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Cheetah screeched in rage as she was encircled by Grodd's best and overwhelmed. He shrugged and left them to begin their work.

Brainiac had gone silent. The momentum the King of Gorilla City had been creating had been crumbling, saved only by lustful distractions. Distractions which had dwindled with Green Arrow's surprise decision to leave with Catwoman, Black Canary, and Harley Quinn.

Poison Ivy had seen what was coming and volunteered to return to Slaughter Swamp and see if Scarecrow could be retrieved. Which had left only Cheetah, and all the female mercenaries serving under Bane.

Grodd pondered the deviation from Brainiac's plan and his own. The experiments run on Catwoman, and then the manipulation of the minds of Harley Quinn and Black Canary... such control over the inferior females had been something he'd relished in. While he would never do such things to a female of his own kind, delving into the minds of the Human females and making them into pleasure dolls pleased him.

It was a feeling that the rest of his kind appeared to share. And with Bane's Titanica Formula, the females could be reshaped in both body and mind to be durable and servile enough for a Gorilla to enjoy, or profit from selling.

Grodd... felt something lift from his mind. A Bottled City! Why had he not... he remembered nore conversations, more meetings. Brainiac. A collector, a man of incomparable intellect and power. An... an orderly being. Grodd remembered peering into what the alien had, unable to fathom the mind of Brainiac. But the drones, the bottled cities, those he could.

He would have handed Superman and the world to Brainiac, only to be bottled away himself. Perhaps he night prevail, and rule. But it would be a fraction of the world he inhabited, from a small container in Brainiac's vessel, while the alien moved on to other worlds.

This... could not be tolerated. He would need to find allies. Adam. Yes. A fellow King, who stood opposed to the new authority on Earth. And perhaps together, they might convince the King of Atlantis to act in the world's interest.

But before he did that... he opened the door to his quarters to find a woman, a Human, slumbering atop his bed. A white woman with brown eyes and brunette hair. The former wife of a personal nemesis of Grodd.

"Iris West, I will enjoy parading you in front of the Flash when I am done with you."

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In one of the Infernal Realms, the Demon known as Trigon healed his wounds from his battle against the 5th Dimensional Imp Mister Mxyzptlk years ago in the method he most enjoyed of late;

"Ungh! Yesh! Pleashe Daddy! Fuck meeeee!" Raven, red skin glowing with sweat, screamed out in pleasure as the immense girth of her demoic father's shaft warped and distended her body.

The Infernal Realms had allowed her a... malleability of form that allowed her to survive the impossible dimensions of Trigon's affections. Her mind had not survived intact.

Her raw power was no longer hers to control, her father used her like a Wizard might use a Wand or a Magic Ring. Injuries that would have taken decades to heal were almost faded completely after two years of Raven's presence.

There was perhaps an irony in that, that he thrived on her decay.

He emptied another load in her and withdrew to rest on his Throne. She followed, leaking his seed from her ruined holes, so she could clean his member and remain close. Such a needy little Daddy's Girl she had become.

Change was rampant on Earth after years of stagnation. Trigon observed it through a ball of flame. He truly didn't understand Mxyzptlk's goal. Superman had created a sterile world. As one familiar with drawing power from cultists and sacrifices, he could see how the Earth had withered. And even with Superman locked away... it had paradoxically worsened. Trigon's personal observation was that they had no replacement for what once they had. Before he'd fallen, Superman was a beacon of hope and progress. No amount of heroics and spin could give Batman such a presence. He was a symbol of Human endurance, but not of Human kindness.

The change though... it was improving the state of things, but it wasn't kindness. He pushed Raven's head further down his shaft and enjoyed her struggle to breathe. Even in the Infernal Realms where she didn't require air, she would still buck and kick.

The Lords of Order were involved, he could smell them. He needed more information. Taking a moment, he looked inward. He was mostly healed. He could finish without his toy, and she might regain some of her former defiance if parted from him for a time.

It would be nice to make her submit again while tears of defeat ran down her cheeks.

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In a ship hidden from Earth's satellites, a Coluan struggled in their bonds.

"Ha, that was fun." A male figure approached. Pure white skin with jet black hair and red eyes. A Czarnian male with an overly muscular form that managed to only further emphasise the absurd size of his genitals. He was the Coluan's captor... their owner.

"Hey, Brainyfuck, couldn't you have scooped up more dames when you bottled all these? The Main Man isn't feeling much like he's fucked worlds when there's so few." The Coluan winced at that name... her new name.

Only a short time ago, they were Brainiac, a male Coluan who had towered over the Czarnian male in stature, intellect, everything. He had been confronted by a Sorcerer of Earth, Doctor Fate. He'd thought to use the golden armoured Sorcerer's fondness of the green archer and screaming blonde when Lobo crashed his ship and reality... changed.

He couldn't quite fathom what had happened, which frustrated an entity as intelligent as himself. But he had the impression that at one point, forces directing Doctor Fate intended to support him, only to be moved to support a different directive.

And when reality resumed Doctor Fate, Black Canary, and Green Arrow were gone and he... she was naked and at Lobo's mercy.

Lobo had a contract to capture the Coluan named Brainiac. Presented with a naked female Coluan, Lobo decided that so long as she wasn't called Brainiac anymore then he could just let her be free... to serve his every need and hand over everything she possessed.

Her only respite from his continual degradation of her, was his desire to fuck technically extinct races. But he always returned. He patted her on her bald head.

"The Main Man has come to a decision babe. If there's to be any more exotic cunt to fuck, then this operation has to start moving again, and that's what is gonna happen. With spitcurl gone bad and all locked away, that rock should be easy pickings with all what you got. After I make some... modifications. Hope you don't mind if you have some neighbours babe, can't bottle all the whores I'll be collecting."

Conquest? A return to her mission, if perverted by the Czarnian. Maybe if Brainyfuck is lucky, Lobo will get himself killed and then she can reclaim her ship.

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