Ignore Harley, what else is going on?

Kent Nelson floundered in the Place Between. Nabu, the Spirit bound to the Helmet of Fate and a Lord of Order, jad become enthralled by the clean, sterile, Order promised by the being called Brainiac. He and others of the Cosmic **** of Order were intent on aiding the green-skinned traveller in his collecting endeavour. Perhaps it would even have happened... but as Kent's life flashed before his eyes, he remembered a recent encounter...

She was rubbing her face against his hardening cock, mewling like a hungry kitten. He'd heard about her, who hadn't? Batman's favourite cockwhore, who chose Kryptonian dick, then the dick of every member of the Regime.

No cunt he had ever fucked was this much of a cumslut. Hngh! He had to! He pushed her onto all fours and took her, her cunt managing to still be tight despite all the cocks she'd taken. Right as he came in her, he had a Vision and spoke to her, that Vision playing once more.

"You will not recover, you were always a Whore Selina, and so a Whore you will always be."

And then she was dutifully cleaning up his cock while his mond cleared, allowing Kent Nelson to take control once more.

In the Place Between, the Lords who'd hesitated on Brainiac latched onto this. Nabu, once a man himself in Ancient Times, was reminded of more orderly times, where the women were soft, weak, stupid, and a joy to hold down and use.

"This... Path will be explored." And from Earth outwards, a cry went out as millennia of progress towards equality was moved against by Beings Above.

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The Society was enjoying a state of lustful joy. Catwoman, who'd repeatedly scorned the touch of the hyper-inrelligent Gorillas of Gorilla City, was now being passed from one to the next, to the next, to the next. She'd whined, complained, but first the slaps and backhands silenced her, and then the cocks made her make more acceptable sounds.

Joyful cries.

Lusty moans.

Guttural groans.

And most importantly, the pleas for more.

They would have kept fucking her regardless, but rhe fact she wanted it meant the Gorillas could focus on their pleasure instead of educating a fussy female.

Selina was trying to resist how good their cocks felt. But with Titanica in her blood and showing no sign of fading, she feels more compelled to be a titanic slut than a anti-hero spy for Bruce.

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Meanwhile, in Kahndaq...
Diana was experiencing an intense dream. It was reminding her of her more Heroic days when she would sometimes receive Visions from the Gods.

Difficult now after the Olympians descended to Earth to fight the Superman during the Regime's rise. Zeus' proclamation that Olympus would not return to Earth was one of the contributing factors towards Diana needing to resort to harsher methods of controlling her sisters on Themyscira.

She shifts in her bed, unconsciously moving her bedcovers from her nude form, baring herself to any who might enter her room, or be observing from elsewhere.

Observers such as Pan, the God of the Wild Places, of ****, and of Misogyny.

While Diana, Superman, and the Regime had either poisoned the Olympians' view of Earth or starved them of power in the specific case of Ares, Pan had bided his time. So long as Olympian Divine Magic existed on Earth, he could linger. And Themyscira was an entire island of it. He couldn't go there, for now. But after the Lords of Order reached out to him, he knew exactly where to start.

Entering Superman's lab at the Fortress of Solitude, Diana saw the control collar on the monstrous creature Doomsday. A beast whose focus was ever on destruction and desecration, she well remembered how he cackled at the Camera Drones that emotionlessly observed his attacks, and his defiling of powerful heroines and even villainesses.

She wanted assurances, to know that Superman understood she wasn't trying to replace Lo-

The conversation went no further as Doomsday began laughing again, before grabbing the barely dressed Amazon, her latest attempt to cocktease Superman, and pin her to a wall. To the side, Superman was sneering before telling his "cousin" not to kill her, she has a party to get to.

The grey giant **** her legs apart and ran a finger against her bare cunt. She blushed at him finding her already extremely wet. She howled in shame as he slid inside her, slamming against her womb.

Diana woke gasping, feeling the phantom sensation of cruel, grey, cock hollowing out her insides.

Then she remembered the look in Superman's eyes. The look of interest in what was happening. And it was enough to make the Exiled Amazon begin rubbing her wet cunt, picturing herself earning Superman's attention as a degraded piece of fuckmeat.

No... rapemeat.