Emerald Mission

Somewhere in the slums of Metropolis.

Through those dark, seldom-traveled places where crime and criminals abound, a stunning woman walked with great ease. She was a voluptuous brunette with dark hair, brown eyes, and full crimson lips. But the best part was below her neck: gigantic breasts that bounced with every step and an equally immense ass capable of making anyone turn their heads.

That, along with her blouse and miniskirt, gave the impression that she was a high-quality prostitute, capturing the attention of every passerby. But what no one knew in the slightest was that she was, in fact, none other than Poison Ivy.

Half an hour had passed since she left the Fortress. The teleportation took her to an abandoned warehouse, as planned. There, the villain hid the artifact in a secure location and took her time putting the finishing touches on her new disguise.

Although everyone present didn't know her true identity, she would easily attract a lot of attention to her—of the sexual kind, of course. That never bothered Pamela; after all, she'd always used her sex appeal as an effective weapon in her misdeeds, and it also made her feel powerful.

As expected in a place like that, it wasn't long before Pam found herself surrounded by several guys and even a few girls, all of them with lascivious glances.

"Beautiful, you've got some great tits you've got there... why don't you come with me on my motorcycle for a few rides?" said a man with a "gangsta" face.

Then another man approached her, looking like a pimp in an elegant suit and accompanied by a beautiful girl, and then he pulled out a large wad of bills.

"Hey, you slut, do you want to make a lot of money? If you join us, it'll be yours."

Right behind her were a couple of barely dressed women smoking something pretty strong.

"I don't think she's interested in cock... Right, my love?"

“No way, I'm sure they like the same team… Don't you know, are you craving a threesome with scissors?”

And so, several similar proposals began to be received from people **** to… well, to engage in sexual acts with her in any way possible. But Pam didn't feel the slightest bit of interest in any of them; in fact, it bothered her that they would even think of touching her.

“I'm afraid I already have a very important commitment,” the disguised villain told them indifferently.

So she left, not without shaking her ass exaggeratedly as the only consolation for those present. Some of them were simply disappointed, but others persisted a little more, only to be rejected by Pam again.

“Oh, they think they're worthy of me… how stupid! My Owner is the only one with the right to touch me and decide who I… sleep with. I would have given them a little lethal kiss, but it would have drawn too much attention,” she muttered to herself.

She rejected all of them, not because they were unattractive; in fact, many of them looked good. At another time, she would have considered them for a good shag. But her body and soul belonged to Sex-Man; her loyalty to her Owner was so great that all her sexual thoughts were directed toward him.

She continued on her way to the most dangerous areas of the city, places where ordinary people wouldn't want to go unaccompanied. But she wasn't afraid to venture into those dark paths since she had an important mission from Zack.

She came across an old abandoned power plant, discolored, rusted, and crumbling everywhere. It seemed like a place no one would live in... or so most people thought.

Poison Ivy knew it wasn't actually abandoned; it only gave the impression of being abandoned. She wandered around until she found what she was looking for. Covered in debris and grass, there was a false wall. She probed it a bit, activating a secret switch. Suddenly, the wall moved aside as if it were a door.

Once inside, as she watched the wall close automatically, she found the secret hiding place, which she was able to access thanks to her experience in the criminal world. It was a virtue the Owner had valued in her, as it would be very difficult for a hero to penetrate this underworld with such skill.

She walked down a dark corridor barely lit by a dim bulb. The path led downwards, like a gloomy attic. As she descended, she skillfully dodged the occasional alarm, most likely meant to alert its occupants of an unwanted guest.

At the end of the corridor, she saw a door open; on the other side, she could hear several voices: three women arguing among themselves, unaware of her presence.

“Grr... I hate those superheroes... especially that damn Wonder Woman!” someone said, accompanied by a growl.

“Calm down, kitty. At least they didn't drain almost all of your energy with that damned device... it left me so useless that it took me 9 hours to fully recharge,” another woman spoke, her voice strange, as if coming from a damaged speaker.

“Don't call me a kitty!”

“Stop it; it's stupid that we're fighting each other now... that's not why we joined forces.” This time, it was another woman's voice, loud and almost like a man's.

“Hmm... well, you're right. If it weren't for you, Doris, we'd be fighting in prison.”

“Yeah... it's calmed me down now, but... I'm sick of always losing to that damn thing.”

Then a loud roar was heard, as if it were a big cat.

“ME TOO!!! How I want to have that Amazon bitch in my clutches and pay her back for everything she's done to me!”

“Girls...what if I told you all of that is possible?” Pam said.

The door slowly opened, and the disguised Pamela entered. The three women sitting on an old couch were shocked and bewildered by her abrupt presence. The trio of girls in that dark place were no ordinary criminals...

“How did she get in here?” the girl said, her voice magnetized.

She was wearing a black latex suit with a huge blue lightning bolt on it. It lit up the room as it emitted electric sparks from her hands and hair... It was Livewire!

“Grrrr... An intruder!” "Well, at least I'll have a little blood."

The other was a cheetah-woman with a very menacing look, yellow skin with brown and black spots covered in fur. Her hair was light brown, as were her eyes. She was wearing a kind of top and shorts made from scraps of fabric, and she didn't have any shoes... It was Cheetah!

"I don't know how you'll get in... But I know how you'll get out!"

The last was a redhead wearing a two-piece leopard-skin suit that looked like a tailcoat. It began to grow, reaching nearly 3 meters in length... It was none other than Giganta!

Before things could escalate, Pamela immediately raised her hands in surrender.

"Stop, stop, girls, you've come in peace... Don't you know who I am?" she said in a conciliatory tone.

But none of the three villains showed any signs of letting their guard down in her presence.

“Oh, I understand. I think my little disguise was a bit too effective... well, let me demonstrate.”

Very slowly, so as not to alarm the supervillains even further, she removed her skin, letting her bushy red hair fall. Then she removed a piece of her synthetic skin, revealing her signature green skin. Seeing this, the three villains displayed a look of disbelief, and little by little, they calmed down.

“Poison Ivy?... What happened to you?” Livewire asked, slowing her shocks.

“Hmm... let's just say we got some nice improvements, hehe,” Pam replied with a confident laugh.

“Grrrr... darn... we almost got scared to ****,” Cheetah growled, hiding her claws.

In turn, Giganta, who had returned to her original size, walked toward her with an accusatory look.

"And what in the world are you doing here? The last time we talked about getting you to join, about a month ago, you said you had more important matters."

Poison Ivy wasn't intimidated by Giganta; in fact, she gave her a small laugh, letting her know she wasn't afraid of her. She then walked behind her to stand between the three villains.

"Ha ha ha... you're still mad at me for rejecting their offer. Okay, I'll get to the point. I'll tell you that my important research back then yielded wonderful results... let's just say I struck gold."

She noticed how everyone showed some degree of interest in her words, and to better capture their attention, Pamela let an almost undetectable portion of her pheromones flow into the room.

"What have you accomplished?" Cheetah said impatiently.

"Well, aside from getting this incredible figure, I found a way to control those heroes... all of them!"

"You're kidding us. Is there such a thing?" This time it was Livewire.

Now Pam used a little more of her pheromones to make them more receptive to her words.

"Believe me, I'm not joking. I want the same thing you do...to subdue Power Girl, subdue Batwoman, humiliate Wonder Woman, and defeat all those defenders of justice...I promise you, with this, those bastards will be on their knees," said Poison Ivy, victoriously.

She didn't hear any response from the three of them, but she sensed that her words reached them.

"I understand this is very hard to believe, and you don't have to answer today...I'll give you three days to decide. Go ahead."

She gave each of them a simple card with a phone number on it. The villains took it without objection, and with that, she headed for the exit.

"Three days. If I don't receive any calls from you during that time, you'll be out...and don't worry, I'm not a rat; I'm not going to rat you out."

That was the last thing Pamela said before leaving the hideout, leaving the ball with the trio of supervillains.