The villainesses should be more servile than the heroines.

“Girls, I have an another assignment for you.” You stand and Power Girl kneels at your feet. You stroke her hair and continue. “I want you to give the mind control potion to the hot female villains and bring them here. But I want you to instruct them differently in how they should serve me.” You smile and finish explaining what you want.

The superheroines with super speed and flight head out. Within an hour the spacious living quarters within the Fortress of Solitude are overflowing with female heroes and villains. However, the villains aren’t dressed in their costumes like the heroines are (the heroines who are dressed). Instead, they all have skimpy French Maid outfits on.

You walk in front of a couple dozen of the super servants, stopping at Poison Ivy. Her light green skin contrasts nicely to the black and white uniform. “Tell me,” you say to the gorgeous redhead, “how long have you been my maid?”

“Forever, Master.”

“You were never a villain? You never robbed a bank or **** a millionaire playboy?”

“No!” she says in horror. “I’ve spent my entire life serving you! I can’t imagine doing anything else! I don’t even know how to do those other things!”

“Excellent. Now be a good little maid and blow me.”

Poison Ivy bends over at the waist, pointing her perfect little ass in the air as her short skirt flips up to reveal it. She takes your cock in her hand and sucks it down.

As her eager lips service your rod, you look around at your super harem. The villainesses-turned-maids all stare forward like professional servants. The heroines all finger themselves as they watch the green tinted woman suck you off masterfully. They look so disappointed at not being able to do it themselves.

“Maids,” you say, “The ladies are restless. Service them. And do a good job, I like watching.”

The maids disperse and find pussies to lick. There aren’t as many of them as there are superheroines, so some of them finger one pussy while licking another. You smile as the women who would have been your competitors in evil are now lower than your slaves.

The pressure builds in your balls. You look down at the bent over Poison Ivy. She looks exceptionally beautiful with her cheeks sunk in from sucking your cock. You blow your load in her mouth and she stops sucking and stirs the cum around your cock with her tongue. Another load manages to fill her enough to send a white stream down a corner of her mouth. She gulps it down and stands up.

“Thank you for letting me service you, Master.” She smiles with cum stained teeth.