Raven Takes Charge

Two pairs of titanic tits bounced in unison as Raven and Argent appeared in the midst of the officers surrounding the bank. A quick look around told the pair exactly where they were, with the twin domes of the Capitol rising above the treeline at one end of the street and the crowd of cops clad in the telltale too-tight latex top and shorts of the District of Catwoman Police Department. Well, with the exception of the office who'd been attacked by Jinx who tried to rise, only for her ballet heels to slip in the puddle of her own spunk that surrounded her and send her face-first into her nearest fellow's ass-crack. "Don't worry girls," Argent proclaimed, turning to face the entire group, "we'll take care of this!"

Any grumbling at the intrusion on their operation by this pair of naked sluts was quickly quieted as Argent dragged a finger through the murky coating over the top of her right breast, in and out of her cleavage and then over the top of the left. The cops watching were helpless to prevent themselves from instinctively reading the words running down her collarbones and towards the valley of her breasts, just as they were helpless to stop internalising the enchanted tattoos' messages. Judge Me Not The objections to Argent's presence and 'outfit' died in their throats. After all, Argent was a superheroine, even one so far from her normal haunt, and it wasn't like the thick layer of ever-fresh ball-batter didn't cover just as much as one of the thin latex bodysuits that got no complaints. Elevate Me In fact, it was starting to look better and better to the officers. Light, flexible, insulating and above all hot, they were all going to be recommending to their superiors that fresh demon spunk be made the official uniform of the DCPD as soon as they got the chance.

"Eyeing my gal-pal's new outfit, huh," Raven drawled. "It protects against magic, too. Which makes this a public service!" Energy crackling around her hands, she released her cock from its sheath between her breasts, grabbed it with all four hands and began to pump vigorously. "ASS-Shaker... Exhibition... Strip-Show!" Every officer's uniform shredded off of them in a storm of black energy, twisting in the air and merging into a single roiling mass, before rushing towards Raven and wrapping around her to form a neck-down bodysuit of deep, slutty purple latex with strategic cutouts for her breasts, crotch and ASS. Feeling the tight material begin to stroke and squeeze her body as it tightened to leave her prominent muscles on full display, Raven let her famous restraint slip for a moment. Immediately, a tide of cum rushed out of her cock like a firehose, the flow seized, split and directed by her powers to target the now-nude officers. They squealed and gasped in delight as cumshots hammered them from every angle, giving them the same coating that Argent bore, while Raven's fellow goth received a fresh dose of seed that **** itself down her throat and settled inside of her.

Sighing in pleasure as more of Raven's essence infused her body, Argent tensed and shivered as eye-catching glimmers of light ran up and down the chains of words that snaked upwards from her ankles to the tops of her thighs. Wrapping around her long, muscular legs, the repeated mantra of 'Gothic Good Girls Get Gains' tugged at the minds of all who read it, filling them with the desire to find out just how powerful and flexible her years of nigh-religious gym-going had made her. Those cops who still maintained the ability to speak - if not their stability - during their blasphemous baptism moaned or cried out at the sight of her, generally variations on 'lemme fuck those thighs' or 'squeeze me, Mommy'. By the time the group orgasm had died down and the cum-dripping officers had somewhat regained their senses, Argent was practically vibrating with energy. She couldn't wait to fu- to fight the forces of injustice!

"All rights, you jizz-rags," Raven shouted, bringing the attention of every sperm-sprayed slut onto her, "listen up! From now on, if you aren't slathered in my spunk, you should be wearing Starrware! GOTHICC, Rave-****, Gymbo, whatever the catalogue, you'd better wear Starrwear! GOOD GIRLS wear Starrwear!" The crowd sighed their reply, all but Argent feeling the new truth wriggle into their brains. "Now, you girls stay right here and watch, because me and my sister-slut are gonna go in there and show those whores what happens when you mess with the Justice League!" Turning on her heel, she strutted towards the front of the bank, Argent turning to follow her as Raven passed her. Neither saw the cops' hips twitch from side to side as Argent's booty swung back and **** with her strutting gait, though Raven could easily imagine their reactions to the corrupting cursive inked onto the right cheek of the half-alien's expansive ASS...

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