Power Girl gets Dick every way she can, Superman surprises Lois with a quickie in the Daily Planet closet and a superteam finds themselves defeating the Female Furies in a VERY surprising fashion

Karen Starr had never had this many orgasms in one day in her entire life.

She lay panting and trembling on the rooftop in nothing but a pair of pink vinyl hooker heels and sweat as Nightwing rolled off of her, body still throbbing with pleasurable afterglow.

After the initial titfuck, he'd tossed her legs over his shoulders, grabbed her tits roughly with both hands and slamfucked her pussy like a cheap piece of meat for half an hour . . . during which time she'd had countless orgasms. It was like nothing she'd every felt before, her brain turning off and every inch of her skin radiating pure pleasure while he used and abused her like a cheap whore on the rooftop of a lingerie store in New Jersey. . . and she begged for more.Her mind just couldn't process how something this degrading and humiliating felt so fucking good. Was this a dream or a nightmare?

Karen didn't move except for panting heavily, not sure what would or wouldn't trigger another round of rough, mindblowing sex . . . or if she wanted it to happen again.

"Ungh. Jesus Christ! Fuck." Nightwing panted as he collapsed and lay beside her, also prone, his impressive but now wilting cock still hanging out of his pants, covered in her juices. "What- what WAS that? Fuck!"

Dick Grayson groaned again and lay on his back panting, trying to process what just happened. If it weren't for the sensation of his sore cock, scratches up and down his back (through his outfit no less), trembling muscles and afterglow, he thought he might be dreaming. He just fucked Power Girl's tits and then fucked her again! THE Power Girl, Jesus Christ. And it was almost exactly like the simple-minded fantasies he'd had about her back when he was a very young, boob-obsessed virginal teenager - long before having met Starfire, but after having accidentally spied Catwoman and Batman having a tryst on a rooftop - right down to her giggling and begging for more.

"I . . . Are you OK?" he asked, turning on his side to look at her with concern.

She literally couldn't help but grin but she felt in control of herself, at least for now. She reached out and grabbed what passed for her clothes and tried to tell him the truth as she slid them back on.

"Um, I, like, totally couldn't stop myself from being a bimbo slut but it felt, like, totally awesome to get fucked by your huge cock, Nightwing! It was totally weird but I came soooo hard! Like over and over and OVER! My fuckpillows felt so SUPER good wrapped around your cock! Like it was magic or something!" she said, wincing at how stupid she now sounded when she talked. Apparently, bimbos overshared about sex, she thought wryly. .

"OK, got it. Uh, thanks, I guess?" he said, blushing awkwardly . . . and all over Karen noticed idly. "So, something's making us do this . . . and not tell anyone. But what?"

Cautiously, she tried to share more information, speaking as slowly and clearly as she could, unsure what would trigger the next round of fucking, sliding her pink viny hot pants back up her hips.

"I'm, like, not one but I always gotta dress like a cheap whore! And I gotta-" She paused, because a bimbo wouldn't know the word "abundantly." and revised her words as she slid her overstressed pink tube top over her boobs again.

"Uh, I gotta make it totally super clear or whatever at all times that I'm nothing but a big-titted bimbo on the hunt for a hard cock 24/7! Oh, and, um, I gotta have my gorgeous fuckpillows wrapped around a cock, like, every hour on the hour or I may as well, like, kill myself!"

She stood up on shaky legs, brushing off dust from the rooftop from her body as best she could, blushing beet red. She'd kill Killgrave for this, she thought . . . but couldn't even clench her fists. Or stop fucking smiling! She wanted to scream but instead, she just giggled yet again. A bimbo would always pretend to be happy and horny when a hot guy was around and she had to admit Nightwing fit the bill.

"That's . . . certainly specific." Nightwing said blinking in shock at her words. "But it explains the outfit and the text. Wait, how did you send the text without triggering the sex?"

Karen contemplated this. Perhaps whatever was happening had been satisfied by her first lesbian experience below with Ali? Christ, she still couldn't believe that happened! She tried to think how to best communicate about it but sighed and gave up, readying herself for the filth she was about to spew.

"Oh, like maybe it was because I totally let myself get fucked by the cute lezzie salesgirl downstairs for these slutty clothes before I sent that text! I, like, didn't think I liked girls but she made me cum a whole bunch before you got here! But, it wasn't like this! I didn't, like, cum anywhere NEAR as much as I did just now with your big, yummy magic cock inside me!"

Nightwing blinked in shock.

"Holy shit. Uhh . . ." he shook his head as if to clear it of the images. "Well, I guess we can interview her too but . . . Power Girl, why are you acting like this? Who did this to you?"

Karen let out a breath she hadn't known she was holding. Finally, she could warn someone, everyone!

"It was-"

Suddenly, the switch in her head flipped again. Why was she talking so much? Talking was boring! Especially with this incredibly sexy stud was right here with a huge, thick magic cock for her to play with.

She cooed and rushed up against him, then tore off his tight costume to expose his chest and abs, which were smooth, hard and flawless. She pressed up against him, moaning, then kissed him again, roughly . . . then shoved him to the ground. He grunted, but just lay there, his massive 10" cock already up and hard. It really was one of the nicest cocks she'd ever seen. Karen cooed and slid some cuffs off of his belt like she'd memorized it, then yanked his pants all the way off. Karen surprised Dick by snapping the cuff around his wrists and slamming them deep into the concrete material of the roof, pinning his hands down, arms above his head.

"Mmmm, you know what I've always fantasized about . . . Dick?" she purred as she slid off her stupid pink shorts and kicked off the ridiculous heels, her annoying bimbo voice completely gone. This was different, she realized, distantly. This was something SHE'D always dreamed of doing - albeit never on the rooftop of a lingerie store in New Jersey.

Suddenly, in a flash of light, they were in a giant white room on a large bed . . . but with Dick still nearly naked, hands pinned to a giant slab of concrete that rested against the headboard. All of the jism and fluids and dirt she'd accumulated were off of her body, but she felt that same delicious tingle as before, knew anything she was about to do would make her cum. Distantly, she recognized it as the Fortress of Solitude. She looked around approvingly and purred.

"Mmm, that's MUCH better!"

She slid her legs over his, pussy teasingly close to his cock.

"You know, all you boys love my boobs so damn much . . . but maybe I just want a huge cock in my pussy without you PAWING at me. To just be COMPLETELY in control. Be a Power WOMAN." she cooed, reaching down and grabbing his thick cock and reveling as he writhed helplessly in response. "Mmm, and maybe I want to FINALLY know how it feels to ride a thick-cocked stud as HARD as I fucking can without having to worry about breaking him."

"Power Girl, I-" Nightwing began-

She slapped him, lightly, and felt her nipples get hard beneath the stupid tube top. With a snarl, she tore it off and tossed it at his face.

"Mistress!" he corrected himself, wincing.

Nightwing swallowed, his face now a mixture of both fear and arousal . . . that made her extremely wet.

"Mistress, I'm sorry, but I don't think I'm strong enough to survive you fucking me that hard!"

She raked her nails down his chest making him gasp, then leaned down getting her tits just close enough to his mouth to tease him but not for him to touch or kiss. She slapped him again, then kissed him, hard, before pulling away again, delighting in feeling his body strain against hers. Uselessly.

"Oh, you dumb little fucktoy. Who told you you could THINK? Maybe, maybe not . . . but I bet that magic cock of yours will make you just PERFECT to play with." she said gently rubbing her hand up and down his length. "You're just a big magic dick for Mistress to do with as she likes. And you'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd risk DYING just for a chance to fuck ME, the famous Power Girl."

She squeezed his cock roughly and he cried out.

"Say it!"

"Y-Yes! I'd risk dying, do ANYTHING, just to fuck you! Please, Mistress!"

She cooed and started to rub her hand up and down his shaft more gently, then traced his abs lightly with her other hand, making him moan.

"Good boy. What a good little stud you are. Why, just look how hard you're getting, how big you're getting for me. Even though you could die. Bigger and harder for ME than for any other little GIRL you've known. Because I'm a REAL fucking WOMAN."

He moaned and looked down, stunned at how big his erection was, how thick. Was he even larger somehow? Jesus, he was! He was, at least 12 inches now, because what she said was true. It was all true. He was so much harder and thicker for her. All the other little girls he'd fucked were nothing compared to her.

"Ungh! Yes, all for you Mistress!" he heard himself say and his body buzzed with pleasure at her touch. He'd do anything, even die, just to fuck his Mistress. "My cock belongs to you!"

"You're goddamn right it does!" Karen said with a growl, before finally sliding up and over and impaling herself on that massive cock. Her PROPERTY.

They both cried out at the feel of it. Karen at the sense of the biggest goddamn cock she'd ever seen stretching her out and going all the way to her cervix, like the special titanium dildo she hid at home, but warm and real and pulsing - the PERFECT cock. Dick at the most impossibly tight pussy in the world clenching against at every inch of his new massive cock - no, his MISTRESS' massive cock, it belonged to her like all of him.

"Mistress! Oh, FUCK!" he cried out. "Thank you, Mistress!"

"I haven't even gotten STARTED, you horse-cocked fucktoy!" she growled and then began to ride him . . . slowly at first, agonizingly slowly, rubbing her hands all over his chest and stomach. Then, as she got used to the absolutely amazing thickness and length of him, faster. And faster. And FASTER. Faster and harder than any human woman could fuck a man.

The entire bed began to vibrate as she pounded up and down against his hips like a literal jackhammer and he cried out . . . but not from pain.

"NO! You don't cum until I say so! RRRGGH!" She slapped him with all her strength and his head didn't come tumbling off. Instead, he just moaned.

"Y- yes, Mistress! YES, MISTRESS!" he screamed, his eyes full of worship and love.

Karen saw him staring at her bouncing tits as she rode his cock. Oh, he wanted them so bad, but couldn't touch them. Only SHE could touch them. With a moan, she reached down and pinched her nipples . . . then came so hard she saw stars.

"YESSSSSSSS!" she screamed as her pussy clamped down with a **** that could warp steel . . . and the perfect, massive cock inside her just took it.

Dick cried out as her pussy spasmed around him but didn't dare cum. It felt so fucking good, but Mistress hadn't said he could cum yet.

Karen cried out again and again . . . but didn't stop. Not for hours.

Luckily for them both, the Fortress of Solitude had no clocks to remind her to wrap her tits around a cock.

***
"Superman, you don't have to reply, I know you can hear me. Just lift your phone like you got a call."

Clark looked up as he caught the supersonic communication from Oracle while typing out an article in The Daily Planet's newsroom, then took out his phone.

"Hello, Clark Kent speaking!"

The voice transferred to his phone now and he stood up from his desk.

"Something's happened to Power Girl. After she defeated the Khund warship, she attacked that recently recuperated purple man from another dimension and now, well, she's sending topless pictures of herself to our emergency hotline. And, according to the girl whose phone she used, supposedly trading sex for trampy clothes."

He coughed.

Superman's jaw dropped in shock but everyone else around him was busy, including a nearby Lois who was hunting and pecking out a story of her own at her desk.

"That's- certainly unlike her! My cousin sounds very unwell!"

Lois looked up from her article at the exclamation and frowned in concern.

"Yeah, I know. Understatement of the year." Oracle continued, as if she could see the shocked look on his face. "I've tracked the location of her text to a lingerie shop in New Jersey named "Naughty & Nice" and sent Nightwing to look for her . . . but now he's gone radio silent and I'm worried. The Flash hasn't seen her anywhere and Batman's busy in Khandar but, even though I think it might be Red Kryptonite, I figure if anyone can track her down fast and keep her from doing anything crazy, it'd be you. I've texted you the address - keep me posted and be careful. Keep your distance. Just let me know when you find her and we'll send someone else to try and contain her, just in case I'm right about the Red Kryptonite."

He nodded, already in motion for the nearby supply closet where he often changed and exited the office at superspeed.

"I understand! I'll be there as soon as possible."

"Much appreciated. Oracle out."

"Ah, Lois! My cousin is, ah, very sick and I have to go to see her in the hospital, right away!"

They'd been married and shared his secret identity for years, so this wasn't her first rodeo.

"That's terrible, Clark! I'll give you a ride." she said, getting up as well to follow him, selling his absence for anyone listening in.

"Thanks, Lois! Let's go."

They hustled to the supply closet and Lois leaned in closer, whispering conspiratorially.

"What's the real scoop, Smallville?" she said, grabbing one of his arms.

"It sounds like Power Girl's been hit with a really bad case of Red Kryptonite."

"I didn't think Kryptonite for our dimension could affect her?"

Clark frowned.

"I didn't either but if what Oracle is saying that she's doing is true, she's definitely not in her right mind."

Lois pursed her lips, concerned. She considered Karen a family friend and liked her take no shit attitude.

"Did she- has she hurt anyone?"

Clark blushed a bit, surprising her as they entered the supply closet together.

"Uh, well, she just attacked that Killgrave fellow and ever since, um- well, according to Oracle, let's just say she's acting EXTREMELY out of character."

Lois raised an eyebrow.

"Huh. Well, just be careful out there, OK? Sounds like Red Kryptonite and I don't want you getting another giant ant-head or anything else crazy like that."

"Don't worry, I'm doing recon only." he said changing into his costume at superspeed and hiding his Clark Kent clothing in a nearby box. "Won't come anywhere near her with that nasty stuff possibly in the mix."

"Good." Lois said with a sigh, before standing on her toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and then moving to open the window. "Good luck, Smallville."

Clark smiled and prepared to fly away . . . only for an idea to flash into his mind. He shut the window and smiled, pulling her close.

"Hey, Lois? You know what Cat Grant thinks we're doing every time we leave the newsroom together like this, right?"

Lois snorted.

"Ha! Cat? She probably thinks we're having a quickie at work, like we'd ever be that unprofess- mmmph!"

Lois blinked in shock as her husband kissed her hard.

"Smallville! What's gotten into you? What about Power- Ooh!"

She gasped as he yanked down her purple panties from below her white pleated skirt at superspeed and locked the closet door.

"Forget her. I think you should be more concerned with what's about to get into you." he growled, unleashing his massive cock, already up and hard, but still wearing his full costume.

"Clark! Oh my God!" Lois gasped, jaw dropping at Clark being so bold, so sexual at work. She'd never once imagined he'd do something like this

"You know how many times I wish I could just ignore everything and prove Cat Grant right? Just FUCK my hot, sexy wife right here, right now instead of running off into the sky? Just ram into you, Lois, right now, right here, instead of pretending poor pathetic Clark Kent isn't feeling well or forgot something at home again?"

There was a puff of air and suddenly Lois was completely naked, except for her white pleated skirt, the rest of her clothes fluttering around her like a whirlwind had blown them off her body.

"Yes, goddamn, that's just perfect. God, that skirt of yours always makes me so damn hard! I want to fuck you while you're wearing nothing but that skirt, right now, where anybody could walk by and hear us."

Lois gasped and hugged her chest, jaw hitting the floor. This almost was more dirty talk than Lois had heard from her husband in 7 years of marriage! It was so unlike him, so . . . sexy.

A switch flipped in her head and she suddenly forgot all about why they had come into that closet in the first place. She lowered her arms, exposing her tits and licked her lips, sauntering towards him with her hands twisting her little skirt around her waist. Teasing him, staring at his cock, seeing it twitch in response to her movements. Fuck, this was so hot. She felt herself get soaking wet.

"Mmm. I'll let you fuck me with just this skirt on but you have to keep your costume on the whole time, Mister Man."

"Deal!" he said with resounding confidence and lifted her up by her thighs with his big, strong hands. Before she knew it, he had slid inside of her pussy without any foreplay, making her gasp. Clark was never this rough! She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctively, sliding down his cock quickly as he lifted her - now by the waist and ass. His big hands squeezing and exploring as he guided her up and down his thick rod, oh, fuck, it felt so good!

"AHH!" she squeaked in surprise and pleasure. "Cuh-Clark!"

"Yeah, that's right, Lois. Yell CLARK'S name!" he growled, moving her waist up and down on his cock with just one hand, the other roughly squeezing her left tit, making her whole body shake. "Let everyone know you're getting fucked hard in here by your husband, Clark Kent!" he growled.

"Oh, fuck! Oh, CLARK!" she groaned, instantly rewarded with him burying his face in her neck and biting hard enough to leave marks, which he almost never did, as much as she loved it and begged him to do so. He was fucking her so hard, so rough! "Jesus Christ, oh, fuck! Oh, CLARK!"

"Yeah, say it, say MY NAME!" he growled, squeezing her ass and tits roughly as she bounced up and down on his thick cock.

She felt herself cumming, stunned from how incredibly quick and how powerful the orgasm was, but not too stunned to scream out his name as she clawed at his broad shoulders.

"CLARK! CLARK! CLAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK!"

Outside, Cat Grant wandered by with a smirk as she heard Lois screaming.

"Ha! Way to go, Kent. I fucking knew it! Olsen owes me $20."

***
Deadshot sighed as he and the rest of the Suicide Squad hung, suspended in manacles above a river of lava miles beneath New York, with the Female Furies smirking triumphantly at them. Mad Harriet, Stompa, Lashina and Bernadeth all grinned smugly at their captives.

"Hey, don't suppose you'd give a doomed man a last smoke, huh?" Deadshot said as calmly as if he were discussing the weather. "They're in my left pocket. Can't miss 'em."

"Fools! You thought you were merely fighting your own planet's terrorists but you face Darkseid's elite!" Bernadeth crowed as if he hadn't spoken, the stern woman's thin lips forming a tiny smile.

"Or you could just monologue, sure." Deadshot sighed under his breath.

"My sister speaks the truth!" Lashina chortled. "Now, you will be the first to die as we use the Inverted Boom Tube we have created to pull metric tons of magma from your planet's core, making your precious Eastern Seaboard into a fire pit and beginning the transformation of Earth into New Apokalips! Your pathetic JSA will die without even knowing we existed beneath them all this time!"

"Hey! Watch who you're calling a fool, Whip Lady! I got me a PHD in psychiatry!" Harley Quinn said, sticking her tongue out.

Boomerang sighed.

"Yeah, make 'em even angrier. That's a good idea, you bubble-headed bimbo." he muttered darkly.

"Ooh, what are they gonna do, dip me in lava TWICE?" Harley snorted.

"The name is Lashina, you insolent idiot!" the beautiful brunette in silver and black snarled, cracking one of the straps that made her outfit against Harley's midsection. "At least die with the correct name of your betters on your lips!"

"Owowowow! Watch the clothes! I just bought this corset!" Harley whimpered.

"I don' wanna go to school today, it's too hot, Mommy." moaned King Shark incoherently next to Harley, made dizzy and useless by all the heat in the room.

"Enough of seeing the fools squirm, squirm, squirm - Mad Harriet wants to see them burn, burn, BURN! EHEHEHEHE!" said the yellow skinned, green haired maniac Fury, crouching on the floor and hopping to and fro like a frog as she cackled.

Stompa grunted her assent, the big woman cracking her knuckles as she moved forward to the console.

"What she said. Let's press the button and get out of here."

Stompa moved to press the button on the massive device they'd built beneath New York City . . . only for her gloved hand to stop inches from the machine.

Suddenly, the four women's eyes went unfocused and they moaned softly.

"Mmm. Sisters, wait! I think I have a . . . better idea." Lashina said, sliding off a few strands of her costume and sauntering up towards Deadshot.

"Don't suppose it's about giving me that smoke because- mmmph?"

Deadshot blinked as the curvy brunette kissed him hard on the mouth.

"Oh, my, yes, sister! That suddenly seems like a VERY good idea indeed!" Bernadeth purred, unfastening her robe and slowly sauntering up to Boomerang, who blinked in shock as she revealed her bony frame, eyes glittering with hunger as she raised a knife and began cutting off the Australian's clothes.

"Crikey! Uh, consider me flattered, but is it too late to trade with Deadshot or- mmph!"

Mad Harriet whooped with delight, tossing off her clothes with glee before bounding up to Harley Quinn and slicing off her clothes with her sharp claws.

"Hey! What'd I just say about that corset, you little freakin'- ooh! Never mind! Mmm, just so ya know, those aren't the lips you usually start kissing on a first daaaaa- aaaaaah!"

Stompa grunted and tore off her thick uniform before yanking King Shark free of his restraints and then down to the ground.

"I'm gonna ride you through the other side of your pathetic planet, Fish Boy!" she bellowed just before tearing off his pants.

"Oh, hi, Mrs. Simmons, I didn't mean to be naked in class again- whoa!" King Shark said as a meaty paw grabbed between his legs. "OK, I'm awake now!"