Gypsy "helps" him reach the secure scheduling terminal.

During his ventures in and out of the women’s section of the Watchtower over the last few weeks, Brandon had developed a sense for his victims’ shifts. For example, Batwoman tended to show up in the evening, as though she had a regular nine-to-five job or other daily obligation, while Hawkgirl was an early riser he rarely saw after lunch. If he wanted to target a specific woman he could time his trips accordingly. He also knew women tried to normalize anything he did to them; when he pushed Huntress out of his way, she casually leaned against a wall as though moving to the side had always been her intention. By combining the amulet’s features with his own knowledge, he could confidently skip out on his custodial job, visit the women’s commissary, and get the biggest cup of soda he could find, confident he’d put it to use. As expected, he only had to wait a few minutes before Gypsy, one of the League’s newer members, walked down the hall next to the secure computer room as she always did after her shower and before lunch. He placed the cup in her hand and her fingers closed around it, and she even took a small sip. The rim of the cup touched her lips, and Brandon smacked the bottom of it, dousing his target with nearly thirty-two ounces of ice-cold cola.

Gypsy jumped and backed away, holding out her arms and staring at her dress in abject shock. He didn’t blame her. She had no idea how she’d gotten a drink in the first place, much less how she’d carelessly spilled by drinking while walking. She flicked her arms, sending droplets of sugar water in every direction. Brown liquid seeped into her white top, turning it transparent enough to show the small strapless bra behind it, and the front of her green dress clung to her shapely legs. She looked around for witnesses and spun on her barefoot heel, probably intending to head back to the locker room for a change of clothes. Rather than leave her to her own devices, Brandon gently pushed her against the wall. Gypsy’s brow lowered as she processed her situation, but she must have decided to follow along with “her” action. The wall shimmered with a pale purple light and she phased through it, using her powers to pass through solid matter, and Brandon held on to her arm and followed. When the opening faded, he was alone with her on the other side of the wall, in the secure room.

He tapped at the nearest keyboard, putting in a token effort toward his ultimate goal. Most of his attention stayed with Gypsy, who wandered about for a moment before she decided she must have entered the room for a little privacy. She peeled the sticky dress off her body, shimmying it down her slender waist and hips, and after a brief bout of consternation she started on her white bra and panties as well. Her dark nipples, encouraged by the cold drink, stood as proud and hard as Brandon had ever seen, and trimmed black hair hugged the pussy she tried to wipe clean with the hem of her dress. Her long yellow headband had survived the attack, as did the array of gold jewelry she wore around her neck, arms, and ankles, all practically glowing against brown skin with undertones of silver. She toweled herself off, removing any trace of cola before it became a tacky mess, and once she was naked and dry she dropped her clothing and let her hands do the work directly. The amulet hit her hard, and she bent forward and leaned one arm against the wall as she rubbed her clit, pleasuring herself and giving Brandon a powerful distraction.

But he had a job, and he did it. The whole plan would be worthless if he didn’t at least see the schedule. So he ignored the young, nubile woman moaning a few feet away and focused on the computer, giving it the majority (or, a plurality) of his attention until he summoned a calendar to the screen. He reviewed it quickly: out of the country, visiting family, emergency on-call, perfect! It was everything he’d hoped with all the times, dates, places, and potential victims he could ask for. He took the paper and pen out of his pocket and laid them next to the keyboard, and then the rest of his uniform went too. Now he knew he could get what he needed, and he had time to take what he wanted.

He stood behind Gypsy and pulled her ass against his cock—or, his upper thighs, really. She stood shorter than he did, and bent as she was she’d have to get on tip-toe to line herself up. But his dick did nestle nicely atop her slim cheeks, and she bounced her rear to massage him while he explored her further. A wealth of black hair blocked most of his view, leaving his hands to appreciate her sides with wiggling fingers and hard gropes. Her front still held some of the cold from her earlier spill, and he helped warm her by cupping her breasts and kneading them until she trembled with pleasure. Her hard nipples resisted his pinches but she panted all the same, sliding her body against his grip without acknowledging his presence. Between a mild case of the shivers and her own near-hyperventilation she didn’t have much air for speaking, but she did her best, letting out a stray “oh!” or “yeah!” when her body jerked.

She bit her lip and pushed against the wall, and the purple light appeared again. Brandon almost noticed it too late, when she was halfway through the wall, and he grabbed her elbow and pulled her back before a naked, masturbating superhero tumbled into the hallway. Her body fell against his, with a layer of long hair between them, and he peered over her shoulder as she reached the last stages of her self-pleasure session. She bounced on her toes, rubbing her ass against his dick and sending her apple-sized breasts quivering in his hands, and her head leaned back while her fingers took her the rest of the way. With her mouth inches from his ear he plainly heard a breathy “so good so good so gooooood!”, and her body went rigid for several seconds before she relaxed with a dreamy smile.

It was a nice show, but Brandon had his own needs to consider. Pushing her against the wall clearly wasn’t smart, so he turned Gypsy around and propped her against a low computer terminal. She jumped when her ass hit the cold metal, trying and failing to get away from the temperature shock. After a moment she realized she wasn’t able to get away and the amulet did its magic, convincing her to hop up on the terminal as though it was her idea. Losing sight of her svelte ass was a shame, but now her entire front was laid out for him, and more importantly he could reach the spot he wanted most. He shoved her hand away from her crotch and spread her legs, trying to position her so she didn’t accidentally sit on an alarm button or something. She supported herself with similarly careful hand placement, and her hands stopped reaching for her pussy when Brandon rubbed the underside of his shaft against it. In a few strokes he’d gotten himself slick from her honey, and he dipped low and stood upright as he pushed inside.

“Big!” was her perfunctory vocal response, though her wide eyes and arched back stoked his ego further. She stared at the ceiling and clung to the computer, letting her body move on its own until he had fully embedded himself. Unlike her skin her pussy was as hot as he’d come to expect, already wet and sensitive from the amulet’s effects, and with just a few strokes he had it squeezing him in an iron grip. He didn’t touch her otherwise, letting his dick do all the work, taking her to the brink with the minimum possible effort. As he fucked the oblivious superhero, her eyes stayed on the ceiling, never passing in his general direction. He wondered what she thought, if she even thought at all, about how she was in the midst of sex with no partner, or masturbation with no fingers. He got an answer when she lifted her legs, linked her ankles behind his back, and rolled her hips with his thrusts: she didn’t care, not with a second orgasm well on its way.

He clapped his hands around the sides of her ass, kneading what little fat she had and steering her in the direction he wanted. Her arms spread over the backs of the computer screens, exposing her perky tits and the brown nipples atop them. Brandon fucked her with hard, quick thrusts, lifting her small body off the table with every movement and waiting until her breasts came to a stop before giving her the next. Her pants rose, louder than the sound of fluorescent lights or buzzing fans, though few words came out clear enough to hear: “Yes!” as he dug his nails into her rear; “More!” as he slammed his cock as deep as she could take it; “Almost!” as her eyes shut and her stomach twitched. He bit his lip, holding off his own release until she perched on the edge of hers, and when her body tightened he shoved deep and gave the hero her first—and, if he was lucky, only—secret insemination.

Brandon pulled out and wiped his dick clean on the insides of Gypsy’s thighs. While she recovered, he returned to the terminal and skimmed through the upcoming events. Holiday out of state? No good. Public speaking? Useless, unless he found an engagement where men were barred from entering. Talk show appearance? Not if it was going to be broadcast nationwide. But a few options stood out to him, scattered across a week or two, with varying levels of public impact. If he did it right, it would certainly be enough to show the Justice League was still under attack without Luthor’s involvement, all while giving him several fun ways to spread his seed through the world’s greatest heroes. It even gave him some downtime between bouts so he could enjoy his powers on his own terms. He jotted down dozens of names, times, locations, everything he needed to create his own itinerary.

He closed the calendar and returned the terminal to the state he had found it, and as he dressed he wondered what else he could do with such sensitive information. Could he create events, putting the League right where he wanted them? Could he make himself a keycard so he didn’t have to steal anybody else’s? Could he access camera feeds and get naughty pictures or videos of his favorite heroes, either while they were blithely masturbating or after he’d fucked them and they went about their business heedless of their nudity and ticking biological clock? Or if he could see their medical records, he might have some measure of his success. If he knew a heroine was already pregnant he could focus his time elsewhere, Luthor would know he’d been effective, and they would have a bit of secret information to damage the League’s reputation further. Food for thought.

Gypsy stuck two fingers in her pussy, plugging his leaking cum and shoving it deeper, and Brandon opted to hedge his bets. Now was not the time for a risky second creampie, not with his job waiting. He was playing it smart now, and he had took much to look forward to. He tapped the control panel next to the door, opening it from the unlocked inside, and left the naked hero to slowly realize she’d been jilling herself crazy after spilling a soda. Maybe her brain would normalize it as a new fetish for temperature play. He’d have to check on her later, after he’d finished the evil plan now shoved into his uniform pocket.