Alpha Female 3 – Wolf Woman & Lady Midnight

A story by Bunzilla

The only character I own is the villainess, Bette Noire, the rest are the sole property of DC comics and possibly others, and their inclusion here is not intended as a challenge to any intellectual property rights they may hold. This is solely a work of fan-fiction. Obviously this version of events and characters do not correspond to current depictions of them, and its something of an amalgamation of several different aspects of them. Bette Noire was deeply inspired by White Wolf's Mage: The Ascension series of RPG products, though I did my best not to include any direct references to their work. Questions and comments can be directed to bunzillasr@hotmail.com

Crime and Punishment

Angela Grear awoke with a scream, eyes suddenly wide and sweat pouring off of her body, a hand clutched to her breast while the other was buried in her soaked pussy. Every morning for the last month she had woken up this way, her dreams becoming increasingly erotic and exciting, starting to drive her a little mad with frustration and desire. The dreams had started a few weeks after she had heard about Specter Girl's defeat of Bette Noire, and her rescuing of her mother and the enslaved heroine from another reality. Each dream was darker and more sensual than the last, at first starting out tamely enough, a tall dark-haired woman seducing her, until it had progressed to twisted scenarios of bondage and her willing submission to a variety of perversions and torments. She was exhausted each morning now, despite sleeping more and more, secretly savoring her dreams and wanting more and more. Her Aphrodite gene was getting the better of her, and she hadn't gone out in costume in a while for fear of what she might do, subconsciously, to fulfill her body's needs and desires. It certainly wasn't making her job as an assistant DA any easier either.

As she got ready for the day ahead, she wondered if something was wrong with her, or if every heroine went through patches like this. It wasn't something they really talked about, the weakness that their genetic gifts seemed to impart, the needs and desires it sent that made them so vulnerable at times. In some ways, she didn't want to know, that lizard part of her brain simply didn't care what was causing it, it only cared that the needs were fulfilled somehow. It wasn't too particular about how either, and that was the most frightening part for her. She prized her analytical mind, her professionalism when it came to the law, and the thought of just acting on impulse and giving into her own desires was repugnant to her. It was also incredibly arousing and exhilarating, though she was loathe to admit it, even to herself. Of all the heroines with the Aphrodite gene she knew about, it was only Wolf Woman who actually seemed comfortable with what the rest of them thought of as their curse. Truth be told, she had always been a little envious of that.

One thing she was grateful for was that her caseload had been relatively light as of late, as crime rates continued to drop across the board, a bit more dramatically than usual over the last month. She tended to think of it as a calm before the storm, as she knew it couldn't last too much longer, human nature being what it was. A lot of it could be traced back to Ms. Americana's busting of Norman Treadstone a couple of months ago, the mastermind behind a lot of the local organized crime, just before she managed to chase The Council out of Delta City once again, which had also had a significant impact. Neither case had been kind to her or her sidekick Flag Girl though, and they were keeping a relatively low profile as they recovered, for them anyway. Thankfully a lot of the lesser-known heroines had stepped up to keep up the pace, so things were staying calm. At least until Panthris or some other scumbag showed up again to torment the city once more. She knew she'd certainly do her part in the coming days, though most of it would be in her role as a part of the DA's office, rather than in her costumed identity.

The day went pretty much as expected for the most part, and by the time she headed for home, it was already dark after another fourteen hour day at the office. She could really use a drink, and that meant heading over to Julia's Bar, a lesbian bar she liked to frequent because most of her colleagues didn't even know it existed, and it was the one place she knew she wouldn't get hit on. Most of the regulars there knew she came only to avoid obnoxious guys, and they respected her desire to be left alone, for the most part anyway. A few of them did test the waters every now and then, but it was more in a joking, are-you-gay-yet, sort of way than anything else. When she thought about it, she really wasn't sure what her sexuality was, her genetics tended to override most of her assumed preferences, and she actually hadn't had much sexual experience that didn't involve her being masked and raped.

As she sat at the bar sipping her fruity cocktail, it occurred to her that with the dreams she had been having lately, maybe Julia's wasn't the best place she could have come. She was feeling incredibly horny tonight, and would be sorely tempted if someone tried to pick her up tonight. Just as the thought crossed her mind, she heard a laugh from the doorway, as a tall raven-maned beauty walked into the bar, with a figure that put even Brenda's to shame. She was looking behind her, a smaller woman walking in behind her, obviously flirting with her and making her laugh. Angela's pussy got wet just looking at her, and with a bit of a blush, she turned back around to do her best to ignore the woman's existence.

A minute or so later, she felt a strange warmth come over her as the woman she was trying to ignore took a seat right next to her, calling over the bartender to order a drink. As she settled in, she seemed to notice Angela sitting there next to her, smiled, said hello, and went back to her drink. A scent hit Angela's senses as she sat there trying to look disinterested, a scent that was making her pussy wet and her head start to spin from desire. It took her a minute to realize it was coming from the woman next to her, the one she was doing her best to ignore. She knew that if the woman asked, that she would happily go home with her and let her do whatever she wanted to her, which made her both incredibly excited and a little afraid.

“So, what's your name I wonder?” the woman next to her asked with a purr, “I'm Elizabeth, Elizabeth Black.”

“Uh, Hi Elizabeth, I'm Angela,” she replied, her voice a little strained.

“Nice to meet you Angela,” the woman said warmly, as she extended her hand, which produced a tingle through Angela's body as their skin made contact, “So... was that just me, or did you feel that tingle too?” she asked seductively.

“Tingle?” Angela squeaked, blushing again at how ridiculous it had sounded.

“Ah-hah, you did feel it!” the woman said with a knowing smile, “Good, thought I was going crazy there,” she added, as her hand took hold of Angela's, producing another tingle that seemingly sent a shiver through both of them.

“Uh, yeah, I guess I did...” Angela whispered huskily, having a hard time thinking straight as her heart pounded and her pussy began to flood, “I uh... I'm not really all that into girls though,” she said, eyes cast downward and trying to avoid eye contact, knowing she'd lose all control if she looked Elizabeth in the eyes.

“Really? Not me, pretty much a full-time lesbian myself,” Elizabeth said with a slightly predatory grin, “But hey, if you're not into it, I'm certainly not going to force you or anything,” she said with a laugh, “Unless you're into that sort of thing,” she added with a cheeky wink and a laugh, making Angela blush deeply.

“Um... maybe...” Angela said quietly, embarrassed beyond belief, and yet incredibly aroused.

“Which would that be, interested but inexperienced, or into the kinky stuff?” Elizabeth asked with a grin.

“Er... uh... both?” Angela said bashfully, not sure why she felt so submissive to this woman.

“Oh, well, in that case, I'm just the girl for you,” Elizabeth said seductively, as her hand began to stroke Angela's possessively, making her blush and moan softly, “Come home with me, and I'll show you...” she purred as she leaned in close to Angela's ear.

“okay...” Angela said with a very small voice, unable to resist, her genetics and pussy overriding her better sense, as she began to stand up to follow Elizabeth to her doom.

“Glad to hear it Angela,” Elizabeth purred, as she took Angela's hand and led her out of the bar, shocking a few of the patrons that had been lusting after the beautiful attorney.

Angela remained silent as Elizabeth hailed a taxi, too nervous to speak, not quite believing that she was going home with this gorgeous woman, not sure what would happen once they were there. When they got in the cab, Angela couldn't pay attention to where Elizabeth told the driver to go, the only thing that mattered to her was the heat from her pussy and the incredible scent coming off of her newfound friend. As they drove, Elizabeth simply sat next to her in silence, though she was moaning quietly as Elizabeth's hand gently squeezed and stroked her thighs. To her surprise, she orgasmed twice during the ride back to Elizabeth's place just from a hand caressing her, and by the time they arrived, her legs were spread wantonly to give Elizabeth better access to her charms.

Elizabeth paid the driver as Angela exited the cab on shaky legs, barely able to stand from the weakness her orgasms had brought. Any thoughts of resisting Elizabeth were long gone, and she didn't say a word as she was pulled inside by the hand. It was a beautiful home, but in her current state she barely noticed anything but her own desire, and Elizabeth led her upstairs into a spacious room filled with a wide variety of bondage equipment and toys, making Angela gasp softly as she took it all in. Chains hung from the ceiling attached to a device that could raise and lower them, hovering above bolted down loops that more chains could be attached to. A bondage cross was bolted to a wall, while a padded horse was bolted to the floor, and metal carts filled with sex toys and bondage implements were located near all of the furniture. Angela noted that the room was much quieter than the rest of the house, probably sound-proofed, and that the floor was padded quite a bit, making it difficult to walk in heels.

“Strip for me Angela,” Elizabeth said quietly, in a tone that made it clear that it was not a request, but an order.

“Okay...” she said again as she began to unbutton her blouse, finding it very difficult to get her fingers to do what she wanted them to, as a wave of self-consciousness washed over her.

“Slowly dear, make it sexy for me,” Elizabeth purred as she took a seat on the floor and leaned back to watch Angela begin to do a bit of a striptease for her.

Angela did her best to strip off as sexily as she could, starting with her shoes so she wouldn't fall on her ass as she did so. It took several minutes for her to get down to her garter belt and stockings, both off-white, and just as she was about to take them off too, Elizabeth rose and pulled her close. Elizabeth just held her there, staring into her eyes, and it didn't take long for Angela to look away, eyes cast down, just before she was kissed hard on the mouth, a kiss filled with possession and dominance, making her knees go weak as she swooned, held up only by Elizabeth's strong arms. The kiss seemed to last forever, and she knew that she would do whatever her new lover ordered her to. Finally, she felt Elizabeth take her hands and begin to raise them up, making her whimper and moan into her mouth as she felt cold shackles close around her wrists and lock into place. The kiss broke a few moments later, as Elizabeth pulled away and locked another set of shackles around her ankles, and taking a remote control of some sort out of a pocket, Angela's arms began to raise up and spread apart as her legs spread apart as well, leaving her vulnerable and exposed when the chains stopped.

“So Angela, ready for a little crime and punishment?” Elizabeth asked seductively, making Angela moan with desire.

A Wanton Wolf

“Oh god...” Angela cried out deliriously, as she struggled a little, her chains not giving her much room to wriggle.

“Not god, just me,” her new lover said as she inserted a finger into Angela's dripping pussy, “Bette Noire.”

“WHAT?!?!?” Angela cried out, the name her lover just said instantly shaking her back to reality, “What Did You Just Say?!?”

“Bette Noire Lady Midnight, my nom de guerre, so to speak,” the villainess said with an evil grin, “The woman who you just let chain you up.”

“Oh fuck...” Angela said as her senses began to drift off once more, the scent and Bette's finger driving her wild, “You're the one who... who... oh fuck...”

“The same,” Bette said with a laugh as she watched Angela begin to lose herself in her lust once more, “Guess you weren't paying too much attention to the description the Specters gave you, huh?” she asked playfully as Angela began to moan.

“She might not have,” a voice said from behind Bette with a delightful Spanish accent, “But I certainly did.”

“Ah, Wolf Woman, I was wondering when you were going to join us,” Bette said seductively as her finger continued to work Angela's soaked cunt, “Took you long enough, considering you weren't far behind us during our little taxi ride.”

“You have a good lock on your back door,” the Mexican Mauler said plainly, “Well, you did anyway...”

“And I'll bet you didn't even bother telling anyone else about me,” Bette said playfully, as she slipped a second finger into Angela, “Since it was just some mewling girl who defeated me last time, right?” she asked, as Angela began to orgasm from her attentions.

“It is hardly necessary if Specter Girl was able to bring you down after a couple of tough fights,” Wolf Woman said confidently, “But it is a trained wrestler, the finest in Mexico, who you face now, not some young girl. Do yourself a favor and just surrender now, before I must hurt you badly.”

“Didn't occur to you that I let her win, did it?” Bette asked, obviously amused, “To get her and her mother out of my way.”

“I'm sure,” Wolf Woman said, her voice saying otherwise, “Now turn and face your defeat like a woman.”

“If I must,” Bette said with a sigh, “Don't worry darling, I'll be right back,” she whispered to the still orgasming Angela as she flicked a finger across her clitoris, making the helpless heroine moan even louder.

“The only thing you'll be doing is laying on the floor, bleeding and in pain,” Wolf Woman said as she dropped into her fighting stance.

Bette finally turned as she kicked off her heels, and began to walk towards the waiting wrestler calmly and confidently. Wolf Woman merely smiled as she approached, obviously unworried about their coming fight. Bette was soon in striking distance, her stance relaxed and face betraying nothing as she just stopped and stood there, waiting for Wolf Woman to make the first move. It didn't take long for Wolf Woman to pounce on her, but as the wrestler reached out to grapple her, Bette was already behind her, one of her feet lashing out to land squarely on the heroine's lush derriere and sending the wrestler sprawling onto the cushioned floor. Rolling over with a growl, Wolf Woman was back up in a flash and moving quickly towards her, but each attempt to close was met by one of Bette's kicks, most of them landing squarely on the heroine's jaw.

“Need a break then?” Bette asked condescendingly, not even sweating yet, “Or do you just want to surrender to your new Mistress now?” she asked with a smirk.

“Puta, I'll crush you yet,” Wolf Woman cried out, lunging at Bette full force, but quickly shifting into a leg sweep, only to have the villainess neatly jump over it as she unleashed another punishing kick into the side of Wolf Woman's head, staggering the heroine.

“Such language,” Bette said with a mocking laugh, “You sound like some street whore from the barrio chica,” she said with a snort as she leaped into the air and brought all of her weight down on Wolf Woman's left knee, drawing an agonized scream from her foe.

“Better a chica from the barrio,” Wolf Woman gasped out as she slowly rose after rolling away, “Than some puta that get's beat up by little girls,” she snarled, as she lunged once more, determined to put this villainess away quickly.

“Whatever Nacho Libre,” Bette said as she just leaped over the oncoming heroine, her leg shooting out behind her as she spun to, catch the heroine on the back of the left knee, drawing another scream for her trouble.

“Stand and fight brujah!” Wolf Woman cried out as she struggled to her feet once more, limping and clearly favoring her right leg.

“If it'll make you happy vaca,” Bette said with a laugh as she dropped into a fighting stance, “Bring it pendeja.”

With an angry snarl, Wolf Woman charged Bette, who caught the oncoming wrestler and threw her, sending her crashing hard into a wall. Wolf Woman rose very slowly, obviously dazed, and as her vision cleared, she noticed Bette standing just a few feet from her. Looking up with a confused look on her face, she didn't have time to react to the fist closing on her head, and didn't even notice the knee shooting up towards her crotch. The blow to her head connected first, and sent her head crashing into the wall once more with a sickening thud, as the knee hit the dead center of her clitoris, sending a stabbing pain through her groin and nearly making her pass out. Wolf Woman just stood there dazed, swaying and wobbling, until a few seconds later, she simply collapsed to the floor unconscious.

“Oh my God, Wolf Woman, get up!” Angela cried out, having only come to her senses as Bette's final blows struck, “Wolf Woman, you need to get up!” she cried once more, panic and worry creeping into her voice now.

“Oh, she will, have no fear of that,” Bette said with a smile spreading across her face as she picked the unconscious heroine up by her hair and dragged her over towards the chains that held Angela.

“She needs a doctor,” Angela said, a bit more calmly, “She's hurt pretty bad,” she added, hoping that Bette would listen to reason.

“Barrister, heal thyself,” Bette said with a cruel laugh as she began to chain Wolf Woman into a position similar to Angela's, “Oh look, I have a matching set now...” she said with a smirk as she quickly finished her task, taking a step back to admire her handiwork.

“Look, in all seriousness, she took some hard blows to the head,” Angela said, clearly concerned about her colleague, “This is no joking matter, she could be in real danger here.”

“She's fine,” Bette responded, her patience wearing thin, and with a snap of her fingers, a ball gag simply appeared in Angela's mouth as she once more tried to speak, “That's much better,” she quipped as she turned her attention to Wolf Woman.

With a wave of her hand, glowing symbols appeared in front of Wolf Woman, and Bette began to study them intently. A frown began to form on her face as she studied them, and as she looked at them, obviously concentrating, a few of the symbols began to change from ones that were a little ragged to much smoother ones, making Angela think they were connected to Wolf Woman's health somehow. Another wave of Bette's hand dismissed the display in front of Wolf Woman, and she turned to face Angela once more.

“There, all better,” Bette said as the ball gag disappeared from Angela's mouth, “Happy now?” she asked, a little sarcastically.

“Wha... where... oh crap...” Wolf Woman began to mutter as she slowly regained consciousness, “What sort of trickery is this? How did I end up in chains?” she asked, clearly not remembering the beating she had just taken too well.

“Bette Noire punched you,” Angela called out to her friend, “Hard... you were knocked out for a few minutes,” she explained, “Look, I'm really sorry I got you involved in this...”

“It is nothing,” Wolf Woman said quietly, “We've been in worse spots before, no?” she said with a laugh, recalling a few adventures the two of them had shared.

“Heh, yeah, I suppose we have,” Angela said, drawing strength from her friend, doing her best to not pay attention to Bette, pretending as if she wasn't even in the room.

“Do not worry Angelita, we will soon be free, and this woman will pay for what she had done,” Wolf Woman said with a cold sneer.

“Angelita?” Angela asked, “Isn't that what you'd call a little girl?” she asked, unsure if she had just been insulted or not.

“Damn, thought you didn't know much about Spanish...” Wolf Woman said with a laugh, trying to lift her friend's spirits.

“Bah!” was Angela's only response, but she said it with a smile and a laugh, as her morale began to recover.

Anything else they might have said was interrupted by the scent that began to reach their nostrils, a scent that was leaving them gasping with arousal, their pussies becoming wetter by the second. Wolf Woman only gasped as every shred of her costume was removed, from her boots to her mask, unable to question how any of it got past the chains binding her. They both barely registered that a pair of 10” long, 2” wide roughly textured dildos were rising by themselves towards their pussies, and their only response as they were both penetrated was to increase the volume and intensity of their cries. It was only a matter of seconds before they both began to orgasm uncontrollably, over and over again as the relentlessly thrusting dildos penetrated them deeper and deeper.

“You two have fun, okay,” Bette said to the incoherent heroines being fucked senseless by her magic, “I'll just be in the bath, so don't you worry about me,” she said with a wicked smirk as she stepped towards them both, “I'll be thinking of you Angela,” she whispered as she kissed her captive softly on the cheek, “You too my wanton little wolf,” she added as she exited the room.

Alphas and Omegas

Lady Midnight and Wolf Woman were left in the room for hours, constantly being impaled by the enchanted dildos. They had screamed themselves hoarse and were nearly in a state of constant orgasm as they were sexually ravaged over and over again. By the time Bette came back into the room, both of them were unconscious and hanging limply from their chains, their bodies drenched in sweat, their inner thighs slick with their own excretions and cum. With a smile, Bette snapped her fingers, instantly releasing both of them from their chains and they landed with a heavy thud on the floor, only a slight groan informing the world they were still alive. Simultaneously they were lifted into the air, and Bette's magic levitated them towards the padded horse, Lady Midnight coming to a rest face up on top of it, her hands and feet shackled into place, while only Wolf Woman's hands were locked into place, leaving her in a kneeling position at her fellow heroine's feet.

It was another forty minutes before they began to regain consciousness, and it took another minute for them to realize their position had been altered.

“Comfy?” Bette asked the slowly recovering heroines, “I didn't feel like dealing with any dislocated joints, so I thought it would be best to change things up a little,” she said sweetly.

“Why?” Angela asked weakly, “If you could take us out so easily, why did you let the others escape?”

“Oh, that's simple,” Bette replied with a grin, “I'm a firm believer that not going around pissing of deities tends to lead to a longer life, not to mention a happier one,” she began to explain, “And as many of Wonder Woman's artifacts were of a divine nature, I thought that holding onto them might be a bit of a mistake,” she continued as she began to fondle Angela's closest breast, “And with her being aware of the Specters, I knew she would come back to rescue them if I didn't let them go too, so...” she finished, her voice trailing off.

“I thought that's why you brought her here in the first place,” Wolf Woman observed, her voice still a little trashed from before.

“Oh, no my dear Lupita,” Bette said condescendingly, “I brought her here to get her away from her buddies, especially Batman, which is why I went after the Specters first, since they were the closest thing this world has,” she paused a moment in consideration, “Well, HAD to him and his fellow detectives,” she corrected herself with a smile, “Which is why Lady Midnight here was my next target.”

“Why should you give a fuck about detectives if your magic can do all this?” Angela asked incredulously, “You were obviously more than a match for Wolf Woman... sorry honey, no offense,” she said, receiving only a grunt from Wolf Woman in response.

“Well, a good detective will find the clues and tells we all leave behind, magic or not,” Bette replied thoughtfully, “So they are the ones that a smart 'villain' takes out first, and you being a criminal lawyer, and a successful one at that, says that you have the makings of a good detective in you,” she said with a nod of respect, “But since you're mostly wrapped up in your work at the DA's office, you don't get the chance to stretch and refine those skills as much as the Specters did, so they had to go first.”

“Fair enough,” Angela said impassively, but she was starting to get worried, since this lady had obviously thought this thing through and wasn't likely to make any mistakes that weren't intentional for either of them to exploit.

“Oh good, you're starting to understand things,” Bette noted with a smile, “And I do make mistakes, but usually that's due more to a lack of information, or a misinterpretation of information than any stupidity on my part,” she said modestly, “But I'll be the first to admit that I can, on occasion, make some very stupid mistakes. It's just part of being human.”

“Yes, like coming here and pissing us off, that was a pretty stupid mistake!” Wolf Woman growled, “One you'll be paying for shortly!”

“I think someone needs a little more alchemy to calm them down,” Bette said as she reached for a vile out of her pocket, and letting a few drops splash onto Wolf Woman's face directly, making her instantly begin to moan with desire.

“What did you do to her?” Angela asked with alarm, as the scent from before reached her nose, though not as strongly.

“Oh, it's a little perfume I brewed up,” Bette said sweetly, “A wonderful little concoction of pheromones and a few other things that tends to work only on those with an Aphrodite gene, stimulating their pleasure centers directly,” she explained with a wicked smile, “Have to be a little careful though, it's highly addictive to Aphrodites, given how it works. There aren't many things out there that can resist having their pleasure centers stimulated, just look at those poor little lab rats who starved themselves to death when given the choice between pleasure and food,” she said with mocking innocence.

“You're A Fiend!” Angela cried out in horror, hoping she was simply exaggerating what it did.

“I have been called that before I'll admit,” Bette said with a laugh, “Better mind yourself, I think your friend is starting to feel it,” she said wickedly, gesturing towards Wolf Woman, who was adjusting herself to start eating out the pussy right in front of her face.

“Wolf Woman, get a hold of yourself!” Angela cried out, but she knew her friend had already lost the fight.

“You see my dear, that's the difference between Alphas and Omegas,” Bette said with a cruel edge to her voice as Angela began to pant and moan as her friend began to go to work on her pussy with her mouth, “Alphas have control over themselves, whereas omegas,” she said as she gestured at both of them, “Omegas are always at the mercy of others, be it in a literal sense, or even in a genetic sense,” she said mockingly, with a cruel laugh punctuating her words.

“Oh fuck... Wolf Woman, please... you've got to stop...” Angela cried out, “I can't take much more...”

“Case in point,” Bette said with a smirk as she began to undress, enjoying the show going on in front of her as she did.

“Oh god... please stop... Wolf Woman, please...” Angela moaned as her friend continued her assault on her pussy, “You'll pay for this... oh god... oh god...” she whimpered as her body began to lose control again.

“I think you could use some more alchemy too Lady Midnight,” Bette said with a purr as she applied a few drops of the alchemical mix to her own pussy, “Now put that tongue to good use,” she said as she climbed the horse and straddled Angela's face, letting the scent do its work before fully sitting on the heroine's face.

Bette felt Angela's tongue go to work almost immediately, and she couldn't help but laugh wickedly as she watched both heroines give in to their lust and really start getting into their tasks. She had to admit that Lady Midnight had a real talent for eating pussy, and she was quickly brought to a couple of orgasms by the heroine's tongue and lips. Deciding to change things up a little, she waved her hand and the two heroines simply shifted in space, so that now Lady Midnight was ravaging Wolf Woman's pussy as Bette smeared her pussy into Wolf Woman's face. She had to admit, of the two of them, Wolf Woman was the more talented when it came to eating pussy, and it wasn't long before she was spraying the heroine's mouth with cum.

After a few more orgasms, Bette dismounted from the horse and began to rub her clitoris, and a few moments later a cock began to grow from her groin. It was already fully erect as it formed, finally growing to a 14” length and a 3” girth, and Bette began to slowly tease it along Lady Midnight's sopping pussylips, drawing a groan from the nearly delirious heroine. With agonizing slowness she began to push the massive cock into the heroine's pussy, stretching out the tight cunt channel as inch after inch drew more and more orgasms from Lady Midnight's body. Within five minutes she had hilted her cock into the heroine's pussy and began to pound her relentlessly, stroking the cock deep with each thrust, drawing louder and louder moans from the weakening heroine. For over an hour she pounded Lady Midnight with her cock before sending a stream of hot cum deep into the heroine's pussy, savoring the cunt-muscles milking of her cock of its cum as the heroine had a massive orgasm.

As soon as she had withdrawn her cock from Lady Midnight's pussy, another wave of her hand switched the two heroines back to their original positions, exposing Wolf Woman's vulnerable pussy to her. As she positioned her cock at the entrance to the Mexican Mauler's cunt, she grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the heroine's head back as she leaned in close.

“Beg me to fuck your cunt whore,” Bette snarled in Wolf Woman's ear, “Beg me to allow you to become my slave.”

“Madre de Dios!” Wolf Woman cried out helplessly, “Please... no more... I can't take anymore...”

“I said beg bitch,” Bette hissed as she pushed in perhaps an inch before withdrawing again, making Wolf Woman moan wantonly.

“Please no... don't make me beg...” Wolf Woman whimpered with a quivering voice, “You've already won... don't make me beg...”

“Maybe you'd prefer my cock up your ass then Slave?” Bette said cruelly, as she began to adjust her hips slightly, teasing Wolf Woman's anus with her cockhead.

“Oh God no... please... please... fuck my cunt... fuck my cunt, let me be your whore...” Wolf Woman moaned breathlessly, “Please let me... let me be... your slave...”

“Better, but not quite good enough,” Bette snarled as she continued to tease Wolf Woman's sphincter, “You can do better.”

“Please... fuck your slave's cunt... fuck your slave like a whore...” moaned the breaking heroine weakly, “please fuck me... please...”

“Say it bitch, say it or I don't fuck you at all,” Bette commanded forcefully as she began to spank Wolf Woman's ass with her free hand.

“PLEASE FUCK YOUR SLAVE MISTRESS!!!” the tamed heroine cried out at the top of her lungs, her voice still hoarse, her will to resist gone as she surrendered utterly to Bette's dominance.

Without another word, Bette plunged her rock hard cock deep into Wolf Woman's pussy, hilting her cock with the first thrust and drawing an agonized cry from the tamed heroine. Bette couldn't believe how tight her pussy was, and thus far, only Diana had been a better fuck. She was thoroughly enjoying the sight of Wolf Woman face buried in Lady Midnight's pussy as she fucked her more and more furiously. By the end of the hour, she had sent hot cum into her pussy twice, and was well on her way to a third seeding.

Interlude: Americana

Ms. Americana stood in Angela Grear's apartment alongside her sidekick Flag Girl, her face awash with concern and worry. Her old friend had been missing for the last three days, and as she had retraced her steps, a more and more troubling picture began to emerge. She had left work and the cab driver who had picked her up clearly recalled dropping her off at Julia's Bar, which shocked Ms. Americana a bit, given that it was a notorious dyke bar, but she tried not to judge. It didn't take her long to find out that Angela had been picked up by a woman, but the description of the woman was the tricky part. Eight of the regulars she talked to, including the bartender, all described her very differently, the only common thread being that she was one of the most beautiful woman they had ever seen. Some said she looked like a runway model, others compared her to Ms. Americana's own figure, and it didn't take long for it to become obvious that each person saw her as their ideal, rather than as what she actually looked like.

That they were picked up by a cab was also known, but where they were dropped off was a mystery. The cab driver had never called in where he was taking them, and an hour after he picked them up he had been slammed into by a tractor-trailer, killing him instantly as it impacted on his side of the car. What his cab was doing near the mostly abandoned warehouse district near the docks was anyone's guess, and his meter, which might have been useful for at least determining a search radius, was so much slag after the cab had exploded as the gas tank ignited, burning or melting pretty much everything inside the vehicle. The police had found the remains of Angela's cell phone, apparently she had dropped it in the cab, but after sifting through the wreckage, it was obvious that the driver had been alone when the crash had occurred.

Traffic camera's revealed little, despite the police's full efforts to find the missing assistant district attorney. While there were several images of Angela and even the cab driver, her mysterious companion had somehow managed to elude being caught on camera, and even their route once they had been picked up had avoided camera, at least as far as the police could determine. Flag Girl's efforts proved just as fruitless. She might have spotted them once or twice, but something had always managed to block clear views of passing cabs that night, mostly pigeons getting rowdy just as the cabs passed the cameras.

“Looks like Bette Noire's back in town,” Ms. Americana said quietly as she surveyed Angela's pristine apartment, “And she probably has Angela in her vile clutches.”

“Could be Night Witch too...” Flag Girl offered, not sounding very confident about it, but tossing it out there anyway.

“That had occurred, but she's never been this good about hiding her tracks,” Ms. Americana observed, “And I doubt she could rile up every pigeon in Delta City, at night, as every cab in the city passed a traffic camera,” she said dryly, “She's just not that good.”

“Think we should ask Hexanna for a hand?” Flag Girl asked uncertainly, “She might be able to at least even things up a little...”

“I'd like to, but she's got her hands full investigating some demonic activity in New Orleans,” Ms. Americana replied wearily, “I left her a message, but who knows when she'll be back.”

“We should keep her updated,” Flag Girl said, “Just in case we fall into some magical trap or something and need some help,” she added, as she wrinkled her nose upon approaching the bedroom, “Say, do you know if Angela kept a diary or something?” she asked quietly, as she began to enter Angela's room.

“I'm not sure actually,” Ms. Americana replied thoughtfully, “I've never asked, and it's not something she'd be likely to do, for obvious reasons,” she added with a laugh.

“It smells like she had been getting busy in here lately,” Flag Girl said as she poked through the room, “eww, don't touch the sheets, they is a little funky...”

“How so?” Ms. Americana asked as she began to walk into the room, “Uh, nevermind...” she said as she put a glove over her nose, the smell of feminine sex a little ripe after several days of just sitting there, “Looks like that's been happening a lot,” she observed as she gave a peek into the hamper, “There's a lot of dirty sheets in here.”

“You think Noire has been attacking her in her dreams or something?” Flag Girl asked, eyes a little wide at the idea of anyone being able to do that to someone.

“It could very well be,” Ms. Americana responded quietly, her mind racing, “If that is the case, Angela is probably in more trouble than I thought,” she observed, “And that Noire is a lot more dangerous than we were led to believe.”

“Green Specter made her out to be Night Witch on crack, and you think she's actually worse?” Flag Girl asked, a little unnerved.

“Night Witch doesn't know who we are, Noire obviously does,” Ms. Americana said plainly, “And the way things are going, she's the one deciding when and where things happen. She's giving us nothing that lets us take the initiative,” she said with a frown on her lovely face, “Not that a lot of villains do at first, but this feels... different.”

“Great, can't wait to finally meet her...” Flag Girl said sarcastically.

“Careful what you wish for,” Ms. Americana cautioned, “It might just find you.”

Never Trust A Junkie

Lady Midnight and Wolf Woman had been held captive for the last three days running. On the second day, Wolf Woman had been tamed and broken by Bette, turned into her willing slave, and living only to serve her Mistress, even to the point that she was willing to help her Mistress do the same to Lady Midnight. By the night of that third day, very little of Lady Midnight's will remained, and everyone there knew she would not last another day, including Lady Midnight herself.

As the morning of her fourth day in captivity dawned, Lady Midnight awoke chained to a bed, spreadeagled to give her Mistress total access to her body. She knew she was already addicted to Bette's alchemical mixture, and could feel her body craving more of it, along with a craving for her Mistress' attentions. But she could still resist it a little, her fight not quite yet over, but she doubted that would last long. She heard noise coming from the doorway, and soon Bette entered the room, alone, which vaguely surprised Lady Midnight. Bette simply smiled at her and took a seat at the foot of the bed, turning to look her over more carefully.

“Isn't it funny?” Bette began, “You're the one I send the dreams to, and yet Wolf Woman is the first to fold...” she said sardonically.

“Hilarious...” Lady Midnight muttered glumly, “So where is Wolf Woman anyway, I expected her to be here with you holding her leash?”

she asked, a note of defiance still in her voice.

“Oh, she's around, getting ready for the next stage of my plan,” Bette said with a sly smile, “Much as you will be once I'm done breaking your will down and making you my slave,” she added, a steel edge to her tone.

“I'll fight you to the end...” Lady Midnight said through gritted teeth, steeling her resolve as much as she could for the torments ahead.

“I hope you do, it makes this so much more fun,” Bette said with a purr, “For me anyway.”

“Rot in hell bitch...” Lady Midnight said, almost under her breath, hatred dripping from her words.

“Speaking of hell...” Bette said with a wicked grin, “It's time to begin your last stand.”

With that, she stood from where she had been sitting and moved towards the bottom of the bed. Laying down, she positioned herself at the apex of Lady Midnight's thighs and began her assault on the doomed heroine, her tongue and lips going to work on her sweet pussy with a slow, agonizing pace. Within moments, Lady Midnight's moans and gasps filled the room, and Bette picked up her pace gradually until her slave was on the brink of orgasm, when she pulled away from her, giving the heroine a chance to catch her breath, letting her body come back under control. Then she dove right back in and once more brought her to the brink before pulling away once more. She repeated this pattern for what seemed like hours, until Lady Midnight began to grow more and more desperate, her need to cum beginning to wear down her already battered will.

“All you have to do is ask and I'll let you cum,” Bette said just after pulling away from the heroine's pussy for the tenth time.

“Never...” Lady Midnight gasped out, as sweat poured out of her profusely, and her heart hammered in her chest.

“As you wish,” Bette said seductively, as she once more lowered her mouth to her slave's pussy, bringing her to the edge once more in a little under a minute.

“Oh God... fuck...” Lady Midnight whimpered, her Aphrodite gene rearing its ugly head and refusing to be leashed any longer, “Please... oh god please...” she wept, unable to contain herself any longer.

“Beg for your orgasm and I'll let you have it,” Bette said softly, “Surrender to your Mistress and be my slave, and I'll let you cum...”

“Please don't... oh god please... don't make me beg...” Lady Midnight panted, her head swooning at the thought of becoming a slave to a villainess, “I can't take any more...”

“Just tell me what I want to hear, and I'll let you have what you want...” Bette hissed, as her finger began to trace little circles around Lady Midnight's clitoris, never quite giving her a solid enough contact to let her cum.

“Oh god... please Mistress,” Lady Midnight cried out, her will shattering, “Please let your slave cum... I'll do anything you ask, just let me cum Mistress... oh god...”

“You may cum,” Bette commanded her quietly.

Lady Midnight's cries filled the room as the most massive orgasm of her life swept over her, her mind and will permanently shattered by Bette Noire. Just words had driven her over the brink, the words of her new Mistress, who now owned her body and soul. The orgasm seemed to go on for hours to her broken mind, though in reality it was over in a few moments. She could barely even remember her name as the wave of pleasure began to subside, and all thoughts of her former life and existence washed away with the retreating tide of bliss. Gone with it was any sense of loyalty or friendship with any other heroine, she lived only to serve her Mistress who had given her such incredible pleasure. That beast within her was freed, even as her Mistress enslaved it, a beast which had once given her so much strength and power. Now, it only lived to indulge in its base urges of carnal lust, but only at the command of its new Mistress, Bette Noire.

“thank... you... Mistress...” Lady Midnight whispered weakly, “you're so good to me Mistress...”

“Please me, and I always will be good to you Slave,” Bette said warmly, though with an edge to her voice that promised endless torment should she ever displease her, “Now rest, you'll need all of your strength for what comes next,” she said as she rose up off the bed and made her way out of the room.

Lady Midnight was already asleep as Bette closed the door behind her and went off to make her preparations for the coming ritual.

When Lady Midnight finally regained consciousness, she found she could not move, her body paralyzed, though she could feel nothing save a warm, tingling sensation coming from her clitoris. She heard noises coming from all around her, noise that sounded like words, but she couldn't make out anything being said, as though a haze muffled all of her senses except for those coming from her clitoris. A minute passed, and she found she could once more feel her body, her ability to move and perceive her surroundings returning. She slowly rose her torso, propped up on her elbows, and looking down at her crotch, she saw a fresh tattoo there that read 'property of Bette Noire', just above her pubic line. It took her a moment to realize that Wolf Woman was also in the room, in a similar position, bearing an identical mark in the same place. Bette stood between them, silvery power flowing around her like a glowing fog.

“Do you Angela Grear, Lady Midnight, accept that you are now a Slave to Bette Noire,” her Mistress spoke solemnly, “Hers in mind, body, and soul, willingly giving yourselves to your rightful Mistress?”

“Yes Mistress, I do,” Lady Midnight spoke, as if she was in a trance of some sort.

“Then take your place at your Mistress' side,” Bette said gravely, gesturing to her left hand side.

Lady Midnight rose to her feet and walked over to where her Mistress had pointed, and knelt down beside her, arms at her side, her head and eyes cast downward as Bette spoke similar words to Wolf Woman, who was soon kneeling next to Lady Midnight. It was done. Both heroines were now irrevocably slaves to their Mistress, Bette Noire, who had mystically bound them to her will. They were given orders similar to those she had given Wonder Woman with the lasso, to guard and protect her with their lives, and to never cum without her explicit permission. Once that was done, Bette began to lay other enchantments upon them, amplifying some of their abilities, altering others, and adding some new ones, each uniquely tailored to them both. Whatever else she might be, Bette Noire was one hell of a mage, and her abilities were rivaled by very few others, none of them native to this facet of reality.

That done, she shed the diaphanous silver robes she was wearing, and stood before her new slaves, smiling as she allowed them to gaze upon her magnificently naked body. With a simple gesture, both slaves crawled towards her, and using tongues and lips began to service their Mistress submissively, taking turns eating out her pussy as the other suckled her breasts. It wasn't long before all three of them were properly excited, and Bette brought her magical cock back into existence. Magnanimously, she allowed both of them to orgasm as they pleased for the next twelve hours. Soon, Lady Midnight was on her hands and knees, her face buried in Wolf Woman's pussy as Bette fucked her pussy, switching places with Wolf Woman when Bette commanded it.

Both slaves soon had their pussies, asses, and mouths dripping with their Mistress' cum, who proved insatiable in her lust for their bodies as she fucked them both senseless. For over five hours, she took them in every orifice of their bodies at least twice, three times in the case of Wolf Woman's pussy, which she seemed very fond of. By the time she was done, both of her slaves were completely unconscious, worn to exhaustion by their Mistress and her carnal appetites. When they finally awoke, Bette allowed them to bathe in a truly hot bath, and had a sumptuous meal awaiting them when they finally exited. Neither of them could even remember the last time they had eaten, it had been days, and they devoured the food with unabashed pleasure.

“Mistress, if I may ask,” Lady Midnight began once they had finished dessert, “What plans do you have next, and how might your Slaves be of assistance?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“Yes Mistress,” Wolf Woman added, “How might we serve you best?”

“How very thoughtful of you both,” Bette said sweetly, “I have plans for both of you actually,” she said with a wicked smirk, “We're going to demonstrate to Ms. Americana and Flag Girl precisely why you can never trust a junkie,” she said cryptically, as an evil smile spread across her beautiful face.