Barbara finds herself taking on a new role as Lois Lane joins them for a truly unique threesome

Suddenly, Barbara Gordon found herself back in the Fortress of Solitude - which turned out to be the least surprising aspect of what was happening.

Her arms and legs were shackled and her whole body was trapped inside a crystal tube! She also felt a strange pressure around her forehead. Instinctively, she struggled, and saw a woman's reflection in the crystal cryopod do the same - Maxima's reflection!

The snotty, statuesque redheaded alien queen was infamous for trying to use her formidable telepathic and physical powers to seduce Superman into impregnating her but whatever was happening, the shoe was now clearly on the other foot - not that she was wearing shoes. She was completely naked except for chains keeping her arms raised above her and legs spread eagle inside. Nestled inside of a mass of her now longer and curlier red hair, there was also some sort of odd device on her temples like a mockery of a crown. Her brow couldn't even furrow thanks to the strange device with a band being pressed so tightly into her forehead, a pink crystal embedded in the middle, glowing brightly.

Distantly, she realized that this version of Maxima was slightly more similar to the default body of "Batslut" she now possessed, with a pair of much bigger breasts that swayed and jiggled as she struggled uselessly against her odd crystal restraints.

Barbara looked around, trying to figure out what exactly was going on, only to see a smirking Inara fiddling with a nearby device. Superman was surprisingly nowhere to be seen.

"What's going on here?" Barbara whispered to the ifrit in a tone that could also be taken as asking Superman - wherever he was - the same thing. She was surprised to hear even her voice sounded like the alien Queen's.

"One of Superstud's sex fantasies come to life, that's what!" Inara said with a chuckle as she made some adjustments to various dials on what looked like a console of some sort made of crystal. "Gotta say, still pretty vanilla as far as I'm concerned but it'll still be fun to watch! Especially when I'm done "improving" it!"

"Be with you in a second, ah, "Maxima!" came Superman's voice from the distance, obviously thinking it was a question for him. Barbara couldn't so much as turn her head to look in the direction of his voice but she angrily signed at Inara in ASL as best she could with her hands cuffed above her head.

"Sorry, Buttslut, too busy making last minute adjustments to talk!" the ifrit said snickering as she twisted a dial all the way up. "We did say we'd be helping him give into his "darkest fantasy," didn't we? And this time I'm definitely going to have a front row seat!"

"You-" Barbara began hissing only for her to blink in surprise as she heard the voice of Lois Lane.

"And you're 100% sure this is gonna work, Smallville?" the reporter's low, smoky voice said with more than a hint of doubt and scorn.

"The device is powered by pink kryptonite and with, ah, "Maxima's" telepathic powers, it should be able to do exactly what we want it to do." he responded both excitement and absolutely certainty in his tone.

"All right, but she understands that I call the shots, right? No touching you unless I give her permission."

The brunette's voice was still scornful but there was also a hint of excitement in it, as if the other woman was secretly relishing the idea of dominating Barbara. The redhead's eyes went wide and she frowned. What sort of strange fantasy was this? And how was Inara sabotaging it?

"You're the boss." Superman said with a slightly lusty tone to his deep voice.

She opened her mouth to speak and warn them but suddenly, a fully costumed Superman walked in looking at her smugly. She opened her mouth to speak but what came out wasn't the words she would have chosen - it was all Maxima's.

"You dare inflict such disgusting indignity on the Queen of all Almerac, you-" she began snarling only for Superman to flip a switch on a console, causing her entire body to spasm with ecstasy.

"Uh! Uhn! UHN!" she groaned helplessly, words turning into pornographic screams, her body writhing with a powerful, sudden orgasm and pussy suddenly becoming drenched. Her hips bucked helplessly and she whimpered with need.

"Looks like I finally found a way to shut you up. Perfect. That's about all I want to hear out of you right now." Superman said, the beginnings of an obvious bulge starting in his trunks before turning to speak to someone she couldn't quite see through her own hot breath fogging up her crystal prison. "Lois, sweetheart, I've started getting her ready for the process. Why don't you come on out and say hello?"

Lois Lane came sauntering out, wearing very, VERY little.

Purple thigh high vinyl heels with extremely high heels hugged her long pale legs. A similar purple corset covered just her taut stomach above her wide waist, pushing up her perky pale tits, her dark nipples obviously up and hard. These were the only clothes she wore, drawing attention to the rest of her uncovered body, notably her high, tight ass, bare, neatly trimmed black bush and glistening pussy. She walked up to Superman and draped herself over him eagerly, digging one of her hands into his hair and wrapping one of her lovely legs around him. When she broke from the hungry kiss, she gave Barbara a look equal parts furious and turned on.

This wasn't just a kiss - this was a display of ownership.

"Hello, whore." Lois sneered at her after breaking off her passionate embrace with her husband. "Look at you, unable to even string two words together you're so fucking horny. I wish the world could see you like this - the real you, just a homewrecking, selfish slut who only thinks with her twat."

Inwardly, Barbara cringed. The words were like a stab to the heart after all of the selfish fun she'd just had with Superman . . . but her pussy was still helplessly dripping like a faucet.

"Please . . ." she heard herself whine helplessly in Maxima's voice, a pathetic mixture of panting need and pathetic groveling that felt all too real. "Stooooop . . ."

"Ugh. Pathetic." Lois sneered before turning back to her husband. "Are you sure I need to touch this filthy slut for it to work?"

"I'm afraid so." he replied, reaching both hands down to give her ass a wanton grope, squeezing both cheeks. "The device I found in the remains of Krypton is powered by Pink Kryptonite, so you know what we have to do."

"Or WHO I have to do." Lois snorted with a roll of her lavender eyes before moaning softly at her husband's strong hands massaging her ass. Almost absently, she grabbed a similar headpiece to the one Barbara wore and slid it over her own forehead.

"Mmm, OK, Smallville, for you I'll put on a little show . . . but you'll have to warm me up first."

"My pleasure." Clark purred as he easily lifted her up by her ass with both hands, then buried his face between her legs to start eating her pussy in one swift set of movements. Lois gasped and slid her thighs over his shoulders before squeezing them around his face, squealing in a mixture of delight and surprise. She reached down to grab him by the hair as well to help keep from falling completely horizontal as he ate her out expertly.

"Oh, God, Clark!" she giggled, sliding a hand down to grab his hair before moaning, bucking around his shoulders. "Yessss . . . YES!"

Inara let out a lusty little chuckle of her own before floating up to whisper in Lois's ear as her husband ate her out.

After a few minutes, she turned to look at Barbara - who was still helplessly tied up and horny within the strange device in Maxima's body - a look of wanton triumph on her face.

"You see this, you stupid little bitch? He'll never do this to YOU, no matter how much you BEG! He's MINE, oh, fuck, yessss! Just like that!"

A part of Barbara wanted to apologize or feel shame but all she could feel was an all consuming lust mixed with a bone deep envy, playing the part of a captive reduced to a whimpering mess of want and need. A queen remade into nothing but a **** wanton whore.

"Pleaaase!" she whined pathetically again "I- I neeeeed it!"

"Tough shit, bitch! I- oh fuck!" Lois snarled at her before Clark's tongue obviously did something magical to make her cry, arching her back and thrashing with pleasure. "Claaaaark!"

Clark effortlessly pulled her away from his face, looking quite pleased with himself as her juices dripped off his lips and square jaw.

"Sounds like you're plenty warmed up, sweetheart. Time to take care of our guest?" he said with a throaty chuckle as he lowered her down towards the ground.

"Wha- ungh . . . oh, ugh, fine." Lois said, slowly coming to stand on wobbly legs post-orgasm as he set her down. "You better appreciate the show, Smallville."

"Oh, I think I'll very much appreciate it." he said, freeing his long, thick cock out of his trunks. He was already hard. Lois laughed lustily and gave it a fond squeeze before moving down towards the captive "Maxima."

The crystal tube slid open as Clark flipped a switch on the nearby console and Lois strutted forward towards her a panther, her face a dismissive, slightly lustful sneer.

"Please, oh, please-" Barbara heard herself beg breathlessly in Maxima's voice, her body still on fire, only for Lois to clench her jaw shut with one hand, reducing her to muffled whimpers.

"Oh, shut up, slut! I'll give you something all right. Suck on this, bitch."

With her other hand, Lois slid two of her fingers down between her legs where Clark had just been eating her pussy, shuddered softly at the sensation, then slid them back out - only to rub them across Barbara's mouth as she **** it open.

Barbara gasped as the two fingers **** their way into her mouth and she tasted the other woman's juices on her tongue. She sucked on them instinctively, her whole body on fire and begging for any sensation, anything at all.

"Ugh. What a disgusting little slut you are." Lois snarled hotly before releasing her jaw and sliding her other hand down to cruelly twist and pinch her hard, pink nipples. "You love this, don't you? Filthy little bitch."

Barbara's whole body bucked with delight at the rough treatment, moaning her assent around the two fingers in her mouth. She noticed Superman putting on a crown of his own distantly, now almost entirely focused on Lois.

"Yeah, that's right. You're not a queen, you're just a bitch in heat!"

The hand tormenting her nipples abruptly slid between her legs, pushing into her drenched folds without warning.

"Ugh, disgusting! So fucking wet for my husband right in front of me, such a shameless little slut. God, I fucking hate you."

Even as she belittled her, her hands began working her pussy expertly, making Barbara's whole body buck. God, she was so close! Everything Lois said was true, she was a horrible slut who'd taken advantage of a married man, so why did it feel so good? Her eyes filled with tears, a strange, frenzied mix of shame, frustration and agonizing pleasure.

"I've always hated you!" Lois hissed, but the anger was tinged by how suddenly husky with desire her voice became as she spoke . . . just before she slid the fingers out from between her lips and kissed her hard on the mouth instead.

Distantly, she heard Superman let out a low moan of approval and saw him stroking himself in the distance before Lois became her whole world. The brunette's hot mouth biting her lip and insistent, angry fingering making her swoon in a mixture of pain and pleasure until all thoughts flew out of her mind.

As Lois pulled away from the kiss, a spark of pink energy flew from the crystals in each of their headpieces.

"You like that? Well, enjoy it, bitch. Fucking me is the closest you'll ever get to having his perfect cock in that slutty pussy of yours."

It was true, Barbara, suddenly realized - she liked this. Being tied up and dominated by another woman was enjoyable. And this would, sadly, be the closest she'd get to having Clark inside her slutty pussy again. Wait, her pussy wasn't slutty, was it? She supposed it had to be, given her new powers but-

"Careful, Lois-" Superman said, his deep, aroused voice, taking on a tone of warning while moving closer, his hand still stroking his thick cock.

"What? She can take it. Just like she loves taking cocks up the ass or getting her huge boobs fucked-"

The pink sparks flew from the crystal in Lois's headgear into Barbara's forehead and distantly she heard the sound of Inara's laughter. Distantly, a tiny part of Barbara widened her eyes in alarm. Was something wrong? Did something bad just happen?

"Remember, the device is transferring all of her powers to you - not just her durability, so I can fuck a baby into you-" he said, getting close enough to reach out his other hand and give one of her pert breasts a quick squeeze. "But also her telepathy. You need to watch what you say."

The brunette looked singularly unimpressed by the warning, rolling her lavender eyes cruelly - a gesture the invisible Inara copied.

"Hmph. Whatever. You're perfectly fine, right, Batsl- er, Maxima?"

Barbara blinked, trying to clear her head briefly as her whole body still throbbed with need and pleasure. Lois's fingers slid out of her and she let out a small gasp. She could almost think straight again.

Had anything strange just happened? Did Lois change her by accident?

"I- ummm, uh . . ."

She thought about it. It wasn't like Lois had said anything untrue so far. She enjoyed being dominated by women and, she decided with a blush, loved cocks up the ass and getting her huge boobs fucked. Admittedly, she hadn't had a real cock up the ass yet, nor had she used her new larger breasts to give anyone titjobs but somehow she just knew that she'd love both activities once she tried them out. It only stood to reason given how much she'd enjoyed her time with Renee Montoya and her ridiculous cow tits no doubt had pleasure commensurate with their size, she fuzzily convinced herself.

"Yessss . . ." she let out dreamily. "Fiiine . . ."

"See? Just fine." Lois purred before turning to give her husband another hot, possessive kiss. Inara started laughing for some reason but it mattered little to Barbara. She just smiled dreamily. She should have known that even Superman's darkest fantasy would benefit someone. In a way, she felt almost honored to help him start a family with Lois. Still, as the two kissed passionately in front of her, she felt vaguely left out.

"Please . . . let me join in!" she whimpered pathetically, bucking her wide hips uselessly as best she could with the restraints in place. "Please . . . Mistress!"

The power couple broke apart from one another with a lusty laugh.

"Oh, I like the sound of that." Clark rumbled.

"Mmm, I can tell." Lois purred, one hand sliding up and down his thick rod. "Never knew you'd like me topping some dirty slut this much. Maybe we should keep her to do chores around the house whenever we're busy, like a slutty French Maid."

"Lois, that's- God, that's hot." the Man of Steel groaned as his wife worked his cock with slow, teasing strokes.

A spark flew from the device around Clark's head this time and both Lois and Barbara shuddered. God, that would be so hot! Why should she have any other job besides being Lois and Clark's French Maid slut? Wearing some ridiculous outfit while doing their menial chores, one hand slipping between her legs while the other worked a broom. Bending over the sink in nothing but fishnets and a slutty little uniform, putting her ass and pussy on display while she did the dishes or made them dinner. Mincing in high heels and jiggling, showing off her big tits while vacuuming. Just the thought of it all made her so wet!

"Oui, s'il te plaît! Faites de moi votre servante . . ." she moaned in perfect French, licking her full lips.

Lois and Clark both turned to look at her with hot, hungry gazes.

"Oh, fuck, yes! Let's keep her." Lois purred, just before lifting her ass high to slide Clark inside of her and gasping, then kissing Barbara hard on the mouth.

"Oh, God . . . Lois!" Clark exclaimed as he began slowly fucking his wife from behind, his strong hands sliding from her corseted waist to one of her tits. All the while Lois's own hands began squeezing and fondling Barbara's own enhanced bust.

As she glanced up away from Lois, the Man of Steel's blue eyes didn't need to have heat vision to let Barbara know that he thought what was happening in front of him was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. His gaze drank the two women in hungrily as he fucked a baby into the love of his life.

"Yeah, fuck me, fill me up!" Lois moaned as she broke the kiss. "All while this little maid slut watches!"

Pink sparks flashed from all three headpieces between the three as their orgasms neared, making them moan in unison. The sensations were all too powerful, suddenly leaving her unable to tell where one of them ended and the other began.

"Oui! Oui! OUUIIII!" Barbara cried out helplessly as the mind meld between the three intensified, feeling the pleasure of Clark's huge cock moving in and out of Lois from behind like it was her own pussy. Clark began fucking Lois harder from behind, big hands on her corseted waist, while Lois used the captive Barbara's big tits as handholds.

After what felt like both an agonizingly slow time and not soon enough, powerful, simultaneous orgasms rocked the trio.

"CLAAAAAAAARK!" Lois screamed.

"LOIS! OH, FUCK, LOIS!" Superman roared.

"Maître! Maîtresse! OUI!" squealed Barbara, Maxima's voice now speaking only French as she howled her climax to her new owners. "OUUUUIIIIIII!"

And, in a corner unseen by any of them as she watched, Inara came powerfully as well, letting out a lusty laugh of triumph.