Justice League President: Superwoman

**Back to the bank robbery in progress...

"Fear not citizens! The Justice League is here!!!" shouted the powerful voice of Superwoman, President of the Justice League.

Superwoman's tall blonde form appeared above the writhing orgy-in-progress. Sweeping her eyes over the oblivious naked sluts. The magically transformed victims of Princess Diva, never stopped joyfully sucking on the delicious clits in front of them. Superwoman's gloriously curvy yet athletic body hovered to catch the light for dramatic effect. A classical beauty, who dresses like a spandex clad cheerleader is par for the course in Gotham City. Her highly photogenic face, perfect hair, perfect golden tan skin made her look like a teenager had been given creative license to take an artist's imagining of a southern California girl and turn up the heat to eleven.

Feeling eyes on her lithe form by instinct Superwoman slowly rotated in mid-air. Her suddenly erect nipples were like tiny beacons poking out from her ultra thin bodysuit. Her back curved into a perfect arch accentuating her sensual hourglass big-bust/big-butt Presidential look. Her plump pink lips lit up her face with a wolfish smile as only a politician can. The wet heat grew in her delicate pussy excited by the certain knowledge of her body ensnaring more votes. Shamelessly thrusting her fit perky ass gave her power over the women of Gotham City.

Resisting the urge to giggle like the sexy "mean girl" she knew herself to be, Superwoman slowly dragged her perfect nails across the bright spandex of her hips and ass. The teasing prickling across the smooth silky skin of her hips made her whole body buzz with heightened aroused need. The fetishistic need to be seen, to be lusted over. She was the powerful respected woman every other woman wanted to bring home to meet the parents. Her re-election ads for Justice League President were everywhere. You couldn't pass a bus-stop without seeing her friendly perfect teeth and bright blue eyes.

Knowing that the moment had come for her to use her "true" power to take what she deserved from the powerless women below her, she felt her already hard nipples stiffen impossibly more, advertising the erotic desire she loved to indulge so much. Continuing to slowly rotate in mid-air, Superwoman started flexing her kegels in time with the unseen pulsing of her throbbing clit. Her hips started a slow circlular movement. The light streaming in around her from the the broken ceiling glittered off the almost reflective fabric of her superheroine uniform. A dark wet spot already visible on her crotch.

In the few seconds that any normal woman might perceive, Superwoman's complete control of her body was generating an unseen field of energy. Subliminal to non-super beings the powerful energy of the biological rhythm flowing in waves from her hot soaked pussy through her swirling hips to the base of her proudly erect superheroine fem cock thumping along. Her superpowerful sense of hearing told her that her invisible display was starting to have the desired affect on the previously oblivious sluts below.

She heard every gasp and urgent moan suddenly made for her instead of the whims of a magical criminal. Her eyes half lidded with the dirty pleasure of being the object of all that desire. Without looking she felt the point of critical mass. The bare seconds of normal women was an eternity compared to her super speed. Bringing one hand up to drag over her flushed cheek her fingers crudely grasped her hair at the back of her head, pulling her head to the side with a jerk. Her other hand dragged her unbreakable Kryptonian nails leaving bright scratches from mid-thigh all the way across one of her luscious ass cheeks. Her glazed over eyes shut tight as felt the air in the room shudder around her from the mild shock wave of air caused when her hand stopped scratching herself only to move at super speed to slap her self-abused buttock. Her sweaty hand palmed the bulletproof and yet somehow soft jiggly booty meat.

Hot pre-cum soaked through the now slick sheath around her superheroine fem cock. Matching the wet spot over her pussy. Moving in sync, one hand jerked her hair back like a dominant woman taking control of her lover. Her other hand still palming the plush globe of her plump buttock, spread her fingers wide and sank deeply into the pliant flesh. The invisible vibrations her body was generating reached a fever pitch as she now added the secret ingredient. Flexing her glutes in a completely new counterpoint to the continuous subliminal ****. The two rhythms of kinetic energy smashed together like ocean waves inside her.

The two rhythms seemed to resist each other. Unconsciously licking her soft glistening lips like a Gotham prep academy student feeling her first involuntary orgasm. (From the virtual reality goggles Mayor Kyle had installed to help the sexy 18+ year old students adjust to new erotic Gotham City ordinances.) Superwoman bite down her perfect pearly white teeth on her lower lip. Her body held in an a slowly rotating exaggerated pose by her own hands. The rhythms crashing together inside her body were getting wilder. Her toes curled inside her knee high boots as her clit blazed with a firey heat pushed out by her hips thrusting forward. The nerves in her nipples shot past normal clamp levels of stimulation as she felt the energy wave travel up her svelte torso to swell and balloon her tits up at least a cup size. Staying with the rhythms as the internal energy wave seemed to crest at the engorged nipples crowning her beautiful tits, Superwoman used her superpowered control over her body to make her nipples contract just the way they would if her hands were doing it. Pushing herself over the edge the combined **** of her hands-free nipple twisting and powerfully rounded hips figuratively drove her painfully erect fem cock and clit against the invisible wall of **** blasting from her non-stop superpowered glutes.

There was silent but deafening crack when the dual rhythms snapped together in sudden unity. The relative eternity to Superwoman was finished before her body stopped rotating. Superwoman was smiling more wickedly than anything. Breathing heavily she floated down to the bank floor where every single pair of eyes was locked on her. Open lust and blatant need was written on every face. So powerful was her subliminal display it overrode the magical need to fuck seared into the minds of the bimbofied victims. They mewled wordlessly as they groped and teased only their own bodies. Their glazed over eyes never leaving the Kryptonian goddess floating down to them.

"Are you my GOOD GIRLS?" She asked them rhetorically. Every single woman in the bank was blanketed by an almost memory erasing orgasm. The post hypnotic trigger worked perfectly every time. Barely able to hold back fierce laughter as she listened to their mind-fucked begging for her to let them fuck her hard & long. They'd never get the chance of course, she only fucked them. Not the other way around.

The masses love Superwoman. But in private her fellow Justice League members always secretly referred to her as "President Bitch". If she'd just been an ultra sexy "mean girl" it might've been OK. But long ago Superwoman had graduated to ****, intimidation, and mind control to sexually manipulate new Justice League members. The senior members hated the way Superwoman always referred to the league as her stable. All the impressionable young up and coming superheroines were her ponies. It was always the same. The perky usually college age women joined the Justice League with stars in their eyes. Excited to be offered mentoring by the popular and beautiful idol of Gotham City.

All the senior members of the league dreamed of dethroning Superwoman as President of the Justice League and therefore legitimate leader of all superheroines. It was the secret shame of every senior member that as fed up as they were, each of them couldn't help but think about being with Superwoman. Never admitting to each other that after every mission they all fantasized about being taken by their President Bitch. Ignoring the moans of their fellow league members who never noticed anything wrong with all of them naked in the showers waiting for Superwoman to complete the mandatory post-mission health inspection. A combination of Superwoman using her hands & mouth to probe the naked bodies of each league member until she's satisfied. Luckily none of them pay any attention to their colleagues also waiting naked and secured into one of the safety immobilizer harnesses installed under the showerheads of the (communal shower only) Justice League HQ fitness facility.

The hypnotic campaign ads played on TV all year round. It was how Superwoman & her alter ego Danvers never faced any political threat or resistance to re-election for Justice League President or Gotham City Council. The mind-fucked sluts surrounding her in the bank were just the latest proof that it was well worth the effort.

Superwoman felt a flash of erotic need flow across her entire body as her focus was brought to the strange pair of blissfully mind-fucked sluts in the center of the circle of naked sluts. The two women were a riot of erotic contradiction. Bright glittery ruby red knee high boots encasing a pair of intoxicating athletic legs were wrapped around the waist of a svelte but MILFy body dressed in an almost metallic neon purple reflective skintight outfit. Their bright red hair and faces were so alike they could be mistaken for mother and daughter. That possiblity was immediately discarded from Superwoman's mind as she looked deeply into the glittering ruby red energy spiraling around the very cute eyes of the woman on bottom....