. He would not age her down one day. Moira aged into a stunning vixen that no man could resist… and no man but Malcolm Merlyn could claim. She wore beauty, power and appeal nearly as tightly as she wore her dress for her master. She was his trophy, and in an effort to serve Malcom Meryln, she would tend to his every need. As she would host his social circle in the old reality, on Doomworld, Moira's gatherings and parties were meant to exalt Malcom's every movement. Those who were once his friends were now his underlings. His business associates now his servants. The attractive wives of those he knew were his harem. And he would take those women, who threw themselves at Malcolm any time he wanted… if he could ever pry himself away from Moira Merlyn's perfect sex.
"My Darling…" Moira went on as her husband approached her. In this world, in Malcolm's world, Moira could not resist being so close to her man, "My Darling everything is prepared. I've just spoken with Oliver. He's… he's so focused on his mission. Oh, Malcolm… I am so proud of him… of how much our son is becoming… like you."
No Tommy. Tommy was too weak. Malcom now had a son in Oliver. His son. His loyal and loving son, that was strong enough to be worthy of him. Oliver served Malcom's will, and was sent out into the world. Malcolm had a list, you see. And Oliver was devoted to crossing out every name on that list, while Malcom stayed in Nanda Parbat, surrounded by his unimaginable treasures… and Oliver's mother.
"That's good to hear, Moira." Malcolm grabbed his wife now. It was unclear which of the two; the submissive Moira or the dominant Malcolm, were more excited to ravish the other. Malcolm's hands made it to Moira's tight waist, "It's so good having your son… pleasing me…"
That evening, there would be no party. Seeing Nyssa bend so low for him made Malcolm needy. It made him possessed. This was the night he took everything he wanted. As Moira came to him, in a red silk dress, flawless and refined, she licked her lips for Malcolm. Like all of the mindless whores on Doomworld, just being near his cock made Moira ready to debase herself for him.
"Yes… Yes, Malcolm." Moira was almost crying… crying from a deep, submissive place. She knew she belonged to Malcolm. All of them… including her beloved children… all belonged to Malcom Merlyn's wants, "Please… please Malcolm… let us all… please you!"
They could wait no longer. Moira kissed Malcolm. The Assassin took what he wanted from Moira now, and the blond sex goddess just moaned into her husband. Her skin was soft. Moira's breasts were sublime as they pressed into her man. His powerful cock was finding her sex. He could feel how wet it was in spite of her dress. She was perfect, and she was yielding to Malcom… just as she had yielded to them in their past. Malcolm had taken Moira from her husband on more than one occasion. There was proof of their erotic affairs that Moira tried to hide from him. But Malcolm had Moira now. No secrets, no limits. Moira just moaned, and begged Malcom for more and the new Ra's grabbed Moira's perfect ass. The sounds Moira made as she yielded to the superior man…
Maybe Malcolm didn't bring back Rebecca because of some darkness within him… Maybe Moira was just sexier, and Malcolm Merlyn deserved the best.
"That's right, Moira…" Malcolm growled at Moira in between her submissive kisses, "That's right… "
As he felt his perfect wife's bountiful breasts, he knew that he would never allow himself to be denied ever again. He spun Moira around. Her firm ass was now on his mighty cock. His hands were mauling her big, perfect tits. It made Moira feel like an object.
"Oh, Malcolm… take me…fuck me…"
His object…Moira was Malcolm's to use… any way he wanted.
"Fuck me like Robert never could!"
Malcom, deep down, was a narcissistic sociopath. And as he forced Moira Queen, his best friend's trophy wife to take all of his passion and beg him for more… Malcom realized that he was only just beginning to allow his true, dark fantasies to come alive.
The pounding he gave Moira was fierce. She hollered like a whore. Malcolm wanted his entire empire to hear him. The moon of Nanda Parbat would be filled with the silhouettes of Malcolm Merlyn, giving it to Moira from behind with enough force to break her stunning MILF body in two. And Moira just took it. She took her man's cock, begging him for more. Even before Doomworld, Malcolm was a perfect specimen in perfect shape. His thrusts could last for hours if he wanted them too. And tonight he wanted them too. He wanted Moira so pleased… so eager to be his sex-slave… that Malcolm truely could have anything.
He turned Moira around again. She was panting from the pleasure he forced onto her. And all Moira could do was kiss him. She kissed her husband, begged her husband for more cock… she entered his chamber as a divine and irreplaceable beauty… he had fucked her into a common whore desperate for his cum.
Then, out of the shadows Thea Merlyn entered Malcom's personal chambers.
She was thin, cute, and carried all of Moira's sex appeal with each movement. Thea was as beautiful as her Blond mother… just younger. Her dark hair, a gift from Malcolm's powerful DNA, gave Thea a darker look. Her seductive makeup and deep eyeshadow made her even more stunning… and desirable. She was young, sexy, made up… and forbidden. Malcom Merlyn always liked forbidden things.
She moved like a woman possessed. The once Red Arrow was wearing a thin and revealing black dress. Only a small quiver-like-purse gave any hint at the hero Thea Queen once was to her city. She moved towards her birth-father with no hint of the battle's they fought and betrayals Malcolm subjected his daughter to. No, this Thea Queen was the one that Malcom had created. This Thea Queen went exactly where her all powerful father wanted his daughter to go.
And there she stood. Thea's mother and estranged father were right in front of her. They were ravaging each other. They showed no sign of stopping now that their flesh and blood were there. Malcom's greasy, powerful hands grabbed all of Moira's tantalizing curves… and Thea just kept walking towards them.
Thea went where her father commanded his daughter… his slave to go. And Thea Merlyn was starting to surrender a small moan as her father's powerful scent dominated her senses.
The moon glowing above Nanda Parbat was beginning to set. Clouds were overtaking it. The Moonlight in Malcolm's chambers was filling instead… with shadows.
"Come, Thea… my perfect… perfect creation. Let me show you… and your mother… the true powers of Ra's Al Ghul."
Merlyn was an evil man. He possessed Moira, now just a moaning slut for the man that killed her husband and scandalized her children. And Thea saw the opening that her father left her on his other side. She could join them as the sex-slave she now was… she needed to give in to Malcom. The young woman wanted it so badly.
And she had no power to resist one of the masters of Doomworld.
"Yes, father… anything you wish, father…"
So he took her.
He took his Thea all night.
Any and every way he wanted.
His young and irresistible daughter… a beautiful creation from scandal and betrayal… served her master, her father… as an obedient servant.
Thea kissed Malcolm, calling him daddy just as she knew his dirty mind would want.
Thea let her father… now her man… put his hands through every sexy inch of her perfect skin. Her well groomed hands helped him find all the naughty spots. Starting with her perky tits.
In a silent order, Thea Merlyn stripped for her father. She felt his dark and powerful eyes on him with every seductive move she made. It was a show, a private show to her father that nothing was off limits to him now.
And soon she was on top of her powerful daddy. Her sex took every inch of Malcolm's power, her young and willing body bounced for Malcolms pleasure as it slowly succumbed to Malcolm's monstrous girth. As Thea bounced for her Daddy, she felt fulfilled. This was DoomWorld. Thea was a slut for one of its most powerful rulers. That alone made Thea cum harder…and bounce faster for her daddy.
All the while Moira watched… she watched Malcom Merlyn take her daughter… their daughter… every way that the evil man wanted to.
Soon, as Moira saw Malcolm thrust into Thea's pussy, like an Arrow thrusting into its target with an all powerful force… Moira could no longer sit idly by.
Malcolm had taken everything now. Malcolm turned her into his slutty and willing trophy wife. Malcolm had turned her heroic Oliver into his subservient killer, ending the life of his fellow heroes out in the world all the while showing Ollie how much control he now had over his mother. And now Malcolm had crossed every line Moira thought there still was. Now, Moira was watching Thea, her pride and joy, begging Malcolm to conquer her over and over again. Her young body would be destroyed by her own daddy. It was the final straw for Moira Merlyn.
Moira needed to help. Moira needed to help her daughter… give her irresistible husband even more pleasure. So Moira got close. She heard her daughters' screams, and praised Malcolms power. She heard Malcom's violent thrusts slapping into Thea's tight sex from behind and she kissed her husband again. Moira saw that Thea could no longer manage the size of Malcolm's cock… so Moira grabbed her daughter's ass, and spread it wider so Malcolm could continue his domination.
As Moira began to worship Malcom's glistening skin… as Moira screamed at her husband to fuck Thea harder… Malcolm Merlyn came inside his Thea. His perfect, loving and obedient Thea. He felt so satisfied, and his women… his wife and his daughter, were spent from their servitude.
But Malcom's limitless ambitions for that night, and what the Queen women were going to give to him grew… so he ordered his whores to continue to give him unending pleasures.
And all the former Queen women could do was praise their master, and submit to him more.
-National City-
In her apartment, her home, Kara was no longer in her Supergirl costume.
She no longer needed it.
National City belonged to another champion. Her champion.
The man that she once rejected, now controlled all. Kara most of all. Her powers were gone. Her will to fight back was gone. It's not like she could have stopped the Legion if she wanted to, they took the Multiverse in the blink of an eye, and Kara's home was not spared. And when they chose their new protector, the new ruler of National City, Kara could only swoon for the man.
Now every day she serves him. She adored him… and she gave him any pleasure he commanded of her. She is so glad that he took over National City and chose her to be his Wife. She knew he had a big crush on her, a crush Kara thought that she might never be able to reciprocate. But once he joined the Legion of Doom, Kara was put in her place.
And that place was in their home. That place was in his kitchen. That place was in his bedroom.
And because of her subservience, it gave Kara pleasure… a submissive pleasure that she never knew she needed. But Kara needed it. She needed to be submissive now. She needed to cook, clean, and serve for his every pleasure. And she dressed for him. She was the perfect wife. Always obediently dressed, always showing her body, and letting others know the man who owned her body.
As she was preparing his dinner, her tight two-piece white gown was riding up, and Kara's midriff was bare to see. There was a brand. His brand. She was branded with a Toyman tramp stamp...
And The Toyman, Winn Schott, had just arrived home to see his submissive wife doing all of her duties. And when Kara saw him, her Toyman… Kara just swooned.
She ran to him. She needed Winn. Her skin burned for him. Passionate breaths escaped her perfectly red lips. Her breasts heaved now that her masculine conqueror was back. Her sex began to leak, knowing what the Toyman could do with only a thought. Her dress was begging to fall off of Kara's perfect form. She wanted to pounce on her man… and be destroyed by his animal wants.
But she knew what Winn wanted. The former Supergirl knew her duties and having denied her friend for so long Kara vowed that she would never fail him again. Kara would never take his feelings lightly. Winn deserved her undying fealty, like a king or even a god. So Kara knelt. She knelt for her husband… for the man that put the last daughter of Krypton in her place. She would do anything, now that she was the wife, servant and sex-slave to a member of the Legion of Doom.
"Can I… Can I please you, Winn?" Kara got low for Winn. she got low, knowing that it was her duty to please her man like this. Winn liked seeing Kara on her knees, debasing herself for him. Winn knew it was right. Winn knew that as the new Toyman, it was only right that he played with Supergirl, his favorite doll, any way he wanted.
"Have you been thinking about my big cock, Kara?"
"All day… all day… I've wanted my… my man's cock!" Kara burst out. She knelt submissively for him there. Her hand was going for his manhood. His perfect manhood. The cock that took the most powerful woman on the planet and pounded her into submission.
She was on her knees, ready to serve… ready to submit to the thrill of being taken by her Toyman.
"Well… you know how much I like it when my sexy little slut begs for my cock." Winn looked down at Kara. She was so eager, so willing, and so sexy down on her knees. But he had taken her so much recently. She was so submissive to him now. Winn slapped Kara's hand away from his belt, "But I'm going to be a little too busy… playing with my other toys."
Kara, still on her knees, looked toward her bedroom. There they were. Lena Luthor, the sexy, confident and dominant owner of LexCorp. She was in purple lingerie, her tight ass and firm breasts were heaving. The billionaire's hand was down her panties. She was fantasizing… fantasizing about being taken by the Toyman. And next to Lena was Alex Danvers. The sexy DEO agent was in her tight, revealing black jumpsuit. She was on all fours on top of Lena. her big ass was bouncing on Lena, humping in the air… hoping Winn would dominate it the way only he now could. Both of Winn's whores were moaning for him. They all moaned for the Toyman now… they would all do anything to play with his cock.
"Oh… oh, right." Kara moaned. She was not sure what disturbed her more. The fact that the two women she cared most about in the world were about to be used and defiled… or the fact that Winn's sluts were going to get his cock instead of her. The Blond could do nothing to express her anguish though. She needed to be strong for Winn. She needed to be his good little housewife… his good little whore.
Besides, she deserved to be rejected. She rejected Winn so many times. He wanted her as Kara, he wanted her as Supergirl. Hell, he changed his entire life many times to do whatever he could to help Kara be a better Supergirl, including changing careers. No, Kara had to wait now. Kara needed her man, her cruel and domineering man, and Winn could humiliate her any time he wanted by railing his other sluts first… it was only right after Kara failed to love the Toyman the way she was supposed to.
"That's right, Kara…" Winn went on, removing his shirt, ready to put Lena's mouth to good work, "My cock wants to put Ms. Luthor in her rightful place first. I'm gonna fuck her until the bitchiness leaves her body. And you've gotta keep your big blue eyes on that stove for me… after all, I'm going to be famished after Alex takes my dick like a good slut..."
"Yes… " Kara kept her head down. She complied with her man's wants, "Yes, Winn… I'll make sure that… that everything is ready for you… whenever you want it."
Winn then grabbed Kara's face. She was fearful of him. He had all the power over the all-powerful Supergirl, and it only made the two of them excited for reverse reasons.
"But don't worry super-whore." Winn sneered at Kara, "If you do a good job with dinner, if you really do your job in that kitchen for me… then I'll let you lick my balls while I pound Alex's big fucking ass. That sounds like a job for Supergirl, don't it, Kara?"
"Oh… Oh yes, Winn… Whatever… whatever you want."
"That's what I thought… " Kara got to her feet, and she submissively walked back to the kitchen. Winn gave her ass a big, and powerful spank. Kara moaned so loudly for Winn it made the entire apartment shake. Kara was so nervous. She was so nervous that she was so turned on, that she would make a mistake in preparing her man's meal. She was glad that Lena and Alex… along with Cat Grant, Siobhan McDougal, and the Indigo robot to name a few… she was glad that the women she loved got to experience all of the great things that Winn could now do. They were his, and Kara knew that it was their duty to pleasure their powerful and dominant ruler. She needed to focus so hard now. She needed to make the Toyman… her Winn, as happy as any man could ever be.
As Winn heard the moans of Alex and Lena… as the sexy brunettes rubbed their bodies for their man's pleasure, Winn was so glad to be the master of National City. As his whores stripped his body so that they could properly worship his cock… and yield their cunts to their all powerful master… the nerdy young man that betrayed those he loved to dominate their bodies and minds… praised the Legion of Doom.
The Toyman took what was his, and would praise the Legion each day for blessing them all with Doomworld.