Darkness Descending 2:

Monster Society of Evil

Strat0071964

By

Davepyl01@gmail.com

 “Pam?” the voice called. Isley’s pretty face turned to her feline visitor.

    “Cheetah, long time no see.” Cheetah said.

Whipping around the villainess called Poison Ivy saw a

   “Nice to see you again.”

   “I just got a message from the Legion of Doom, requesting my attendance. You?”

   “Monster Society of Evil,” Cheetah said. “Which, as it happens, has decided to headquarter in Gotham.”

   “Hmm. Pam sounded in response. “Let’s get together after our meetings, compare notes.”

   The sultry Cheetah nodded her head. “Heard your Batman is gone. Dead?”

    What had happened to Bruce Wayne? The Dark knight detective? A smirk formed on Pam’s. That was a secret she planned to keep.

   Pam just smiled. “Later.”

Bruce had been showering after another busy night when Pam slipped in. Gently easing his butler to sleep. Her own special pheromone drugs mixing with the shower’s mist.

   Bruce saw her figure in the steam as he stepped from the shower. Naked, Pam sprung at him. Thyme both tumbled back into the shower, hot water splashing all over them.

   He gave no resistance as her lips were on his. Their arms around each other madly. Before long they wrestled in his bed.

   The hero stroked her curvy hips and kissed her ample breasts. She always let men well satisfied. And Bruce was certainly satisfying.

   That was where she had left Bruce, now in her own bed. Under her spell. So she assumed anyway. Though she did use Batman to play one last fatal joke on the Joker.

  Cheetah strolled into the building. The lit was poor. A former warehouse, they all met in a conference room. So many creatures, at least that dumb worm called Mr. Mind wasn’t part of this.

   Man-Bat, Croc, Solomon Grundy, A villainess called Hyena, a misplaced wined warrior called War Bird, a kind of humanoid sparrow hawk. He dashed about.

   The sight of the bird made Cheetah nervous.

   A huge lion humanoid called Rex, and his wife Myra, a lioness. Others with whom Cheetah was not acquainted.

    Her code name was Robin, assigned the title by Damien. Her costume, red with green leggings, and a yellow R. on the chest. Her cape a dark green, with a cowl pulled up over her head.

     Stephanie Brown was her real name. Numb chucks in hand, she watched the assembly. Monster Society, they called themselves. They intended to make Gotham their base of operations. The city already had enough problems, being under martial law, the new commissioner of police running his department like a paramilitary operation.

    Her nerves rattled. Villain groups organizing, worldwide it seemed. Some heroes missing, like Batman, believed dead.

    Some of the faces she recognized. On a podium stood a cybernetic Gorilla calling himself Mobango. Then there was the one who called herself poison Ivy’s daughter – Flora. A leafy green complexion, in vine like garb.

   Other faces, a pretty figure in a black satin dress. Star like sequins on it. She was called, the Satin Satan, she held a silver staff, with a glowing, moon-like, orb. Then there was a Mummy, called the Pharaoh.  

   A beast man, some of foe of the Justice Legion, thought Stephanie. Kull?

   A many tentacle like character, like an octopus. Doc Ock? What a name. Another reptilian, the Lizard, both enemies of Spiderman, in Gotham.

     A wasp-like insectoid, called King Swarm. And a cobra female, Slythis. They were other faces in the crowd.

   She watched the oversized War Bird. It had come from another world. Another cross over, her nerves shuddered,

    A light blasted from the Satin Satan’s staff, at Robin, “Seems we have a visitor!” A smirk was on her face.

   Swiftly, Robin leapt from her perch. The War Bird soared at her. Stephanie flung her chucks at it, the creature avoided them, spinning through some beams.

   Landing on a cat walk, she was confronted by Cheetah, “Cats eat birds you know.” She hissed.

   They plunged at each other. Cheetah’s claws whipped at the bird girl’s chest. Robin responded with a kick to the gut, and spiral into the air.

   Croc was coming, a gas grenade in his eyes stopped him. Then, Ock’s tentacles grabbed her cape. She struggled against the villain.

   Flora’s vines slammed Stephanie against a beam, wrapping around her slim figure. The heroine struggled to get hold of her utility belt. The male Cheetah snatched it away.

    “Well, well, Batman’s pretty young Novice,” Slythis hissed.

    “Hello, Stephanie,” Cheetah said. “How’s the big bat?”

   “Don’t know, don’t care,” Stephanie snapped.

    “Who is Batman?” One of the others demanded.

   “What’s it matter? He’s dead.”

   They laughed. “Like to be sure,” Croc growled. He stood by Flora, arms crossed over his massive chest.

   The Satin Satan neared, the orb of her staff glowed. “I can make her tell us anything!” She laughed.

    The magic of her orb entombed Robin. Moved into a bird cage. Magic energy drug her against the bars.

   “Robin want some bird seed?” Cackled one of them, and shoved some food into her mouth, “m-mmmf.”

  The villain resembled a bespeckled ventriloquist dummy in a tuxedo.

   “Back off,” Cheetah snapped. She smiled and neared the cage bars. “Pretty little bird. Who are you?”

    Robin choked as one of the villain’s toxins. “Stephanie Brown.”

      Such a smug look on Ivy’s face.

   “Where is Batman?”

    “I don’t know.” She really didn’t. So far as Robin knew, he really was dead.

     “Perhaps,” Croc mused. “I have trouble believing’ it though.”

    The heroine continued her struggles. “Let me go!”

   The shrieking war bird settled before her. The humanoid fowl eyed her like a worm.

    “You are the Clue Master’s kid?” Flora said. A creepy smile on her face. “My mom’s Poison Ivy. Not sure who my dad is.”

  “A thorn bush,” Stephanie snapped.

   Hissing, Flora made her vines tear off Stephanie’s costume. Leaving the heroine naked, to roving eyes, and whistles.

   Stephanie’s body wriggled, secured between bars by weeds. Her brig breasts heaved.

   Cheetah eyed the young bird. She licked her lips. “Wonder what the heroes would do to get you back?”

   “Nothing?” Said Satin Satan.

    Reaching through the bars, with her claws, Cheetah stroked the heroine’s breasts. Her claws touched the nipples. Robin squealed and squirmed, trying to get away.

   “I’d sure love a piece of that!” Called Croc. Clenched fists, his tongue smacked his lips.

   “No!” Stephanie screamed. Stretched out in her cage and secured by vines.

   Squawking, the War Bird flew to the cage. Its arms reached in and stroked her tits.

     “No!” Robin screamed. The cage lowered to the ground and door flung open. The males began entered.

   Her own heart raced. Cheetah was torn. She hated to see a female treated like – that. The other ladies grinned and laughed. The feline fatale forced a smile onto her face.

   Croc’s hands on Stephanie’ bosom, his organ throbbed in her. Her chest bounced against his as the reptile used her.

    On collar and leash, Robin would be kept at the Killer Croc’s feet. Satin Satan gave the heroine actual Robin wings, and bird noises only came from her throat.

    Now, that amused the Cheetah.

   Mobango called the meeting back to order. He maintained such a cool and calm composition. Cheetah sometimes wondered about the beast.

   Another figure strode up beside the cyber gorilla. Dressed in dark blue and black. “I am the Night Hunter.” His voice was familiar.

    “Damien?” Cheetah called. Damien Wayne?

   “From now on, you work for me,” Damien told them.

    Their focus turned on the young one. “You are not a monster, you are a hero.” The Pharaoh said.

   “I am your boss,” Damien growled.

   Well-endowed police women with blouse tied up around their breasts patrolled. Under the control of the Hatters mechanisms.

   Gotham was under Damien’s control. But who controlled him? Cheetah eyed the young man. Was this one even on the right world?

    Next Chapter: Legion Of Doom