Lot of Blonde Bimbos in this Chapter

In Kahndaq
Supergirl woke in her room. She dimly remembered Isis and Wonder Woman, both bruised, tired, and covered in cum, carrying her back to the Palace.

What had... what was... what did...

Kara Zor-El had very little sexual experience. She was nearly everyone in Kandor's favourite blowjob bitch since turning eighteen, but she'd been waiting for the right partner to go further with. But she had always expected... an equal.

Some might point out this was a laughable idea when she was an entire city's suckslut, but while the House of El was a family of scholars, but she was also the daughter of Alura In-Ze. And Alura's contributions to science was making the real scientists happy with her fuckholes.

Even though Alura didn't raise her daughter like that, letting her daughter think she was a great and respected scientist, sometimes being a slut is genetic.

Case in point, Kara started masturbating. She reached down and felt her tight pussy. All recovered from the day before. But she remembered how it had felt, and that feeling of being stretched and filled was making the girl warm, wet, wanting to do it again.

Her mind cleared after her orgasm sadly and she felt ashamed. How could being treated like that turn her on? How could it be considered ideal by other women like Diana and Adrianna? Allies and friends of her cousin?

She decided she'd start by looking for Adam, hoping he might shed some light on... on what he meant with his speech. Once she'd washed, she found the rags she had from yesterday gone, replaced with... a new Supergirl costume.

It's so...

A golden House of El shield on a red sling bikini, her cape part of the bikini and stopping just above her bubble butt. Red gloves amd boots still, though the boots now had a four-inch heel. She'd... just float rather than walk. Some gold bands on her upper arms and upper thighs had high-tech pouches that folded into themselves. But all they held... was condoms?

She had nothing else to wear.

Trying to be sneaky, she used her flight to go above and around. The kitchen was empty, letting her gorge herself a bit.

Elsewhere in the Palace, Kara had to stop herself from gasping or drawing attention to herself. Every woman was being fucked by at least three men. Around every corner, in every room she passed while heading to the Throneroom, she saw and heard women being used. And all of them, men amd women, were praising Baba-Set.

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In a Starrware Film Studio
Karen was pleasantly surprised by how quickly Barbie became someone she could be friends with.

"Uhn! Oh ffffuck, Pengy! If you'd shown me what a big dick you had before, I would have been your bitch years agoooo!" Barbie was in a parody of her old Batgirl outfit, riding Oswald Cobblepot, the Penguin. The diminutive crimelord was packing a monstercock and had signed up as soon as he heard he'd get to fuck Batgirl.

It was funny, seeing Barbie become a slut reminded Karen of how she was before landing on Earth.

Over in the Earth Σ Universe, Kara Zor-Il had quite a lot of sexual experience before leaving Krypton. She wasn't everyone in Kandor's favourite blowjob bitch since turning eighteen. In fact, most of Kandor wasn't even aware Zor-Il had a daughter.

The morning of Kara's eighteenth birthday, she was woken by her father impaling her on his cock. Her mother was busy fucking Zor-Il's investors, so it was up to her to satisfy his needs.

So instead of becoming a semi-famous suckslut, Kara spent her early years of sexual education as Daddy's cockholster, sometimes getting to please him with Mommy there to help.

And sometimes she would get double-teamed whenever her Uncle Jor-Il would visit. They would joke about Kara being perfect for little Kal when he was older.

Alura didn't raise her daughter, but her daughter ended up being a fine continuation of the House of Ze, a family of sluts, whores, and porndolls. Sometimes being a slut is genetic.

Which was why Karen was struggling so much. Just because all the men in her whole company knew that they could fuck her whenever, wherever in Starrware premises, it didn't stop her wanting to get in front of a camera and get fucked. She had so many powers, but until she financially, politically, and socially broke Wayne, she couldn't make her move. If Batman could take down Kal-El, he could take down Kara Zor-Il.

She needed something more to tip the scales in her favour. Maybe... maybe she needed to check out the Society...

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The Batcave
Bruce Wayne was returning from the Hospital. He tried to check in on Detective Montoya every month since they'd been able to retrieve her half-dead body. Some told him she was too far gone, that the amount of Super Pills had destroyed her. But he knew she'd wake-up someday.

While leaving, he got the notification and saw Barbara. No... that... that whore wasn't Barbara Gordon.

It was bizarre. Wayne Enterprises had been rebuilding the world from America outward successfully until a year ago. That was when Starrware, originally opening in the UK and spreading across Europe, started operating in the US. Operating... more like competing.

And every press release seemed to have one or more snide comments about him and his company.

Then they became the distributor of... Selina... considering how he treated her, what he did that made the cat burglar cum her brains out, he shouldn't be surprised others treated her like that. That friends and enemies treated her like that.

The problem... was how it made him look. There were no leaked tapes of how he would keep her naked and collared in the Batcave. No pictures of her squatting to pee on the Wayne Manor lawn because he'd forbidden her from using the toilet. So all people saw were the safe, vanilla pictures there were of the pair, all the porn of her, and him getting her free from prosecution. Barry might be out of prison, but he was taken to court, he was on probation, unlike Selina. Selina who went and joined the Society. His orders, but nobody else knew.

He really looked like a hopeless simp...

And then Batgirl had joined Starrware. And Bruce was ashamed that his first thought when he saw her in action, getting her holes demolished by Killer Croc, was regretting that he'd not bent her over and fucked her in all the time he'd known her.

As he entered the Batcave, still trying to figure out how to address two women in his life being outed as fucksluts, he heard the sounds of wet, horny women, and flesh, slapping against flesh.

Did I leave the video of Barbara... Barbie... giving Cobblepot a lapdance?

Down in the cave, a blonde man was sat at the Batcomputer, watching the Barbara Gordon videos. Two blonde women were leaning or straddling one of the monitors and tweking, clapping their massive asses in declaration of their carnal need. Straddling the blonde man was a brunette. A ridiculously curve slut. Tits bigger than Karen Starr, if that was possible. She was wearing cat ears...

Wait... one of the blondes was wearing fishnets, the other had red and blue tipped hair in twintails.

The blonde man was wearing green...

"Green Arrow... what has happened to Black Canary, Harley Quinn, amd Catwoman?" He slipped into his sterner, Bat voice to ask the question. "And... what is this in aid of?" Which got some chuckling from Oliver and the women.

"Heya Mistah B!" What used to be Harley stopped twerking to skip over to Bruce, squatting in front of him and rubbing her dripping cunt while she tried to pull his cock out. "Them Gorillas sure mustah watched nothing but porn, because fucking us sluts was all they wanted to do. Didn't even wanna use our names. Just nicknames like bimbo and cunt." Bruce made a low sigh as Harli showed what the hyper-inrelligent Gorillas of Gorilla City could do to the mind of the unsuspecting.

Most didn't realise all the Gorillas of Gorilla City were telepathic. Grodd was just the strongest telepath. And Bruce could see it in Harli's eyes. The Gorillas had not just been fucking her, they had fucked her head. Ripped away anything that wasn't a desirable trait, and elevated the traits they did want to see.

He looked over at the others and saw the same thing, to varying degrees. He knew Oliver well enough to know he had been significantly modified to be treating Dinah as he was. And Dinah enjoying it? A woman as, formerly, independent as her?

Selina seemed the most... whorish. But as she leaned back to roll her hips and push Oliver over the edge, Bruce got the impression that she was doing this herself, intentionally, to get some measure of control of herself.

There wouldn't be any conversations for a while.

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