A superhero brawl under the spell of several amulets.

By the time the assembled Justice League arrived in downtown Gotham, the Legion of Doom had already made a mark for themselves, upending cars, smashing storefronts, and engaging in dedicated if haphazard chaos. Most citizens of the city had enough experience with supervillains to know to keep their distance when one went on a rampage, but on this night the Legion of Doom had gathered a decent crowd. Dozens of people lingered on the fringes of the action, staying out of the path of carnage but remaining close enough to witness it all. A gracious observer might say this was because such a large crew of villains rarely appeared together at the same time, but anybody being even a little honest with themselves would admit it had more to do with their total, brazen lack of clothing. The state of undress varied from woman to woman—Tsukuri still wore a few pieces of armor along with her mask, Star Sapphire kept only her headpiece and bright purple boots so tall they almost gave her some actual modesty, and Killer Frost didn’t have a single stitch on her—and the only items they shared were identical amulets around each woman’s bare neck.

Supergirl covered her eyes, badly. “Oh, God, them too?”

Zattana stopped with her hands halfway up. “Too? You mean you—”

“It’s been going around.” Hawkgirl spotted an amulet and tugged her hastily-donned top back down her chest, letting her breasts pop free. “Either they haven’t noticed, or they just don’t care.”

Batgirl chuckled with a wry smirk. “Harley definitely doesn’t care. Heck, she’s probably loving it.” She tossed her gloves behind her and reached for her zipper again.

Wonder Woman cleared her throat as she pulled her bodysuit over her hips, baring her ass to the delight of the men gathered behind her. “If we’re done gossiping, it’s time to take care of the five of them.”

“Six.” Batwoman fought with her hands, resisting the urge to shed the suit Zatanna had conjured for her and slowly losing. She nodded toward Lex Luthor, lingering against a building with an amulet of his own. While the rest of the League jumped into battle, she made her way to the Legion’s ringleader, leaving a trail of clothing behind her. “Luthor.”

“Ah, the Batwoman.” He managed not to look as one of his biggest enemies pulled her bra over his head, but it took most of his willpower. “It seems some supervillains are causing some havoc in your city. Maybe you should deal with them.”

“Save it. I know you’re involved in this. I’m not losing you.”

He smirked and watched her hand stick to her crotch like a magnet. “Oh, you’ve already lost, Batwoman. You just won’t know it for a few minutes more.” He relaxed and sat back to watch the fireworks; Batwoman still loomed over him, but even such a menacing figure lost some of her intimidation factor when she was masturbating on a public street.

Only a few yards away, the Legion and the League made contact, separating into pairs so they could fight one-on-one. Supergirl reached her target first, a benefit of super speed, punching straight through one of Star Sapphire’s energy constructs. “Huh. I thought they’d be tougher. I guess Green Lantern’s that much stronger than you are.”

“Strength isn’t everything, girl. There’s also leverage!” Purple light rushed from Star Sapphire and circled Supergirl’s wrists and ankles. It formed solid shapes and snapped into place, forming two pairs of manacles that stretched the Kryptonian spread-eagle. Star Sapphire laughed, oblivious to how openly she displayed the naked superheroine to the rapt crowd. “It’s time I expose you as the rookie you are.”

Across the street, Killer Frost whipped up energy of her own, blowing a frigid wind at Hawkgirl. Her sky-blue chest, topped by deep blue nipples, bounced as she cackled, and her whole body writhed as she rubbed her pussy against the cap of a frozen fire hydrant. “What’s wrong, birdie? How’s about you fly south for the winter?”

Hawkgirl protected herself with her mace, though it didn’t stop the chill air from leaving her even perkier than before. “Like I haven’t heard that one a dozen times.” She gritted her teeth, forging onward through the cold.

Tala flew around Zatanna, blasting at the magician with beams of energy. Her hair hovered around her, long enough to cover her sculpted ass if it hadn’t been floating as she used her powers. “This is no place for a third-rate magician who only knows parlor tricks!” she yelled, her eyes filled with manic fury. “You’ll never get to Luthor without going through me!”

“Dleihs! That’s the idea!” Zattana hid behind a floating manhole cover, suspended by her own magic. She fumbled with her bow tie and fishnets, but they remained on as she focused on staying alive.

“Incoming!” Harley Quinn, a blur of white skin, leapt onto Batgirl while the superhero was kicking off her panties. She landed on Batgirl’s shoulders and wrapped her thighs around her head, clamping down on her airway. It didn’t occur to her when she linked her sneaker-clad ankles behind Batgirl’s back that this mashed her pussy against another woman’s face, even when her clit brushed Batgirl’s nose and triggered a loud, eye-rolling moan.

“Mm—mmph!” Batgirl tried to speak, but her lips only teased Harley further. She grimaced through Harley’s two-toned bush and grabbed her thighs, trying to pry them apart. With only boots and her mask on, she didn’t even have her arms free to hide her nudity, not that she would have if she could.

Tsukuri swung her blade at Wonder Woman, fencing the Amazon back into an alleyway. She swayed back and forth in a blur of red, keeping up an offensive with her fingers mashed against her clit. “Please realize, I don’t want to kill you. Luthor’s paying a very large amount for us to perform some property damage. This is just business.”

“Yeah.” Wonder Woman blocked a swing with her bracers, the only thing she had on besides her tiara. They formed gold streaks as she moved them in and out, protecting her vital organs while keeping at least one hand clamped around her breasts at all time. She pinched her nipple and gasped, throwing back her head in an accidental feint, and when Tsukuri fell out of place to follow, Wonder Woman laid her out with a single punch to the stomach. “Likewise.”

A nearby car window shattered as Supergirl screamed, but the manacles held fast, gradually pulling her wrists backward. Her back arched, thrusting her tits into the air. Star Sapphire gritted her teeth, equally focused on keeping up her constructs and rubbing her own thighs. “See? It’s not about the size of your grasp, but how tight you squeeze.”

With a burst of effort, Supergirl craned her head forward and looked at Star Sapphire. She didn’t see the bare body sandwiched between a purple top and bottom, only the dark hair swaying behind it. She narrowed her eyes and shot a beam from her heat vision, catching Star Sapphire’s hair on fire. The manacles evaporated while Star Sapphire flailed, and in the space of a breath Supergirl knocked her out. “Funny, I agree,” she picked up the villain with one hand and grabbed her own tit with the other, “but I squeeze tighter.”

“Hraaaaah!” Hawkgirl hurled her mace at Killer Frost, taking advantage of a moment of distraction. She didn’t know the distraction was because of the orgasm rippling through Killer Frost’s body, only that her enemy looked away, and thus it was the perfect time to strike. The villain fell off the hydrant, and though Hawkgirl did retrieve her, she first rubbed her breasts against the cold metal, shuddering for reasons she didn’t comprehend.

“Why! Won’t! You! Die!” Tala hurled spell after spell at Zatanna, constantly foiled by the magician’s quick thinking and quicker tongue—even with both hands working away at her pussy, Zatanna could still cast with only her mouth. “You can’t even attack! All you can do is sit there and hide!” Her barrage faltered as she ran out of breath, and she laid her hand against her chest tattoo, the only spot of black covering her body.

Zatanna snapped to attention, through her stocking-clad legs stayed spread as wide as a contortionist’s. She pointed one froth-slathered finger at Tala and shouted her first offensive spell: “Uoy dniheb!” Tala flinched and braced herself for an ****, which meant she didn’t see the blue mailbox before it clipped her in the back of the head. She fell face-down, her bare ass jiggling for a few long seconds while Zatanna panted.

Batgirl, low on air herself, dug her yellow fingers into Harley’s thighs. While Harley obliviously ground her pussy against her rival’s nose, Batgirl broke into a running charge. She barely saw a car around Harley’s thin white waist, and she bent forward at just the right time to slam the supervillain back-first into the windshield. The legs relaxed and Batgirl pulled back, though instead of arresting Harley her first act was to idly rub her aching clit. “Thanks for letting me watch wrestling, Dad,” she muttered. “Looks like I learned more than just what clothing can survive a fight.”

With the threat ended, the police rushed onto the scene, snapping handcuffs around every one of the villains. None of the women nearby, not even Batwoman, noticed any of the male officers taking any liberties with the nearly-naked criminals, nor did they say a word when the female officers stripped down to match. The heroes gathered, a show of solidarity, putting a rainbow of boots, gloves, and other accessories on display framing a collection of six fit, voluptuous bodies. Dozens of phones snapped picture after picture, and a few video cameras joined in, with one led to the Justice League by a skinny, nude redhead. “Summer Gleeson, Gotham Live. Can we get a shot of our triumphant heroes?”

As the police led Lex Luthor into the back of the wagon with his exhibitionist allies, he couldn’t help but smile. It had been great to watch both the Justice League and the Legion of Doom prancing around in their birthday suits. And still, despite all he had seen, the true show was about to begin. The heroes lined up for their moment in the spotlight, some with more enthusiasm than others, and the cameras all took positions to get every moment on film. Even the officers escorting him paused, staring at the impromptu show and letting him have clear sight of the culmination of his master plan.

Supergirl caught his eye first as she hovered above the rest, an easy sight for even the people in the back of the crowd. She didn’t have her skirt or boots any more, and nothing protected her completely naked body from the onlookers gathered to watch her finish herself off. She ignored them just as the amulet ordered, massaging her clit at superhuman speed. Her knees lifted higher and higher until her ankles floated above her hips, blatantly exposing her masturbation to the cameras. No matter how hard she bit her lip she couldn’t entirely keep her voice under control, and her glass-rattling “fuck, yes, fuck, yes, FUCK, YES!” seemed like the starting bell for the other women arrayed under her.

Wonder Woman had much the opposite technique, though she showed it off just as openly. She crouched low so she could get her knees wide apart, putting her head at crotch-level and no doubt inspiring many a fantasy in the men who saw her. One bracer-clad wrist pushed against the small of her back, a sign of the bondage fetish Lex had always suspected she secretly held. Her tousled hair almost covered her tiara, but it was still very obviously the Amazonian heroine who stroked herself off, releasing only a steady stream of “Great Dionysus, yes, I’m almost there…” until her thighs jerked, her arms twitched, and a satisfied smile crept over her face.

Every way Wonder Woman was a pinnacle of mature, stoic beauty, Batgirl was not. She had one yellow boot propped against a mailbox and one gloved arm leaning on a streetlight, putting her at an odd diagonal while she jammed two fingers into her sopping wet pussy. Her purple mask still covered her face, but not her eyes or mouth, leaving it painfully obvious how much her eyes rolled back and how far her tongue lolled out of her gaping lips. She didn’t say anything intelligible, just half-formed grunts like “Ahh! Ahh-eeeh! Aaah, aah, aaaaaah!” But her lack of diction didn’t cloud her meaning, and her crossed eyes and drooling mouth almost took attention away from the perky tits jiggling uncontrollably with every spasm that wracked her slim body.

“Fuck!” Hawkgirl shouted, with one hand grinding against her bud and the other popping herself up on a building. “Fuck, how does…how does it feel…so…gooood!” A brick shattered in her grip and her wings unfurled, along the most obvious tells Lex had ever seen. She trembled like a woman who had never cum before: bucking her hips, shaking her knees, jerking her head back and forth so hard her helmet nearly flew off. Her legs gave out and she fell forward, curled into a ball while she begged her witnesses, “More! I want more! Give it to me!”

Lex almost didn’t see Zatanna, not through the mass of bodies in the way. A group of topless female officers moved to push the crowd back, and then he finally found her, lying on the sidewalk. She had likely started off kneeling, but as lust took over she had bent farther and farther back, and now she only had her tiptoes and shoulders on the ground. The rest of her, from her fishnet-covered knees to the bow tie around her neck, was completely arched, and she humped into the air like she was trying to throw somebody off. “Gnimmuc gnimmuc gnimmuc gnimmuc gnimmuc!” she screamed, and she shoved several fingers into her pussy one last time before somebody blocked the view again.

Only Batwoman had held out thus far, no doubt the result of her admirable mental fortitude. But no woman could totally resist the amulet’s effect, and just as she eventually found herself down to her mask, belt, and boots, she too succumbed to the hypnotic command. As the women around her came as loudly as possible, she gritted her teeth, suppressing outward displays of her arousal much like how she had tried to ignore it in the first place. But her flushed chest, the hard nipples at the ends of her quivering breasts, the pussy juice shining on her fingers, and the sheen of sweat all over her body betrayed her feelings. The sound she loosed was barely human, more like an animal at the end of a hunt, a protracted “Uuuuuuhhhnnn!” as she hunched over. Lex thought he saw her eyes roll back just like her protégé’s, and then she was back in control, albeit with her other hand crawling toward her pussy to join in on her next impending orgasm.

One by one all six heroes came again, showing their fans and the world how they looked in the throes of orgasm, completely blind to the effect their unintentional display had on the men who would no doubt play this memory, or this video, over and over again. Lex tilted back his head and laughed as the wagon doors shut. It was a shame he couldn’t stick around, but it was safer this way. In a few minutes, after the amulets got some distance from the heroes and they realized what had happened, where their clothes were, and what they had done in front of uncountable witnesses, he didn’t want to be somewhere the Justice League could reach him. Better to let this one play itself out.

Besides, he had a wagon full of masturbating supervillains to keep him company in the interim.