Vicki's Epiphany

Completely oblivious to Renee Montoya getting pussy-pummeled into submission by her redheaded sometime-mistress, Vicki continued to stare straight ahead at the screen opposite her. On the outside, she was the very picture of a vapid, drooling slut-brain sufferer, who'd doubtless be rubbing away at her dripping pussy lips if her hands weren't bound to the wall. Inside, though, her keen mind was running as smoothly as it ever had. The ability to present the external image of a blank-brained bimbo when she was, in fact, fully cognizant was hugely useful to her - both in her investigations as a reporter and because seeing her switch from hot, feisty wildcat to slutty, submissive kitten and back again at the drop of a hat made Jamie cream her super-tight uniform shorts.

SLAP!

"Ooooohhh, Papi..." Vicki crooned as a a phantom hand slammed down onto her right asscheek palm-first and started to squeeze it. She couldn't let herself get distracted, though, not when her mind was awhirl with thoughts of the latest supervillain to announce that she was going to bend Gotham over and ravish it until it was stuffed full of sticky sin. The fiend had outright admitted to being implied that she had some sort of connection to totally-unsuspicious club mogul and fitness advocate Power Bottom, even though the very idea of Power Bottom being involved in criminal activity was ridiculous. That was clearly a lie, but what was this new threat's real goal? She'd announced her intention to kidnap Batgirl but, while totally hot sinister, that didn't really say what she wanted.

SLAP!

"Mmmm, Mama likes..." Vicki moaned, as another phantom hand slapped down onto and grabbed her left asscheek. Perhaps there was some sort of anarchist agenda - or even a fake one? Breaking down the tall, girthy pillars of Gotham's society until the populace were **** for someone, anyone to seize control and tame the wild beast the city would become, then sliding into the role like a fat femme cock into a perfectly-lubed asshole? That would be super sexy simply awful! Vicki resolved to broach the subject with Jamie when she next saw her, and to start her own investigation into the new villainess's plans for The Squat Rack. Speaking of Jamie, she thought, I need to talk to her about Barbara.

Vicki gasped in pleasure as the hands groped and kneaded her ASS roughly. She loved it rough, like a feisty Canadian sexpot like her ought to, and she could easily imagine that the grip on her rear belonged to her wife - the wife she so desperately needed to talk to! She needed to talk to her about... She needed to talk about... SLAP-SLAP-SLAP-SLAP Her hips jerked forwards with every two-handed spank, sending shockwaves up her spine that seemed to rearrange rattle her brain. She needed to talk to her about Barbara, and how the young femme seemed all too eager to bottom for burro-dicked bitches like Kara Kent! Not that there was anything wrong with a femme bottoming for another femme, but-

"Uh! Uh! Uh!" The hands on her ASS pulled her cheeks apart and let them clap together again repeatedly, sending Vicki's hips bucking as low noises of pleasure spilled from her mouth.

-she'd been raised in a traditional Canadian household, and her upbringing had emphasised that femmes just didn't submit the way Barbara did for Kara in a way that was hard to shake even after all these years. Being a dedicated bottom was for women like Vicki, hot pieces of ASS with extra-juicy pussies to make up the lack of dick and balls between their legs and super-thick booties for femmes to take advantage of whenever the mood struck them. Jamie may have been happy to indulge her daughter - to indulge Barbie - on the subject, but Vicki wanted to convince her to at least let her try and help the girl learn how to use that cock.

"F-Fuckin' cawk..." This time, when the hands spread her cheeks, they slapped back together around the phantom sensation of a long, girthy shaft that seemed to radiate such, such... such big-dick energy that Vicki couldn't think of anything but how it would surely tame any bitch it came into contact with if it were to really exist. She succumbed to ignored it even as her mind focused on how best to corrupt help Barbie, her face contorting into an eye-rolling, tongue-lolling expression of mindless ahegao bliss. What she needed to do, it told her she realised, was to make the idea of topping a bitch irresistible to Barbie. She needed to toss out her old wardrobe in its entirety, and replace it with nothing but glittery, shiny red thigh-high platform stilettos, thongs and maple-leaf nipple pasties. She needed to sexualise her every motion to the greatest extremes she could, with bouncing breasts and ass-up hip wiggling galore. She needed to show Barbie - to show the world - that her Canadian mamacita was nothing but a phat, jiggly culo and a set of holes for her to fuck.

She needed to show Barbie that even a tough, independent reporter like her was just another bitch to be tamed.

The cock vanished as soon as she felt it, but the damage was done her mind was made up. Vicki Vale was going to teach Barbie and her cum-blasting femme cock that her step-mommy was nothing but a fucktoy for her - and break the girl's submissive streak into the bargain! A cock like that shouldn't be wasted spraying hot, creamy jizz everywhere as Barbie's ASS got reamed, it should be buried in a hot piece of ASS all day, every day! She had to flaunt her ASS, build her ASS, OBEY THE ASS!

"Obey the ASS!" Vicki cried as the wrist and ankle restraints popped open, dropping her onto shaking legs as the train reached its destination. "Time for Barbie to tame this cachonda bitch!" She punctuated her declarations with a double-handed spank to her massive globes of assmeat, strutting off the train and into the station - leaving Officer Montoya to the tender, tempting attentions of her girlfriend - as she began the long, hip-swinging walk to Mayor Kyle's manor. Her ASS clapped sharply with every step, the merest brush with the faintest shadow of that perfect cock having given Vicki a new level of jiggle to her buns.

Not that Vicki noticed, with her mind busy brainstorming ways to ambush her step-daughter...