Elsewhere...

Renee wakes up in her home from before... she forgets. No, this is familiar. She gets in the shower and rubs her hot body all over before getting out and dressing for work;

A blue string bikini with eight inch heels, police cap, her badge hanging from a thick black collar, metal anklets and bracelets so she can be fastened to nearby surfaces and fucked, and elbow and kneepads so she doesn't get too scraped up when being fucked on all fours. The uniform of a GCPD Patrol Cunt. But she was a Detective... before...

In the kitchen, her wife Kate Kane is being fucked by Renee's partner, Detective Harvey Bullock. Grinning at Kate's pregnant belly, she gets on her knees to lick their overweight Master's asshole, her own pregnant belly lightly touching the floor.

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B'wana Beast rose from his bed to sit at its edge. Quick to appear before their Master, Kate and Mari crawled between his legs and were sucking gently on one nut each. This was where they belonged, Mike thought to himself.

He looked at Mari and her beautiful black skin, and was amused at how dense she'd become, just like the women outside his tent. Kate had managed to retain enough to still form coherent sentences.

Elsewhere, the Spectre watched as a man she only knew by reputation used two formerly strong and independent women. Women she knew. Women she respected when she was alive, when she was Helena Bertinelli. The Huntress. He would bring stability to  the area, the Lords of Order told her, uniting many groups under his banner. She turned her gaze to outside the tent and watched as the Titan known as Beast Boy finally rallied enough to take control of the reverse gangbang he had been trapped in. His hesitation in the past had been a hindrance. He could not afford to be a kind-hearted vegan anymore. Suppressing the predator instinct could not be tolerated in the new Champion of the Red.

Renee Montoya watched, feeling certain it's all another illusion. As it turned out, Helena was bored and had been surprised at how easily Renee's wife had surrendered to cock. She'd wanted to share that revelation with Renee. The Spectre melted away her mask, her cloak, her costume, until she was just a naked woman with black hair and a greenish-white pale skin. She caressed Renee's body and forced the Latina lesbian to climax to the sight of Kate mooing like a dumb cow as a man covered her face with cum.

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A golden House of El shield on a red sling bikini, her cape part of the bikini and stopping just above her bubble butt. Red gloves and boots still, though the boots now had a four-inch heel. She'd... just float rather than walk. Some gold bands on her upper arms and upper thighs had high-tech pouches that folded into themselves. But all they held... was condoms?

She had nothing else to wear.

Trying to be sneaky, she used her flight to go above and around. The kitchen was empty, letting her gorge herself a bit.

Elsewhere in the Palace, Kara had to stop herself from gasping or drawing attention to herself. Every woman was being fucked by at least three men. Around every corner, in every room she passed while heading to the Throneroom, she saw and heard women being used. And all of them, men and women, were praising Baba-Set.

She passed a door that was new. Kara remembered it being a Royal Shrine to the Gods. The door had been replaced with one that displayed legends of Baba-Set. His brutish visage, his weighing of the dead, his violation of women. The blonde Kryptonian heard a woman, a familiar woman, with... something. She backed away and carried on until she found the Throneroom. Thankfully, she didn't need to expose herself by opening the door as there was a hole in the wall near the ceiling, where messenger birds used to fly in.

Inside, Kara heard the wet sounds of a throat being fucked, and the growls of Kahndaq's monarch. Keeping to pillars, Supergirl moved in unseen until she could peer around one last pillar to see...

"Good Batson... finally you can take my entire cock in your mouth!" Black Adam congratulated a naked brunette. Kara thought... Batson... a relative of Billy Batson? Captain Marvel? He was part of her cousin Kal's group, but he died. Was this... his wife? "Maybe when I restore your connection to your powers, you can wear my colours instead of your brother's," ah, Kara noted, she's Captain Marvel's sister, "or maybe... pink. Just a little more... hmm!" Before Kara's eyes, Black Adam held the Batson girl's head down and loud swallowing filled the room.

Kara felt a treacherous throb from her cunt.

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"Bruce, we've been getting refugees from Southern Africa. Men and young boys, no women. They tell us stories of Beasts, of their own livestock mutating and becoming creatures of war. Driven from their homes by the will of a distant figure." David Zavimbe, Batwing, reported as Bruce watched the recording from his laptop up in his study at Wayne Manor.

"The women... they grew horns, their curves growing beyond something natural humans possessed and... and mooing like dumb cattle." That was disturbing. The chimerae he'd described sounded like the work of B'wana Beast, Bruce had  no idea why Maxwell would do this. "Whatever this is, they are killing or driving off people from their homes and... changing the women. It is coming this way and I have recruited the Amazons living here to help. But I had to specifically point to it being a threat to them to get them to work with us." Bruce's eyes narrowed as the sounds from the Batcave became louder.

"I could use some friendlier faces here. And Bruce? About the video with me and Selina, I-" anything else was cut off as Bruce stopped the recording and switched off his laptop. He had been driven out of his own cave, he would not listen to empty words from Batwing.

"Bruce? There's a message from Batwing, are you-" Selina appeared at the door of his study, wearing only her cat ears. He raised his hand to stop her.

"Yes, a force of unknown origin is invading villages and kidnapping people. He's got help from the Bana-Mighdall, but wants help from people who won't abandon them on grounds of gender-bias. It was easier to watch his report here. Far from... distractions." Selina's eyes narrowed, and she slowly nodded. Things had changed.

Before going to Gorilla City, she was his whore. She'd made mistakes during Superman's Regime and while she'd helped him, immersing herself in her own perversions to conceal her motives had made her desires more pronounced, more dominant. The time with Bruce after had helped hernto regain some control, by being controlled by Bruce.

But Gorilla City... Bruce's domination of her had been at a point he had nearly made her a brainless pet. But Bane, the Society, Gorilla City, Titanica... she felt her body shake in agony, it felt painful to not be fucking. And Bruce... Bruce wasn't liking that her cunt had a louder voice than he did.

"Bruce... I love you. I do. But I have to go back down into the Cave. If you won't... join us... I can't... please come with me... please." Bruce ground his teeth. He never played with her with other men. He wasn't small, had nothing to be ashamed of. But he never liked to share control. Never opened up easily. Selina remembered they nearly tried swinging, but then Lois got sick and showed up the next day with a positive pregnancy test.

Selina's eyes searched his, before sighing and dropping her head. When she looked back up, her expression was one of a lust-addled whore. Only some recently shed tears running down her cheeks showed evidence of what his refusal meant to her.

"I gotta go play with Ollie's arrow, okay Mistah Bee? Try not to spend too long on the Internet!" She said in a breathy voice, turning to walk back to the Cave entrance.

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