Barbara and Rosemarie

Barbara Gordon kept a joyful smile on her face as she worked Dick's rock solid member in her hands, playing for the camera and no doubt looking like a loon in her Batgirl cowl. She gasped and bit her lip as she pumped up and down his long straight shaft with one hand as she rubbed his thigh with the other. Then she abruptly slapped the side of it and flicked his cockhead twice before letting the erection go. It fell back towards his abs, twitching and flailing helplessly as Dick involuntarily pulsed that muscle in his groin.

"Oooh! Such a nice hard obedient Dick..." she cooed teasingly as she caught it again and gently grazed a fingertip through the slit at the tip capturing a dollop of precum and spreading it all around hid cockhead.

This was fun, a complete departure from her previous sexual relationship with Dick. Before their sexy master had used his powers to put the architecture of their minds in their proper places, they'd had a relationship of gender equality, a natural consequence of their independent natures as crime-fighters. She would never have been satisfied as some kept woman. And of course, Dick Grayson was as alpha male as they came. They'd been a matched set, now... Now, she had complete control over her boyfriend. She kept her rule as light as a feather in their daily lives but in the bedroom...

She loved seeing her lover submit.

He served as the perfect accessory to capture her master's interest. Jason liked cuckolding lesser men and that put those of his harem without a significant other at a distinct disadvantage. Dinah already had the upper hand, being Jason's first and having Oliver, a handsome oaf billionaire who made the perfect cuck. She thought Dick's smooth badass character in general and his accommodating butler persona in particular with Master and his newly sub nature during sexy times with her gave him a certain mystique, but it didn't match Little Arrow's embarrassingly enthusiastic cuckoldry in the slightest.

Given that, Barbara had spent an embarrassing amount of time analyzing the Gotham City Bank robbery, contemplating her decisions... if only her bleeding heart hadn't led her to console some random children rather than seeing to her handsome stud of a master who would have gazed into her eyes and turned her into his loyal puppet right then, rather than weeks later.

Still, she was far better off that poor Helena, who had no long-term man and her status as proud slut meant whatever poor sap she acquired would naturally provide far less masculine cave-man gratification to Jason.

Dick grimaced as he lay out on the bed before her but he remained stoic as he kept her phone propped up on his pecs live-streaming the show for Jason.

Barbara cooed, and made absurd girly expressions as she tugged on Dick's glans with a twisting grip, holding her elbow up high in the air above his dick while her other hand bobbled his balls around in her palm. She looked into the camera lens on her smartphone and spoke, her voice exaggerated and girly, "I hope everyone's enjoying my sexy little show tonight... I hope you're getting some... ideas.... Men are sooooooo sensitive and needy, aren't they?" She giggled, "Even my boyfriend Nightwing needed a little device to keep him from touching himself outside of our little club!"

"Tonight, we're going to see if our dark bird of the night can last seven minutes before he cums. He can cum whenever he wants and as much as he wants. However, his goal is to make it to seven minutes. It will definitely be worth his while to go the full seven minutes without orgasming. For those of you watching, see if your man can hold out as long. For my silly guy, I recommend you exercise some self control and hold out." Barbara made a kittenish expression that had to look ridiculous in her bat cowl as she pressed her pinky to her lips, "He may not like it too much if he can't hold out. But that's completely up to him! He'll keep his hands behind his head the entire time and so should any members watching! No touching yourself or your partner! Let's start that timer!"

She pointed at the air to her left where she'd add a count-down display in post. Then she started pumping Dick's cock and gently massaged his balls. He squirmed on the bed. She knew it felt great since she knew exactly what he liked.

Ostensibly, this video was for however many of their brainwashed minions had reached the right level, but Barbara's ecosystem of various overlapping control organizations had yet to mature fully enough for that.

She arched her back, thrusting out her breasts and gently wobbling them, cognizant that Jason's eyes were on them in real time.

But there needed to be at least some content to start before all of the various members began creating an endless supply on their own. Helena thought she was crazy for how much effort she was putting into her little **** Porn Project as she called it. However, once it was fully set up with her algorithms and apps, not to mention the leadership cadres of each cult/club, the whole unwieldy seeming edifice would run itself.

But for now, as Barbara continued to pump Dick's cock, she could not help but enjoy herself immensely as she watched his body twitch against her fingers, his hips bucking and jutting forward with increasing intensity.

It was really very elegant and it wasn't Barbara's fault if Helena didn't have the attention span to actually absorb her quite simple explanation of it all. The point of it all being a smoke screen so that if any person discovered a small part of the organization, they would quickly be lured into thinking it was simply a secret society of perverts, one of those sex clubs where people got naked and had sex with each other for esoteric reasons. It was a shell game that would keep Jason safe.

If someone got nosy, whether it be one of their minions' social connections, a member of law enforcement, or even a superhero; all they would uncover was merely one fake organization, whether it be the Lilith Sect, The Club, the Dominatum Society, or the Order of Teorsas. Depending on the type and size of the infiltration, the interloper could be detected and quickly converted if caught quickly enough and if worse comes to worst, the discovered cult could be treated like ablative armor for the rest of the organizations. Given up as exactly the kind of creepy secret societies that seemed so prevalent during the so called Metahuman era, followings that seemed to spring up around various supervillains or all-powerful alien invaders or other absurdly powerful beings. Hell, Superman had multiple groups that worshiped him, including one that saw him as the Second Coming.

She tugged upon Dick's dick with both hands, making the whole well lubricated prick disappear save for the shiny head. She leaned in and shook her hanging boobs, looking past her boyfriend's member to the phone on his chest and the gaze of her Master.

The utterly strange mutant animal hybrid incident at Arkham had given her the opportunity to pick up a useful decoy. Their converted batch of cops, Gotham's 114th Precinct were all Dominatums and that more Dom/Sub oriented cult had been perfect for infiltrating the asylum's security. Jervis Tetch was now in their possession, taking up space in a holding cell, gagged, bound, and blindfolded. It would take getting the Mad Hatter to Jason and his incredible eyes before he could be used but she intended on acquiring a different mind control using villain as the figurehead leader of each of Jason's subordinate gangs of brain-washed drones.

Barbara hoped her expression through her bat-mask properly conveyed her eagerness to please as she humiliated her boyfriend as a tribute to him. With one hand moving down to take possession of his balls, she gripped his dick hard and pumped fast, "Come on, baby. Cum. Cum faster~" she begged him softly with her breathy voice as she held his cock tightly, "You liked watching him fuck me until I came for him didn't you? I saw you watching my tits bounce when I was riding his big cock and facing you. Did you wish it had been your cock I was riding? Did you imagine your cock penetrating me instead of his?”

Dick groaned and his hips began to buck forward as the orgasm rose through him. Barbara grinned wickedly before continuing, “Did it turn you on? Was your dick getting hard?"

Her fist was a blur on just the end of his dick even as she watched him closely for the exact right moment, her other hand simply pressed to his testicles, keeping them squashed in close to his groin. Then she saw it and she pulled back, a big toothy grin on her face as she held her hands open in the air before her as her boyfriend's dick twitched and pulsed before the phone's camera. She shook her head theatrically, touching her tongue cheekily to her teeth. Then the first anemic spurt of semen of a ruined orgasm issued forth from his tip, rising perhaps a fountaining inch before falling. His dick swung around as his pelvis shook, successive spurts having so little ****, they merely burbled forth from his piss-slit to then ooze down the back of his cockhead.

Barbara made deliberately exaggerated expressions and coos of both delight and disappointment as she sat back and watched his cock waggle like an angry dog as it released thick flows of drooping cum, "Ooooh! You're cumming so much!" She made a show of checking her wrist, "Awe! Only a little more than four minutes!"

With her fingers grasping the base of his cock, she brought her other hand in close to deliver a powerful flick to the underside of his glans, causing a lowering strand of semen to snap and fall to his groin, "That’s why you got a ruined orgasm, Nighty, you didn’t make it seven minutes."

Then she looked at the phone past her boyfriend's quivering dick and winked, filling her voice with equal parts sultry desire and reverence, speaking to her Master rather than the anonymous future audience, "I hope you enjoyed that."

"Fu-uckk... that's hot..." grunted the Executive.

Rosemarie moaned as his cock pulsed and a sharp strong sensation of eagerness suddenly suffused her. She immediately felt a thousand times better. Despite the fact that his attention had mostly been upon the television and his strokes inside her had been almost desultory with their lethargy, she could tell he was about to cum and that made her feel like she was about to cum as well.

The sight of Nightwing ejaculating messily under the complete control of Batgirl contributed greatly to her pleasure.

She could feel the Executive violently exploding inside of her, gushing huge loads of what instinctively felt like super cum deep inside of her. She came in response, collapsing upon the bed and digging her breasts into the sheets, fists crumpling them with every pulse of his orgasming cock within her.

Long minutes passed and Rosemarie dozed with her face buried in the bed, a 'mission accomplished' feeling of complete satisfaction suffusing her every cell as thick seed filled her core and oozed forth down her thighs.

A familiar voice sounded and Rosemarie's stomach dropped, "Having some fun with your slaves, master?"

"Heh. You know it."

It was Hawkgirl!

Her superior, her boss. Rosemarie scrambled off of the bed, first collapsing painfully to her knees on the floor, before rushing to her feet, standing at attention as best as she could recall. She'd only endured two training sessions but those had been more than enough to engrave proper discipline, the fear of God quavering inside her as she viscerally remembered the pain of corrective measures involving insane levels of physical exertion.

The buxom red-headed alien was casually dressed, a white tank-top barely containing the smooth slopes of her large breasts projecting forward, their size drawing up her garment and exposing her belly-button. Skin-tight jeans encased her wide hips in denim that accentuated her shapely legs as her feet were planted apart and her hands were loosely clasped in front of her. Grand bronze wings were folded behind her, resting atop the back of her shoulder blades.

Rosemarie stared into space as what felt like a lot thick cum leaked from her pussy to slide along her pressed together thighs.

"To show proper respect for my authority... is good." Said Hawkgirl as she stepped closer, eyeing Rosemarie, "But to do so while providing service to your- Ma- an Executive is the height of insolence."

She felt her soul quaver at the admonishment, her body trembling in memory of the hours of push-ups, squats, sprints, and other physical exercises she'd been punished with during training. Her body trembled as her heart pounded and sweat poured down her face as the memories flooded her brain, "I'm sorry, ma'am... I-"

Her voice cut off with Hawkgirl's held up hand, the alien giving off a sense of complete dominance effortlessly.

The Executive sounded amused, "Seriously? You're turning-what, hundred pound girls into soldier-slaves now?"

"Her size and physical strength are not that important given that she is to be a spy, a saboteur, even an assassin. Not that I suspect we'll have need of this one in that role. But we need all of our people to obtain at least a base level of competence if they are to serve as useful tools."

Rosemarie was a little hurt to be treated so dismissively, but it was totally expected coming from such a formidable and imposing woman. She'd been on the Justice League after all. She'd heard some rumors that she'd been involved with the Hawkpeople invasion but clearly not, seeing how she was such a high-up in the Club.

It didn't even really bother her that much because she knew that protecting the Club was so important and she wanted to have the skills to do that. She didn't want to hurt anyone but she'd do whatever it took. It was actually kind of sexy when she thought about it. She was like some bad-ass secret agent. She'd just used her body to satisfy one of her superiors and she'd use it again to keep everyone safe!

"Heh. I guess you're right. S'why I leave the details in your capable hands, Shay."

Hawkgirl visibly preened at his words, "Of course, I but live to serve, Master. Should I have this one return to her quarters?"

"Nah, she's fine. I'll fix her later. Actually, I think she'd make a fine seat for you while we talk, don't you?"

"I do, indeed. On all fours, worm. Point that bottom at the Executive so he can enjoy the sight of his seeding you."

Rosemarie's eyes went wide and she quickly obeyed, dropping to the floor beside the bed where she prostrated herself on her knees and clasped her head and arms to the floor. Totally super humiliating but also... club points!

Hawkgirl's far wider denim-encased ass was soon on top of hers. She got the feeling the alien was holding some of her weight off as the pressure wasn't that bad on her knees. She squealed in surprise as she felt fingers at her pussy briefly.

"Mmmm... " the wet smack of Hawkgirl licking and sucking upon her digits was audible to Rosemarie even with her face to the floor, "I like your idea even more. It comes with a dispenser of fine nectar."

The Executive laughed with clear delight, "Okay, who gave you that notion?"

"You think I couldn't make use of my powers of observation to determine the kinds of debaucherous actions you enjoy?"

There was a pointed beat of silence before she continued grudgingly, "It was Helena in point of fact."

"Is that what all you birds talk about during your conference calls? I thought you're supposed to be coordinating my secret empire, not coming up with ways to sexily distract me."

"And that's exactly what we do of course. But I communicate with my lieutenants individually as well. And, if you didn't want us to be obsessed with your thick, virile human cum, you perhaps, shouldn't have made us that way."

"Point. And man, I'm damn interested in how that conversation went but okay, so it's briefing time right? What's going on with the Titans?"

What followed was a conversation all about the Titans, the local superheroes Rosemarie was more familiar with than the east coast Bat-themed one she'd been getting fucked to earlier.

It felt rude to just listen to their conversation but it was also kind of rude (and hot...) to use her as a chair, so she didn't feel too bad. Plus what else was she supposed to do other than twitch and hiss with every casual scrape of her boss' fingertips through her embarrassingly flowing pussy?

She wasn't all that interested in superheroes generally but they were still celebrities, so it was exciting to learn about their personal lives even so. (Their sex lives even!) Like how many people knew Nightwing had a long dick or that Batgirl was a dominatrix type who had that dick locked down tight?

She listened to them talk about the various members of the Titans. It turned out that there was some drama going on with the local super team. Some falling out after Robin left except she was pretty sure Robin was still an active member. There was a new Titan who Rosemarie had never even heard of: Wonder Girl. Who was apparently dating a superhero she definitely did know: Superboy! Wonder Girl and Superboy, that had to be a PR stunt.

Hawkgirl and the Executive talked a lot about the team's interpersonal relationships, their daily routines, where they tended to spend their time around Jump City when they weren't holed up in their landmark tower. It actually took Rosemarie and embarrassingly long amount of time to pick up on what they were trying to do.

They were going to invite the Titans to join the Club!

Rosemarie couldn't even really recall how she'd actually ended up joining herself, just that it was completely obvious something she'd always wanted and how incredibly lucky she was to be invited. She guessed the process for recruiting superheroes like Batgirl, Nightwing, and even Hawkgirl was a bit more involved.

"Hm... So Beast Boy hits up this pizza joint like once or twice a week? Not anybody else?" asked the Executive.

"Indeed. The... Pizza Corner. Let's see... Cyborg accompanied him on the seventeenth of last month. Otherwise he has gone there by himself. It seems that a few years ago the majority of the team dined their together regularly."

"Really? Now that is interesting. That sounds like a good pick-up opportunity to me. Convert the staff, get 'hired', and just lie in wait for him to walk right into my gaze. That's one. He's best buds with Cyborg and can lure him in to our clutches. I'm sure some of the others could be convinced to show up after that. We play are cards right we could have half the team sewn up before setting one foot in that tower. What do you think?"

"I think-" Rosemarie was **** to let out a long moan as two fingers suddenly scooped in deep to get at the Executive's cum further in, "-that sounds like an excellent plan, master."