Darkness Descends 3
By
Strat0071964
davepyl01@gmail.com
Gotham was under Damien Wayne’s control. But who controlled the young former hero? His enforcers, the New Monster Society Of Evil.
Anxious, the caged heroines looked about. Barbara Gordon, the Batgirl – on bat-bikini, sandals cape, cowl and collar and leash. And the Robin – Stephanie Brown. Mostly naked, red and yellow bikini, green mask and cape.
Damien had claimed Barbara Gordon. The young heroine clutched the bars of her cell. The Monster Society, many of its members still reeled over the revelation of who was truly behind this organization.
“You’re a hero,” The one calling hhhimmmself Pharaoh bellowed.”
Damien rolled his eyes as if dealing with a slow witted child. Responding to silent commands, Man-bat swept in and grabbed the Egyptian villain, bringing the screaming foe up into the air.
“What?” Stephanie gasped.
Another scream, that of one falling from miles on high. It suddenly ended.
“Anymore questions or objections?” Damien asked the villains, like nothing had just occurred.
“Maybe he is a monster,” one of them whispered.
“Barbara,” it was the nearby Satin Satan. “I can get you out of this.” A beautiful witch in an eros inspired costume.
“What?” Stephanie now looked at the evil witch in surprise.
The Satin Satan looked back at the heroic bird girl. “I owe her.” She said simply.
“It’s okay,” Barbara said. “I’m right where I need to be.”
Stephanie now gave Barbara a curious look. “Are you nuts? Like Damien?”
With a nod of her head, Satin Satan put a smirk on her ruby lips and backed away.
“What’s going on?” Stephanie questioned.
“I need to find out who’s controlling Damien.” Barbara said.
“Nobody,” Damien quipped, nearby. He bit into a red delicious apple. “Do I need to remind you who is master?”
“Why, you are, sir.” Barbara answered demurely.
Damien spat some apple onto his hand. Held it up, “Lick it up.”
“Bruce is dead,” Damien said. “He won’t swing in to reuse either of you this time, my pets.”
Turning, Damien walked away.
“Then, why should you have any trouble letting me know who turned you to dark ness?” Stephanie called.
He turned and looked at her. “There are hero’s stronger and darker than Bruce.” He turned back. “Even he knew that.” And walked on.
LEGION OF DOOM –
“Dr. Pamela Isley, welcome.” He was a handsome blue-eyed blonde man, looking in his mid-twenties. A bright smile on his face. “I am Simon Cane.”
Pam nodded her head. “Formerly known as the Ultra Humanite.” She paused, smiled. “But didn’t you used to wear a monkey suit?” Literally.
“Ah, yes. A powerful body,” Simon said, with some wistfulness. “But subject to all mortal limitations.” He backed up some, his tie-less black suit covered a rather hunkish man. “This, this cybernetic body, now it is perfect, befitting one of my status.”
“Very nice,” Pam had to agree. She looked around the assemblage. “Who are your friends?”
“Metal-Lex, a composite of the old villain Metallo and Lex Luthor.” He said. The villain joined him. “Reverse Flash – Ed Thawne; Black Manta; Mr. Freeze,” the cold criminal did not look at all happy. “Scarecrow; Toyman; Deadshot.”
“No Deathstroke? Gorilla Grodd or Cheetah?” Pam asked.
“Deathstroke’s busy with his own group -0 the Assassin’s Guild, Cheetah’s joined a new Monster Society of Evil, and I could not find Grodd.”
“Well, I guess one Monkey’s enough for this group,” Pam said. Then chuckled.
Simon looked at her as if not certain how to take that. Then responded with a dead pan attempt at humor. “I assure you, Dr. Isley, we will not Be Monkeying around.”
“And I’m every bit as good as Deathstroke,” Dead Shot snapped. “Even better.”
Yeah, right.
“Together, we shall end this miserable age of hero’s and darkness shall rule!” Simon nearly shouted.
The Scarecrow approached Pam. “Are you with us?”
“Sounds like fun,” Pam responded.
Humanite, Pam regarded the villain. He was always so over confident. She found it a highly distasteful trait.
The powerful looking cult king, called Copperhead approached. He regarded Pam as an underling, the look was in his chauvinistic stare. “Are we ready to get underway?”
“Of course, Copperhead,” Simon gestured to the new recruit. “Have you met Dr. Pam Isley?”
“Hmm? No.” Copperhead admitted. “Got her power from Plant Master, making her basically a rip-off version of a powerful plant based creature.”
Anger rose in Pam. “I am no cheap imitation.” She grumbled. “I am, more powerful than the so-called Plant Master.”
“And a lot cuter,” one of the villains whispered. A chuckle followed from yet another.
“Whatever,” Copperhead dismissed. “You got your powers because of his genius.”
“The final member of our group – so far,” Simon said. “Is called the Whirlwind, from an alternate world.”
Curious she looked at the strangely named figure. “So, what is our objective?”
“To defeat the heroes,” Copperhead said, simply.
Her eyes rolled as she looked to the crime lord. “Obviously.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “A feat which many of us have tried, either individually or as members of some group or other. An effort that,” she glared at him. “Even for you has always ended in failure.” She looked to the newcomer. “You – Whirlwind?”
“Same,” He admitted. “Hoping for a change of luck.”
Simon looked to Pam. “I am hoping you can persuade Cheetah to join us.”
Pam wondered who was joining Deathstroke’s Assassin’s Guild.
“What are your real names?” Pam asked.
“Of no importance,” Whirlwind was quick to answer.
“And,” A smug smile on Simon’s face as he looked around the other startled criminals. “One more addition to our ranks, I’m sure you will all find super!” His cackle rankled Pam’s nerves.
Descending in a black outfit, with blue cape. His whitened S with a blood red X over the symbol. His flesh was pale.
“Superman?” Toyman’s jaw nearly hit the floor. “Not funny Monkey man.”
“Oh, but it is,” Simon apparently chose to ignore the insult. “It’s hysterical. Actually, he is also from another – world. Called Super Slayer.” He laughed. “Good thing the Monster Society didn’t learn about him.”
Metal-Lex laughed. “I love it.”
Pam looked to the sorcerer, Felix Faust. “Is this some creation of yours?”
“No,” the wizard always sounded so grim, even worse than Bruce. “He is displaced among the worlds, like some others.” His gaze took in Whirlwind.
“No!” The blue-eyed blonde babe shot through the roof of the building. Supergirl? Well – why not? Pam reasoned.
“I know why you brought him here,” the well-breasted powerhouse exclaimed. “I won’t let you use him to kill our Superman.”
“Who invited her?” Toyman called.
“Another power,” Felix Faust replied, nearly hoarse.
The Super Monster clenched his fists and took a battle stance.
“You can’t stop us!” Metal-Lex fired a Kryptonite laser. The super-hot heroine dodged the blast. Responding with her own heat vision, which this Lex avoided.
“Tell her how much better you are than she,” Pam said to Copperhead.
That smug look was still on his face. “I won’t have to!” He laughed. Then watched the show.
Swiftly, Supergirl gave Metal-Lex a punch that sent him crashing into a concrete wall. “Ugh!” The villain moaned.
“You!” Super Slayer yelled in a voice like thunder. “You followed me! Well, this time I will kill you cousin!” With that he flung himself at Supergirl.
“Wow!” Toyman growled. His eyes on the fair damsel. “I’d love a super sized piece of that breast meat.”
Swinging back, Supergirl spun a blast of air, knocked the Toyman down.
The Super Slayers hands at Supergirl’s throat, they throttled about on the floor, others scrambling form their path.
Grabbing Pam’s arm, Simon yanked her out of the way. Faust levitated her from the path of the combatants.
“Aagh!” Supergirl cried as Super Slayer slammed her against a wall. His hand clutching her throat.
“Oh, don’t kill her!” Toyman called. “Let’s play with the super sex dolls.”
“Oh, kill her!” Copperhead said.
“Hmm!” Super Slayer considered. He eyed the mightily maimed powerhouse apparently in a new light. “Well. She’s not my actual cousin, I suppose.” Smiling, he reached to stroke her material covered tit. She tried pushing his hand away.
Men! Pam thought. Well, were some women much different? She recalled Bruce Wayne resting in her bedroom. Their daughter, Flora who was with the Monsters Society.
Their daughter Flora. Okay, so she’d sped things up a bit, fearing the whole motherhood stage. Shivering, Pam recalled her own frigid mom.
“Don’t fight it girl,” Copperhead now roared at Supergirl as she struggled against Super Slayer. With magic, Faust secured her wrists and ankles to the wall, using clamps.
“Here!” Faust tossed the Super Slayer a collar. “This will steal her powers.”
Super Slayer placed the collar on his captive’s neck.
“No!” Supergirl screamed. Super Slayer ripped her costume and clothes off, revealing her super body.
Super Slayer pursed the maid of might’s lips together. He pressed his lips against hers. Her body squirmed against his, his uniform dropped to the floor. “M-mmm!”
The villain’s lips moved down her throat to her breasts. Huge mountains pulsed at his kisses. Soon, she moaned and groaned as he entered her. “Oh-ohhh! Ungh!” please!” Supergirl cried.
Super Slayer laughed. The bonds disappeared and the mighty heroine dropped to the floor as he pulled back. Then. He grasped her hair and jerked the super babe to her knees.
“Show your respect!” Super Slayer ordered. Gave her butt a smack with his free hand.
Supergirl looked to the female villains, as if pleading for help. Pam just smiled at the doll’s misery. Then blew a kiss, a mist went from her to the heroine.
Metal-Lex, Metallo, Scarecrow, they held back. Others closed in. Tearful, Supergirl kissed each organ flopped before her. Hands grabbed her breasts, stroked on body.
Sobbing, Supergirl was stretched out on the floor. Giggling, Toyman dunked his organ into her mouth. Copperhead also entered her. Others controlled her body.