Sweet, Sugary Sisters

Fashion in Gotham was, surprisingly, always on the move. The city's less reputable denizens were always looking for new ways to flaunt their ill-gotten gains and so - from her days spent collared and leashed by the tight, squeezing grip of depravity and vice - Gotham had granted them a fashion scene that almost seemed to outpace the times. Diana, like any Good Girl should, kept up to date with Gotham fashion religiously; what was hot, what was not, throwbacks and throw-it-outs. This season, it was fishnet bodysuits, super-tight gymwear and the ever-popular slutty MILF look - so it was a surprise to see, pulling up outside the hidden entry to the speakeasy-turned-strip club known as Pole Catz, two big-booty bitches in nothing but matching lingerie.

"Daaaaamn, girl," the left-hand woman crowed, leering at her as she approached, "you got a big ole' ghetto booty on you!"

"Hell yeah, she does," the right-hand woman growled, eyeing Diana up like a hungry animal, "makes me want to take a big ol' bite!"

The two sides stared each other down. Diana laid a hand on her cocked hip, admiring the lean lines and smooth curves of their bodies, picturing them screaming and thrashing in ecstacy beneath her master-wife. In response, the pair pressed themselves together and leaning against the hood of the car they'd arrived in, which abruptly rumbled to life as a strange transformation seemed to take place before Diana's eyes. Quite suddenly, without any physical or magical change, the pair had become much... well, much sexier. Gazes became smokier, lips seemed juicier, bodies seemed that much more perfect as they became coated in a faintly glistening sheen of what Diana recognised as a Diva Industries patented body oil. The car's headlights sprung to life as the engine purred, lighting up the oiled-up pair in an eye-catching glow.

"You're pretty hot," lefty began, voice an eager gasp.

"And we're pretty horny," righty continued, voice a low purr, "so allow us to introduce ourselves. I'm Sally Scissor..."

"...and I'm Susie Scissor," the now identified woman picked up her partner's line with pep in her voice and the ease of frequent practice.

Diana wracked her brain for any memory of the name, striking gold as she used the pair's slow, subtle grind against one another as a prompt. Sally and Susie Scissor, probably of no actual relation and with their real names unknown to the GCPD. Speculated to be a pair of mind controllers, their favourite activity was to stroll right into a bank lobby in their sexiest underwear, announce their presence and noms de crime and then immediately launch into a scorching hot, possibly-incestuous lesbian sex show. By the time they reached their... ahem, climax, grinding their pussies together in the middle of the lobby floor, their audience would be utterly entranced and equally receptive to the pair's requests for funds. The police had never been able to pin any actual charges on them - since being hot enough to have legions of loyal pay-pigs wasn't a crime in and of itself - they were **** to release them after every arrest, lamenting their inability to bring down these 'Scissor Sisters'.

"We're arm candy for a real up-and-comer," Susie bragged, the pair separating to lean back against the car and give Diana a clear look at their perky tits and bare slits. "She's so flush with cash from all of her different operations, we don't want for anything." This new mobster must have really lucked out, because Diana was getting dizzy with desire just looking at the pair. She dismissed the idea that it was some sort of influence. After all, the Scissor Sisters were said to be irresistible once they got their hooks into you, and Diana couldn't afford distractions like 'funny feelings' or whatever cheap party trick the pair had pulled before. She needed to watch them closely, if she was going to dodge their trap...

"And we want a lot," Sally purred as the pair ran their hands down their bodies and began to pose for Diana with busts thrust out. "Only the thickest, heaviest, fullest wallets can hope to satisfy us. We're queens of this jungle, and everyone else can't help but obey." A likely story, Diana thought, getting down onto her knees and looking up at the pair intently. She needed to be ready when they decided to stop posing and use their powers.

"Not that I blame them," Susie chirped, dropping down into a squat as her 'sister' spun around and braced herself against the car while she showed off her firm, juicy bubble butt, "with this thing in their faces! I mean, just look at that fine piece of meat..." And Diana did, scrutinising the ASS in front of her with a connoisseur's eye. It was certainly fine, she agreed with that; more than worthy of joining her baby-daddy's stable of Bad Girl ASS.

"Yeah, look at all of that meat," Sally growled as she dropped into her own squat and Susie sprang up with a CLAP of her asscheeks, "and fucking drool over it. Such a tasty..." She punctuated her remark with a long, possessive lick of her 'sister's' globes. "...piece of meat." That clinched it for Diana, as her outfit morphed into a leashed collar and the strappy web of a tit-lifting and cheek-squeezing bondage harness. The pair might not have used their powers on her yet, but Sally's attitude marked the pair out as the perfect Bad Girls to gift to her master-wife.

Sally sprang up with the same CLAP as her 'sister' and the pair bent over the hood of the car, big bubble butts lit from below by the headlights. "So much meat," Susie giggled, "that's all you are." Diana began crawling towards them on her hands and knees, shoulders low and ASS raised high as she wiggled her hips from side to side. "No mind, no thoughts," Sally drawled, "just meat and money." Diana's cock throbbed with the tension she felt. When were the pair going to use their powers on her? Were they just going to keep dragging things out until her vigilance slipped? A rope of jizz shot from her cock and splashed over the stiletto heels of Susie and Sally's shoes. "Yeah, yeah! Spunk your balls empty," the pair crowed, swapping back and forth every few words, "just like you're gonna spunk all of your cash away!"

"Look at that fuck-log, sis," Susie gasped, "I wanna keep it!"

"So keep it," replied Sally, "make her a cum dispenser! Fuck, we could take her down to Precinct 5 and let Steph have a go at her too, see if she can tell our asses apart!"

With that, the pair each reached a hand back and laid a heavy spank on the other's ASS. The waves of their jiggling asscheeks bounced Diana's earlier suspicions clean out of her head - with ASS this good, neither of them would need any powers to have Gotham's wealthy eating out of their hands. She had to have them both. She had to.

"Fuckin' ASS," she groaned, seizing a handful of each shocked woman's rump and using them as leverage to stand up. "Bad Girl ASS wants a cum dispenser..." she trailed off with a groan as their hands unconsciously left their own rears and began stroking the lower part of her aching cock as the rest was squished between their butts, but then rallied at the sensation of so much slick, juicy flesh against her palms and prick, "...wants a sugar daddy too, huh?" Now it was Susie and Sally's turn for lank submission, the blessings of OlympASS lending even these crude words a superhuman charisma. "How about you two fine pieces of tail ditch that small-time mobster and come hang off my Daddy's arm? She's got a big, fat wallet and a bigger, fatter dick!"

Diana punctuated her declaration of her master-wife's superiority by jabbing two fingers into each of the girls' backdoors, her knowledge of the female body instantly setting of a powerful assgasm. And then she just kept pumping, launching them from climax to climax with a true Themysciran fingerblasting. Lolling, mindlessly drooling tongues touched as the pair quivered and thrashed, the two 'sisters' instinctively beginning a sloppy makeout session. "Go to The Squat Rack," Diana commanded, voice booming in the enclosed car park, "and tell them you're a present from Di to Karen. Obey the ASS!"

"Mmmph! O- Obey the ASS!"

As Diana walked out of the garage and turned back to see the two 'sisters' entering their second hour of afterglow-induced tongue-tangling, she couldn't help but smile at the information they'd unwittingly given her.

"Steph at Precinct 5, hmm? Well, let's see what that's all about..."