The Just-tits League of course!

After the announcement, John asked Hippolyta where it was that he would be staying as future king. The Queen stated that the ceremony was a mere formality, and that he would now sleep in her bed and chambers. Or rather, HIS bed and chambers that had once belonged to his ****-Queen.

The rooms were spacious and comfortable enough, but the decor was far from his style. A bit of quick magic from Zatanna however, and it was quickly up to snuff. He informed Hippolyta that she would be sleeping at the foot of the bed, at least until the ceremony made their marriage official. She agreed eagerly of course, stating that she would curl up on the cool, hard marble in a way befitting a loyal bitch like her.

Shortly after, she stated that there were important matters that she should attend, and asked his permission to go. She asked it meekly, as a good **** should, and he let her go. After all, he still had business to attend to.

Deciding that his erection itself should be attended to while he dealt with his business, he unzipped his pants and called Diana over.

She came crawling on all fours, as she knew her master thought it was hot when his slaves did so. He simply pointed to his rock hard cock, and Diana immediately set to it with her mouth.

As she gave him a blowjob, John called Zatanna over. Like all of his pets, he'd tried coming up with an appropriately slutty parody of her old name, (Za-tatas?) but had come up short. After a while, he'd given up and just taken to calling her Zatanna.

"I'd say now is a good time to bring some of them over, don't you think?" He asked her.

"Some, master? Not all?" She asked.

"Of course not, you vapid cunt!" He snapped. "We need most of them policing the planet! I won't have the world I built falling apart because of dumbasses with doomsday devices, or giant time-eating butterflies, or god help me, a feminist! I only need a couple to get me off properly."

"Of course master! I apologize!" Zatanna got on her hands and knees and kissed his feet until he waved her off.

"So who's available?" John asked.

With a wave of her hand, Zatanna conjured a thick tome into existence. She studied it for a minute, flipping idly through the pages.

"There are 24 superheroines available for transport here to Themyscira." She said.

"How many from my favorites?" John asked.

"Three. Black Canary, Catwoman, and Supergirl." Zatanna read off obediently.

John smiled. "Oh, those three will do nicely. Send them through immediately. And make sure they wear the modified costumes that i got them!"

"Of course, Master." Zatanna closed the book and bowed.

"Send them immediately to my bed room." John said, yanking Diana's skilled mouth off of his cock and shoving her aside. "And make sure those three sluts know that they're in for a good hard fucking!"

"I will, Master. I'm sure it will make them nice and wet for you, Master."

"Good." John headed for his bedroom, his cock still hanging free, and a generous amount of Diana's saliva coating it.

A few minutes later, a portal opened in his bedroom, right near the foot of his bed. Two figures stepped out of it, Catwoman and Black Canary. Or, as John knew them, Pussywoman and the Black Cocksuckery.

Both were wearing 'modified' versions of their original crime fighting costumes. For Pussywoman, her skintight spandex jumpsuit now completely lacked a zipper. Her permanently open jumpsuit bared her supple tits, her tight stomach, and a tantalizing amount of skin right above her cunt. She's foregone the mask that she normally wore in favor of a collar around her neck with the words "USE ME" emblazoned across the front. The Black Cocksuckery wore a leather jacket, same as before, but her new corset was mostly lace instead of leather, and just barely contained her large breasts. She was also completely bottomless, save for her trademark fishnets. A set if heels completed her outfit.

John, like most men, had admired the two of them from afar ever since they'd appeared in the public eye. He's fantasized many times about fucking them when he was younger. Now that they were his willing slaves, they were by far some of his favorites to fuck.

They each gave him a dazzling smile as a third figure made their way through the portal.

Supergirl.

During his conquest of Earth and spreading of the message of submission, she'd been a particularly annoying thorn in his side. She'd been a feminist through and through. Not a militant one to be fair, but a particularly loud one. She'd opposed his every action, practically preaching to anyone who would listen that what he was teaching was 'wrong' or 'demeaning' or 'sexist'. He'd taken particular pleasure in breaking her mind and adding her to his harem of metahuman sex slaves.

In fact, he'd done more than just convert her to the Amazonian way of thinking, like he had with Catwoman or Canary. As punishment for defying him so brazenly and so openly, he'd altered her mind in a way much more invasive and complete than the others. In fact, it was fair to say that anyone who'd known her before would hardly recognize the woman before him now.

(Okay, so i saw another guy working on this story try asking the audience for suggestions, and i really liked the idea of audience interaction, so I decided to leave the next chapter open for a fan vote of sorts. How do YOU think John changed Supergirl? Instead of just leaving it up to the audience to decide, i thought I'd give you the choice between two I already thought up.)

***Choices for the next chapter***

1. Compulsively masturbating pervert- Kara is now a complete pervert, openly ogling every ass, cock, or pair of tits she sees. Her mind is a non-stop clip show of dirty fantasizes, to which she constantly masturbates to. She's often told to clean up after herself after she cums, something which she's happy to do, finding the idea of licking up her own cum unbearably hot.

2. Sex toy to the sex slaves- Kara is at the very bottom rung when it comes to the Just-tits League hierarchy, and amongst slaves in general. No one calls her by any of her previous identities anymore, and she instead answers to 'Cumrag'. She's nothing more than a tool to masturbate with, the other members of the Just-tits League often passing her around when they're bored and need to get off.

3. Write in- If you think you have a better idea, share it. If enough people agree with you, I'll go with your idea instead of my own.

(So, to vote on what you want to happen, comment below and share your thoughts. I'm particularly curious as to what the originator of this story, one Mr. Smutmaster thinks. The end date on voting is the 3rd of March. Happy voting everyone!)