Bubble-Butt Beauties Battle Bodacious Bankrobbers!

If there was one word that summed up Jinx's aesthetic, it was 'tight'. From the dark purple dress that wrapped around her body and her glossy leather platform knee-boots, to the modest bust and booty - still pronounced, but nothing compared to the likes of Raven or even her fellow members of the Fearsome Five - on her otherwise svelte body, she was a lean, mean crime machine. Or at least, that was what she reminded herself every time she saw Raven, Argent or any of the other Titans and their associates. Because, well...

"Daaaaaamn, girls! You got some big ol' ghetto booties!"

Yes, that.

Jinx smirked as the pair of heroines twitched at the remark, as if they were trying to recall something that just wasn't there. Gotcha, she smirked, GiGi's intel was on point. Reminding herself to thank their newest friend once the job was done, she wriggled her hips to get a little more comfortable on her chair as it groaned and whined beneath her. Laid out on the phat stacks of cash she'd looted from the bank's vaults while waiting for her targets, the phat, stacked blonde was utterly helpless in the face of her dominant personality. Even the small chance that she might have been able to escape by tonguing the special nerve cluster deep in Jinx's asshole was thwarted, the latex dress she wore only allowing the villainess's captive to drool sloppily into the valley of her tight tush - and hence, all over her own face.

"Gotta say~," Jinx sing-songed, "I just love the new look, Argie! 'Cum-drenched fuckdoll' is so in this season. Only..." Uncrossing her legs, she extended one of them to point her toes at the red- and black-haired goth as she admired the tattoo on her left shoulder. Something about the bound, gagged, dildo-stuffed angel was giving her ideas. "...I think getting on your knees and licking my boots would really tie the whole thing together and-"

"Is this going somewhere, Jinx," the woman asked through grinding teeth. "'Cos if you're that **** to use your mouth for something, I've got some carpet that needs eating." Twirling a pair of silver, glowing pair of handcuffs, she advanced towards the pink-haired young domme, who made a show of inspecting her nails. After three steps - that did things with her bare body that Jinx just loved - she yelped and froze, pinned mid-stride by an invisible grip.

"It was going," Jinx spoke slowly and calmly, so her clearly tactically-deficient foe could understand her, "to a place where the pair of you get ambushed and humiliated. That's here, in case you didn't get the joke." She'd never considered herself to be into bondage before, being more of a 'spitting and stepping' kind of girl, but seeing the pair's predicament was just... wow! I mean, she thought as she nibbled on her lower lip, seeing them trapped by their own piercings and jewelry is just so hawt-hawt-HAWT! Because of course they were pierced and festooned in jewelry - they were sexy sultry goth girls, after all! It was totally ridiculous for Jinx to imagine a world where sexy sultry goth girls didn't have a whole heap of piercings and jewelry, so she didn't. Instead, she focused on the sight of two heroines being pinned in place by their own metal.

From the rows of studs that pierced their helixes and tongues, to the barbells through their fat nipples, to the inverted pentagrams that dangled on delicate chains from their navels, their metal was just the same as any gorgeous goth gal's - if a little denser than Jinx's. Their jewelry was much the same - morbidly-moulded bangles in the shapes of grave-vines and serpents around their wrists and ankles, skull- and bat- and rose-decorated rings adorning their fingers, nothing unusual there. But it was when Jinx looked at their more... intimate work that she realised just how her ally had so easily paralysed them. The half-dozen rings through each of Argent's labia - so tight on her tight, flawless outer lips that her pussy looked more like an exotic semi-metallic fleshlight than anything - were one thing, but Raven's decorations were on a whole other level. In fact, to call them decorations would be doing a great disservice - rings of rounded studs like rivet heads alternated with more traditional cockrings from the fat knot at the base of her shaft up to its near-equine head, clearly intended for restraint and denial as much as aesthetics, all in smoky-black metal of unknown origins.

It was so easy, as Jinx felt her own clit tingle in sympathy for the pair's augmented sex organs, to imagine that these were the result of some kind of supernatural deviance rather than their own choices - or, in Raven's case, her nature as a Cambion. She could almost see a perfectly beautiful femme, her ASS overwhelmingly round and firm and her cock unrelentingly dominant and powerful, molesting the paralysed pair. Rubbing her fingers over Argent's bare crotch and admiring the ribbed texture of her tight slit, or playing dot-to-dot on Raven's cock-studs with her tongue. The woman multiplied in Jinx's mind, until three our four pairs of hands were gliding over each heroine at a time, tugging and twisting and teasing the sensitive points where flesh and metal combined. It got to the point that Jinx's fantasies threatened to run away with her, that she could feel hands on her own nipple bars under her dress or tongues tracing the line of studs set into her right ear.

Never before had Jinx been so grateful to be shaken out of a fantasy as when the ringing footfalls of her teammate dispelled the mental trap she'd snared herself in, leaving only faint phantom touches and husky moans. Magenta smirked as she looked over her handiwork, and Jinx laughed internally as she saw the silver-clad blonde's eyes alight on the same tattoo that had caught her eye. Wonder if she's thing what I'm thinking, she mused, before wagging her finger at Raven and Argent. "Honestly," she chided them, her other hand toying idly with the inverted pentagram that dangled on a delicate chain from her navel, "it's like you forgot I work with someone tailor-made to fuck up goth girls with more than just her cock."

"Why do you think I never got anything for my lips," Raven snarked. "ASS-Spanker... Mistre- AAAAAAHHH!" The half-demon's confident expression morphed into brainless, moaning, tongue-lolling pleasure as a stream of abnormally-thick precum bubbled from the upraised tip of her cock.

"Raven! What did you do to her?" Argent wasn't able to turn her head, so had no idea about the the third evildoer that had joined them. Dressed in a pair of thigh-boots, a thong and a sports bra, Shimmer's blue latex getup matched Magenta's silver number perfectly, a fact that Jinx was strangely put out about. Seriously, she groused internally, even as her wicked, taunting smile never faded, it's weird if only two of us match. Couldn't Mags have stuck with that bodysuit she used to wear?

"Your friend might be part-demon," Shimmer drawled, "but her cum's still part-physical. That part, in case you were wonderin', is now a cocktail of the most powerful stimulants and aphrodisiacs on Earth. She may be hellspawn, but as long as I've got her in range, she's in heaven!" The Australian alchemist laughed cruelly as she reached down and punctuated her words with a squeeze of Raven's balls that turned the stream of precum into a torrent of the real thing as the two pendulous orbs shrank slightly, then began to swell further and further even as her cock hosed the ceiling in thick, musky hell-jizz. "The hornier she gets, the more she makes," Shimmer laughed. "Oh, this is a fuckin' treat! Lovin' the matching tramp-stamps, by the by, really makes your asses pop."

Catching an oozing glob of infernal emissions in her gloved hand as it schlorped off the ceiling, Jinx rose to her feet, then spun around and smeared the palm-full of pearlescent goo onto her victim's now-revealed face. Argent gasped in shock as as she watched the Secretary of Health and Human Services, recognisable even under a thick layer of spunk by her twin pigtails and black and red diamond earrings, reflexively swallow a mouthful of the same corrupting discharge that now felt so heavy in her own stomach. Harleen Quinzel squealed as her cock, already rock hard from the humiliating treatment she'd received before her would-be saviours' arrival, seemed to grow even thicker and longer as her balls swelled with the infusion of demonic energies she'd just gulped down.

"So hot," a low, impossibly sultry voice purred in her ear as Jinx advanced on her. "So fucking naughty..."