The Female Furies

Barda was lying down in her reinforced bed, her Mother Box pinging, her pussy about to get so tight that even Scott couldn’t escape, when there was a loud BOOM and her fellow Female Furies entered the room, surrounding her as she lay there.

“Thought we’d join in the fun, just like we used to,” Lashina said, cracking her whip. “Just need to flutter my lashes and I’ll have you on your knees.”

“Or I could crush you beneath my heel,” said Stompa, placing her foot on the edge of the bed.

“Or I could make things hot,” Bernadeth said, waving her fahren-knite over Barda’s bare flesh.

Mad Harriet laughed. “Let me get my claws into you,” she said, dragging one of her metal talons over Barda’s bikini top, slicing through it to the nipple beneath.

Big Barda looked around at Darkseid’s dominatrices. considering the painful pleasures they offered, and was spoiled for choice. She may have been a heroine, but like all of those from Apokolips, Barda had a dark side.