Above The Masses, Where She Belongs

If, by some cosmic misstep or whim of the omnipotent pervert that now controlled reality, one was able to perceive any difference between Karen Starr's outfit upon exiting Selina Kyle's office and the one she'd worn entering it, then there was quite the difference indeed. But since no such person existed, nobody save for Catwoman's countless duplicates was able to appreciate the transition they'd undergone between a latex bandeau, microskirt and cock-sheathe and the tight, tight ribbons that now crisscrossed her limbs like fishnet stockings and sleeves. Sashaying towards her bestie - still dutifully working the decks and keeping the mood of the crowd high - on towering platform heels that **** her cock to swing hypnotically from side to side, Karen tightened her grip on the Kryptonian wedding bands held in each hand.

Diana had been such a good, good friend over the years, and it was only right that Karen should reward her - not only for her stalwart friendship and selfless devotion to justice, but also for having the finest ASS that Karen had ever seen short of Mayor Kyle or President Catwoman. Alas, the pair already had slutty, submissive spouses of their own, so the burden and honour of slaking Karen's alien lusts fell onto the Amazon princess. Moving with speed beyond even the gorgeous Themysciran's, Karen lunged forward and effortlessly tore the crotch and seat out of Diana's yoga pants, exposing her cock, pussy and ASS in their entirety. Instinctively growing hard before she even knew what had occurred, Diana squeaked in surprise as her blonde bestie slipped a thick band of shiny, purple-and-gold metal over the swollen head of her cock and slid it all the way down to the base in one smooth motion.

Flexing her cock and watching Diana shiver in pleasure as the two paired rings squeezed down on them both, Karen pulled the other woman's Squat Rack-branded t-shirt up to exposed her massive, olive-skinned knockers to the crowds. "That's a real Kryptonian wedding band I just slapped on your, lover," she murmured into Diana's ear as she pinched and tugged her nipples roughly. "Psy-active meta-alloy, made to bring out your deepest, most treasured self. Mmmm..." she nibbled at the Amazon's earlobe for a second, "I can already feel you starting to relax. I'm getting randy just knowing you're mine, babe, but it's not just me who's doing that." Switching her tugging and twisting on Diana's nipples for a rough milking motion using her whole hand, Karen cooed softly and raised a prominent hickey of her new bride's collarbone. "You're such a dirty little sub, aren't you? One little cock-ring and you're already my naughty ****-wife. Oh!"

Slipping her hands down to stroke and squeeze Diana's throbbing shaft as she embraced her from behind, Karen giggled softly. "That's it, DiDi, that's it. Such a good ****-wife for me. My personal baby-momma, under me just like these girls are under you. Make them see, baby; make them understand what you are now..." Releasing her new ****-wife, she watched with approval as Diana leapt up onto the railing that encircled the DJs' platform. Spinning around with the supernatural agility of a champion of the gods, she squatted on tiptoe in her battered hood-rat sneakers and shook her hips, replacing the thump of the speakers with the clap of her ASS. Karen licked her lips and began to jerk her monstrous member off between her mammoth mammaries, just like a good girl with obscene endowments should.

"Listen up, you bimbos," Diana's voice, honed by years of heroics, washed over the crowd and captured their subconscious minds even as they continued to work out and work themselves up, "Karen Starr just made me her personal slutty side piece - her ****-wife!" Groaning as the extraterrestrial wedding band gave the base of her cock an affectionate squeeze, the Amazon gave her hips a few extra-raunchy shakes to punctuate her announcement before she continued. "My ASS is hers, because only her powerful PAWG ASS can match the junk in my trunk," shivering with the thrill of describing herself in such a crude way, she reflected how lucky she was to have been brought to The Squat Rack by her old friend, "and only a good girl with a powerful ASS can challenge her! Be a good girl! Work that ASS! Build that ASS! Obey the ASS!"

She shuddered and groaned as, beneath her, every club-goer paused their current activity to chant back to her and then scream out a mind-blowing orgasm. Karen gasped the words with joy as her cock erupted into her own cleavage and exploded out of the top, raining down onto the crowd in microscopic droplets that left their bodies slick and shining with a faint, deep purple sheen of xeno-jizz. Spurred into a lustful frenzy, their screams of ecstasy washed over Diana in a wave of satisfaction. Hopping off the railing and into the DJ booth, she planted a sloppy, sucking kiss on each of her master-wife's fat, cum-stained nipples and then laid back on the decks, one wobbling, jiggling asscheek on each turntable. She screamed out her pleasure as Karen slammed ever last inch up her drooling cunny, the clench and squeeze of her ass being transmitted into The Squat Rack's top-of-the-line sound system and emerging as a primal, pounding beat.

A beat that grew hotter and heavier with every stroke as Diana's new Daddy battered her babymaker. Still spewing cum, Karen hosed Diana's womb down with sticky, virile goo even as new life began to take root in her ****-wife's belly. In a matter of seconds, Diana's taut tummy had grown to look like she was carrying a set of ready-to-drop triplets, her tits and hips swelling and broadening into true MILFhood. There was no way that she'd be able to pull her t-shirt back down now; it had been strained just covering her body before and now it had a few extra cup sizes supported on a baby bump that practically radiated a sense of slutty motherliness - the sort of mommy who spent every moment not caring for her children getting railed by a procession of the fattest cocks in the neighbourhood.

As Karen and Diana's rutting mood began to overtake the rest of the Squat Rack's patrons, Selina Kyle watched approvingly...