Superman enslaves the DC Universe

The place is Earth One, the time is 1984 and Superman has gone mad. Most of the male heroes are dead. Supergirl, Wonder Woman, Wonder Girl, Starfire, Black Canary, Batgirl, Halo and Katana are in his power. Who's next?

Well it seems someone finally noticed Hal Jordan isn’t answering his calls…

Marcus Lycus

May 2011

Issue 7 – It’s Not Easy Being Green

Faster than the speed of light Green Lantern Katma Tui raced through the stars leaving a trail of green energy and robust curses in her wake.

“Stars-be-damned stuck-up cocky primitive hukka-herder! Who does he think he is ignoring a priority summons from the Guardians of the Universe! Did he have a hot date? Did he lose his job again? When will that fool Jordan learn the universe is more important than his secret identity!” The red-skinned, raven haired beauty swore. For dozens of cycles she’d defended sector 1417, never failing to answer an emergency call, giving attention to every inhabited world, not just Korugar, the planet of her birth. But Jordan, a native of a primitive world (apparently named ‘dirt’ in the dominant language of its inhabitants) spent 99% of his time on his home world, and most of that time pretending to be a mere human. It was absurd! How many sentient beings died in sector 2814 while Jordan was busy pretending to be human? Jordan always acted like he was better than the rest of the corps, making snide remarks and crude jokes about some of the more ‘alien’ members. As if Earthlings were some sort of norm. He was so unprofessional Katma half suspected he would be the next Sinestro or even go nuts and try to kill them all.

And now he had been missing for weeks. He’d ignored an urgent summons to deal with an impending supernova (which Katma had to take care of) and hadn’t even responded to repeated summons to return to Oa.

She knew he was fine, if anything had happened to the idiot his ring would seek out a worthy successor and inform the Guardians on Oa. Since his ring had not, the problem must be Jordan.

Hence her light years long string of curses.

“Like I don’t have anything better to do than wipe the nose of some primitive-“

“Hey Katma? Who are you talking to?”

Katma Tui stopped. It was strange enough to be interrupted at hyper speeds but even stranger she recognized the voice.

A golden-skinned blond teen hovered in front of her, pointy ears jutted from her pixie-cut hair, and like Katma she was wearing the skintight uniform of a Green Lantern. “Arisia? Arisia Rrab?”

“Guilty!” The intruder giggled over the communications link.

“But… but… how? Why?”

“Oh I heard there was some trouble with Hal and I thought I’d pop over and check how things are going. I figured you wouldn’t mind the company.”

Katma considered and rejected a dozen rude replies. Arisia was one of the newest, youngest and least experienced of the corps, and everyone knew she had a crush on Jordan. But Arisia was also obsessed with Hal and his planet and another Lantern (especially one so eager to find Jordan) would mean this mission would be over sooner. Besides, she thought deliciously, wouldn’t it be something for this starry-eyed teen to find her idol drunk on some local rotgut neglecting his duties!

“Why sure Arisia, I’d love to have you along.”

***

Light years away Superman relaxed on his zero-G bed. “Mmmm, that’s right Princess, that’s good, keep it up.”

In his left hand he held one end of Wonder Woman’s golden lasso, the other end was wrapped around the Amazon Princess’ wrists making her helpless in his power. Inside she seethed, for all her power, for all her wisdom, she was reduced to this. To being Superman’s blowjob whore.

As an added humiliation Wonder Woman still wore the remnants of her once-proud costume. Her star-spangled panties and golden tiara were long gone of course, they were on display in Superman’s trophy room along side Batgirl’s cape and Katana’s sword. Wonder Woman could only imagine what had happened to those two champions of justice. She still wore her red and gold bustier but it was bunched around her waist exposing her firm round breasts. Her boots and slave bracelets completed the costume. It was as if Superman wanted to constantly remind her who she used to be, how far she had fallen. As if she could forget.

“GREAT SCOTT!” Superman abruptly cried out. Wonder Woman felt his strong hand grip her hair tightly as his seed filled her mouth. It hurt! It was like she had her lips around a fire hose but Superman’s grip did not allow her to move, she could only endure. The force was so great she knew that without her Amazon powers her head would have popped like a zit.

“Oh yeah…” Superman moaned and finally released her. The Amazon princess fell to the floor, doubled over choking and spitting out his thick white cum.

“Come ‘ere Wonder Wench, I got something for you…” He yanked the lasso and Wonder Woman obediently climbed back on the bed knowing the final debasement was still to come. Superman reached into the pouch inside his cape and pulled out a $5 bill. “Good job toots, you deserve a special reward.” He slipped between her breasts were already several dirty, wrinkled bills. Souvenirs from the dozens of times she had serviced him.

He pulled her closer and reached between her legs. “No… no please Kal, don’t.” He grinned and slipped a finger into her tight pussy. Fear gripped Wonder Woman. All her powers came with a price, a simple command, no Amazon must ever submit to a man. If Superman took her, her powers would be forfeit, and without her Amazon powers… The phrase ‘pop like a zit’ came to mind.

Superman wiggled it around feeling the growing warmth and moistness. “Makes you horny huh? Sucking my Rod of Steel.”

Wonder Woman whimpered. The power of her own lasso forced her to obey, she felt her nipples grow firm and erect, her skin grow flushed, desire even grew inside her thoughts.

‘Hera protect me!” She thought. ‘I am getting horny!’ Superman slipped in a second finger, then a third.

“Nice and tight. Virgin tight. That’s what I like about you Diana. I bet you never even touched yourself did you?” He yanked the lasso. “Did you?!”

“N-no… I n-never…”

“Never?”

“A-almost… never…”

“Bet you never played those lesbo games with your sisters either did you?”

“I… no… never… I was the princess, no one would dare…”

“And tell me Princess, did you ever wonder what it would be like?”

“I… there were books, stories of Hercules’ enslavement of the Amazons… f-forbidden…”

“And once you got here to the real world, did you start checking out some men? Did you check out me?”

“Superman! Please!”

Superman pulled on the golden lasso, Wonder Woman moaned as she felt its power.

“Yes! Yes I thought of you, so strong, so noble, so wise…”

“Yeah. Bet you did. That’s a lot of frustration ain’t it princess? Bet this is feeling pretty good?”

“Y-yes… yes… oh yes…”

“Want some more?”

“Oh Hera… please… I can’t stand it… I… I…” She arched her back and gasped for breath, thought, pride, composure, a lifetime of control slipped away like morning mist. “I…”

“Slut.” Superman shoved her off the bed, on the brink of orgasm but not yet there. Wonder Woman lay on the cold floor shivering with frustration and unfulfilled lusts. She wasn’t a proud heroine, a noble princess, just a woman in the grip of her needs.

“Superman… please…”

“Sorry princess, if I can’t fuck you, you ain’t getting fucked. But I gotta say I’m in the mood for a show right now.” Superman whistled and the door opened. The alien princess Starfire entered, Wonder Woman’s younger sister Wonder Girl trailed behind her. Both of them were naked, Wonder Girl was bound her in her golden lasso, it was wrapped around her wrists, then looped around her neck, and finally roped around her own firm breasts making them jut out even farther than normal. Starfire gave her a yank and the brunette stumbled in. Wonder Girl looked at Superman with open longing while the golden-skinned Starfire smiled at him with confidence.

Superman waved his hand at a console in the corner and some fast Kryptonian Jazz started to play. The two girls began to dance. On the floor Wonder Woman wept softly.

***

“So like I told Tomar Re that I think that Bzzd likes Ch’p and he want and told Skyrd who went and told Ch’p! Can you believe it?”

Katma nodded wearily. She wondered if her power ring could screen Arisia’s babbling. In the last few hours she’d heard more Corps gossip that she’d heard in her years as a Lantern. How did this girl know all this? She’d barely been on the Corps for a year!

“…and then when she found out that Mogo was cheating she was so pissed she tossed his whole music crystal collection out the window and kicked him out and that’s why Mogo doesn’t socialize.”

“Uh-huh” Katma muttered vaguely.

“Oh that reminds me! Did you hear about Xax? I hear that while he was on Daxam he-“

“Oh wow, look at that we’re almost at Earth!” Katma said with relief. I guess we’d better concentrate on our search from here on!”

“Wait, wait, I’ve gotta get ready!” Arisia turned her ring on her costume. The material flowed and changed. What had been a skin-tight costume covering the girl from head to toe shrank becoming a green miniskirt, a white strapless bustier and a collar around her neck decorated with her Green Lantern badge. White gloves and white go-go boots completed the outfit.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh this is my disguise as a typical Earth girl! I carefully studied their vid transmissions so I would look normal.”

“But you have golden skin and pointy ears!”

“Looks like someone didn’t do their homework! Earthlings are very diverse you know. Sure Hal has pale skin but I’ve learned there are plenty of golden-skinned Earthlings in the Hawaii and Rio regions of Earth. And, while rare, there are pointy-eared humans such as the famous physician Dr. Spock. Now hold still and I’ll alter your costume-“

“What? No, no. Besides with my skin I-“

“There you go again. If you’d checked you would know that there is a warrior tribe of red-skinned Earthlings in the Washington region! You’ll blend right in.”

That didn’t sound right to Katma but anything to get this mission over with. “Fine let’s scan Earth and-“

“Hold your space dragons! This will just take a second!” Arisia took a deep breath and turned her ring on herself. As Katma watched Arisia’s look of intense concentration turned into a grimace of pain.

“Arisia are you-“

The younger Green Lantern waved the older woman off.

Her body began to change, her waist narrowed, her hips widened, her legs stretched longer, her breasts grew stretching her bustier out, the tight white material pushing them together giving her deep cleavage. She’d gone from being a skinny teen to a curvy woman in just seconds.

Finally she sighed and opened her eyes.

“How do I look?”

Katma was still looking at the teen Lantern in shock. She never knew a power ring could be used that way. “I… well… what exactly were you trying to do?”

“Look older of course! Remember how last time Hal kept calling me ‘little sister’ and telling me I was so young, well wait till he sees me now!”

“But… but… you’re still…” Katma shook her head, Hal was enough of a problem case but now it seemed little Arisia has issues of her own. She decided to drop it and get this mission over with. She could always report Arisia’s unhealthy infatuation to the honor guard later.

“Niver mind, you look fine. And if you’re quite done, I’d like to find our missing Corpsman.”

“Just one more thing!”

“What now… OW!” Arisia had zapped her head! It hurt!

“Can you hear me? Do you understand me?”

“What? Of course I understand you, I speak Interlac for the Guardians’ sake!”

“Ah! But I’m not speaking Interlac! I’m speaking Earthish!”

Katma blinked twice, yes she was speaking some crude language. And somehow the older woman understood every word.

“I just zapped all the information into your head, now we can speak to the natives!”

“But our rings can translate-“

“Yes, but if we’re always talking to glowing rings then everyone will know we’re Green Lanterns, now we can pass as Earthlings!”

Katma sighed. “Fine, fine. But Arisia next time warn me before you go zapping my brain OK?”

“Sure thing Katma! Will do! Now let’s go find Hal!” Arisia took off leaving a trail of excited giggles and green plasma behind her. Katma sighed again and followed.

***

Superman suddenly sat up and shoved Starfire off his dick and onto the floor. “M-master?!” She cried in fear.

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl turned from where they were lying on the icy floor, forgotten once Starfire got her hands on the Man of Steel.

“Did you hear that? No of course not, you fucking yellow sun wimps can’t hear shit.”

“Master what do you-”

But Superman was already gone in a blur flying to the trophy room. He passed Halo and Supergirl playing patty cake on the floor. It was good to see those brain-dead bimbos found something appropriate to their mental talents.

A millisecond later he landed in front of his Green Lantern trophy case, Hal Jordan’s ring encased in a yellow amber. He could feel it, hear it, there was green energy in the room looking for the ring but failing to find it. Putting is ear to the amber he could even hear the distant wailing of the ring’s consciousness as it tried to penetrate the yellow shell.

“Damnit, I knew they’d send someone to look for him. But who? Where?” Despite their stupid weakness Superman knew Green Lanterns could actually be a threat to him. And he didn’t want to spend the next few days dressed head to toe in yellow. At least they couldn’t detect the ring.

He looked up, through the roof, through the atmosphere into a high orbit and spotted them glowing like two green comets in the darkness of space.

“Well, well, well… This could be interesting.”

He saw them start to move towards Earth, towards Hal’s stomping grounds in Coast City. He realized he didn’t have much time.

Luckily the Man of Steel has super speed and lighting-fast super intelligence. Second were all he needed to make a plan!

***

“Sexaholics Anonymous?!” Carol Ferris demanded. “I thought Hal Jordan was in Alcoholics Anonymous?”

“Well he was but then they found him with two blonds and a bottle of grappa, so they sent him to Sexaholics. He might be in there for weeks.” Tom Kalmaku replied nervously holding out the forged letter. Carol snatched it away and stormed off.

“I should fire his ass!” She yelled and Tom breathed a sigh of relief. It was getting harder and harder to cover for Hal. Whatever mission he was on as Green Lantern had kept him away for weeks. Thankfully Ferris Aircraft policy didn’t allow them to fire someone in addiction treatment, otherwise they wouldn’t have a test pilot left on staff. Hal always said you had to be drunk or completely fearless to go up in the death traps Ferris built. With the way they cut corners they always needed pilots, that’s why they kept Hal around.

For years Tom had covered for Hal, putting up with his racist insults and irresponsibility because he knew the world needed Green Lantern. But this latest stunt was testing his patience. He sighed heavily and walked into the locker room. “Hal where are you?” He asked.

“We were wondering the same thing” A strangely accented voice said. He spun and found himself face to face with a red-skinned woman in a Green Lantern uniform and a golden skinned elf-like girl in some sort of slutty cheerleader outfit.

“Green Lanterns? You mean Hal isn’t on some mission with the Corps?”

“He’s supposed to be, but Jordan never reported for duty. I am Katma Tui and this is Arisia Rrab, we are here to find Jordan and return him to Oa to face discipline.”

“What? No, no, we’re just here because we’re worried about him!” Arisia cut in. “We’re sure he has a good reason right Katma?”

Katma Tui sighed again but didn’t correct her young colleague.

“Sorry but Hal’s been missing for weeks, I’ve been trying to cover for him and hoping for word but I’ve heard nothing. Maybe he’s on a mission with the Justice League? They say all of them are away on some case.”

“JLA?” Arisia asked.

“Some local hero’s club Jordan is a member of. Maybe he’s away on a case but if he is he’s in trouble. We detected his Lantern in this locker.” She pointed her ring at it and a green key formed opening the metal door.

“I don’t see anything.” Tom peeked in and found nothing but Jordan’s dirty underwear and collection of Barely Legal magazines.

“Well it’s invisible of course.” She shined her light and a small lantern appeared. The green lamp was no larger than a bread box and glowed faintly in the dark locker. It was small but contained enough power to move a planet. If you had a power ring to go with it.

“Wait! If Hal’s battery is here, then where ever he is-“ Tom realized.

“His ring is powerless!” Arisia finished.

“Yes. It seems so.” Katma said dryly.

“But, what could have happened, where could he be? We have to find him!”

“It’s very odd. Our scans found no sign of Jordan or his ring. If something happened to him his ring would have notified Oa and found a successor. Maybe if we-“

Suddenly Katma and Arisia’s rings buzzed.

++Power Ring 2814 detected approximately 4000 Earth kilometers east++

“That’s him!” The two women cried and immediately shot into the air. They vanished through the ceiling leaving Tom alone with Hal’s dirty laundry and porn stash.

***

Across the country in Metropolis, Lois Lane walked into a seedy bar. Two men waved to her from a back table and she joined them.

“So you’re Lois Lane huh?” The first one said. He was a blond with a scruffy beard and, oddly enough, one arm.

“Superman’s girlfriend Lois Lane!” His companion corrected. He was bald with pale skin that had a bit of an unnatural color to it. Despite the darkness in the bar they both wore sunglasses. They also smelled like they slept in the sewer.

“The famous Lois Lane who wrote ‘Green Arrow dresses like he’s about to appear in a high school production of Robin Hood and his Merry Men’.”

“Is she? I thought she was the one who wrote ‘Metamorpho looks even worse than he smells and that’s saying a lot’.”

“OK, I think we’re done here.” Lois got up to leave.

“Whoa, hold your horses lady, we’re just messing around. Joking y’know.”

Lois snorted but sat back down, she took out her tape recorder and put it on the table. “You said you have information about the Justice League Mr…”

“No need to be formal here, you can call me Rex and he’s Oli.”

“Fine Rex and Oli. So tell me what you know.”

“Sure, sure, but first off, how’s Clark? He’s an old buddy of ours. Seen him lately?”

“Kent? He works for WGBS these days, he doesn’t come around the Daily Planet much.”

“Yeah, funny thing though I ain’t seen him on the teevee in weeks.”

“Then he must have hurt his back or had an allergy attack or something. With Clark if it’s not one thing it’s another. Always some excuse.”

Rex and Oli chuckled like Lois had made a joke.

“Sure is funny how Clark Kent disappears the same time Superman vanishes.”

“Is that what this is about? Another crazy story about how Clark Kent is Superman? Please. I was a charter member of that club and you know what, it’s bull crap. Sure they look a bit alike but there’ve been way too many times the two have been seen together. Why don’t you tell me how Superman is really Elvis or really JFK, something I might actually believe.”

“Yeah, yeah, I guess it is kind of dumb, I mean what are the odds a newspaper full of ace reporters would be fooled by a pair of glasses!” Oli almost doubled over laughing at that comment.

“OK, now we’re really done here.” Lois packed up her tape recorder and got up again.

“So… want to know where Superman is? Want to know where the JLA are?”

Lois sighed and sat down again. “And how would two bums like you know anything about that?”

Oli reached into his pocket and took out a small metal box about the size of a cigarette pack. Lois recognized it instantly, it was a JLA signal device!

“They’re dead. Almost all of the Justice League. Most of the Titans too.”

“And the Outsiders.” Rex added.

“Dead? All of them? How? Who?”

“He killed them. Superman. He’s gone nuts and he’s killing the superheroes.”

“What? No, he can’t, he wouldn’t, he’d never-“

“Lady me and Oli saw it with our own eyes! And to make things worse he’s not just killing the heroes, the women, the heroines, he’s taking them back to his Fortress, taking them back and making them his sex slaves!”

“No! OK that’s enough! You had me going there for a second with that fake signal device but I’m going to sit here and listen to two bums insult the greatest hero in the world!” This time Lois shot out of her seat and almost ran for the door.

Oli jumped to his feet and chased after her but a bald man in a dark overcoat blocked his way.

“Don’t bother. She won’t listen to you.”

“Get out of the way!” Oli tried to shove him out of the way but it was like he was stronger than a mule.

“Come back to the table friend. Let’s talk business.”

“And who the hell are you?”

“Oh I’m a friend of a friend. You can call me Lex.”

***

“Here?” Arisia asked incredulously. The two women were in a filthy, trash-filled alleyway in someplace called Gotham.

“That’s what the scan says. Jordan’s ring is down this alley.”

“But it smells worse than the Xun Pens on Khundia!”

“Well who knows, maybe this is where Jordan likes to hang out.” Katma hid her grin. She’d suspected this was how it would end up. They’d find Jordan drunk off his ass in the gutter. He’d be disgraced and expelled from the corps and little Arisia would learn a valuable lesson about how men are scum.

“Come on!”

Arisia used her ring to create a pair of nose plugs and gingerly tip-toed into the alley.

They passed several piles of trash bags and tried to ignore the rats that fled their approach. Behind a dumpster they found him. He was a big guy with a matted beard dressed in a filthy coat, his eyes were shut and loud snores came from his nose. One arm was buried under a heap of rotting vegetables and his other still clutched a bottle of malt liquor. But on that hand he wore an inert power ring!

“H-Hal? Is that you?” Arisia asked fearfully.

CRACK!

The hidden arm came up and hit the young Lantern on the side of the head with a yellow baseball bat.

“What?” Katma yelled before the bat came down on her head as well. Both women fell face-first into the gutter.

Superman smiled and reached down plucking the green ring off Arisia’s hand, then Katma’s. He dropped them and Hal’s ring into a yellow Shop Rite bag and laughed. “I said it before, I’ll say it again. Yellow – what a stupid weakness.”

***

“So Supes has this fortress in the arctic right, we figure that has to be where he’s hiding. Now I’ve been in it, he gave us all a tour, but the thing is I got there by teleporter, I don’t actually know where is.” Oli explained.

“Yes, I can see why that might be a problem. But say you did, what then? Superman’s Fortress of Solitude is the most secure place on Earth. The key weighs more than a battleship and the door can withstand nuclear bombs.” Lex Luthor replied.

“That’s where I come in.” Rex cut in. “I just turn into nitrogen gas and fly right through the keyhole, then I let Oli in.”

“Right, so then we find his kryptonite vault-“

“Or a phantom zone projector!”

“Or free the girls and bam! We take care of him.”

Lex Luthor is the smartest man on Earth. He found over 300 flaws in this plan before Oli and Rex finished speaking.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Brilliant.” He said. “Stunning in its simplicity and versatility. There’s no way Superman could anticipate it or prepare.”

“See Rex, that’s what I was trying to tell you, the best plans are the ones that give you room to improvise.”

“In fact Mr. Queen-“

“Queen? Wait a second I never said that was my name.”

“You’re Oliver Queen, better known as Green Arrow. And you are Rex Mason, better known as Metamorpho the Element Man. Excellent mask by the way. Quite realistic.”

“Fine… so you know our secret identities.” Oli sulked.

“Not everyone is as dumb as Lois Lane. I make it a point to keep track of all you do-gooder types.”

“Wait a sec!” Rex interrupted, “you’re saying you know everyone’s secret ID? Even Superman?”

“Metamorpho, I’ve been fighting that alien pest since I was in knee pants. Do you really think I don’t know who he is?”

“But if you knew then how come you never-“

“What? Held his friends hostage? Kidnapped his adoptive parents? Crept into his apartment and strangled him as he slept? Raped Lois Lane?”

“Uh…”

“Because I am Lex Luthor. The smartest man on Earth. I will defeat Superman, the Man of Steel, not a pathetic farm boy from Smallville.”

The table was silent for a minute or two. Then Luthor laughed.

“Now as I was saying I am so impressed with your plan not only will I tell you where Superman’s Fortress of Solitude is, I will accompany on this mission.”

“Come with us? Uh-uh no way!”

“Hey Oli this is Lex-freaking-Luthor, the guy’s been Superman’s arch enemy since he was in grade school. Don’t you think we should-“

“Yeah Rex and he’s also been a supervillain since he was in grade school. No. It’s you and me Rex, no Lex.”

Luthor managed to look hurt. “I don’t suppose we could discuss this?”

“No.”

“Oli-“

“No.”

“Well then” Luthor took out a scrap of paper and put it on the table “here are the coordinates of the Fortress of Solitude. I wish you both the best of fortune in your quest and hope we meet again in a world without Superman.”

Oliver snatched and paper and pocked it. “Thanks Lex. Now get lost.”

***

“Oh did someone get the name of that comet…” Arisia groaned. She sat up and spat out a bit of rotting vegetation. “I guess it wasn’t Hal huh?”

“No, he must have been some local ruffian, how odd that he happened to have a yellow weapon. Perhaps that’s how he overcame Jordan and stole his ring. Do you feel OK?”

“Other than the supernova going off in brain, yeah, I feel fine. Now let’s scan again for Hal’s ring and…” Arisia looked at her finger in horror.

“You noticed huh.”

“But how? Who? Why?”

“Either that local ruffian is the luckiest sentient in the sector or he was more than he seemed.”

“But… but… without our power rings…”

“We’re stranded here on this primitive world.”

“But… but…” Arisia was still looking at her finger in shock.

“My big worry is that ruffian now has two of the most powerful weapons in the universe. At least we left our lanterns in orbit so he has no way to recharge them.”

“But… but…” Arisia continued to stare at her finger as if the ring would suddenly reappear.

“Arisia snap out of it. Our rings are gone. We need to alert Oa. You’re our Earth expert. I don’t suppose this backwater planet has a hyperwave station or a spaceport.”

“No… no interstellar communications or travel at all. But… that Justice League group, surely they would be able to contact Oa.”

“If we can contact them.”

“Well the first thing we need to do is get out of this alley.”

The two gorgeous women climbed to their feet and stumbled towards the street. Night had fallen while they were out and the streets of Gotham were shrouded in gloom. Katma pulled Arisia along by the arm. The girl looked older but she was still a very naïve, very star-struck young girl gaping at every strange sight. Despite the late hour the streets were still crowded, though not with the sort of people Katma wanted to meet. She caught snatches of their conversations as she passed.

“Smoke… dope… pills…”

“Hey girls how much for an hour?”

“Jesus is returning in his UFO!”

“Where’s my fucking money!”

Suddenly her way was blocked by a dark-skinned man in a long purple coat. He wore a matching hat with a colorful feather and carried a gold-capped cane.

“Whoa there red, I like the look. Exotic. What are you supposed to be?”

“I… I am a red-skinned Earthling. I am from Washington.” Katma answered.

“Yeah babe, that works, that works. Lemme tell you though, you’re wasting your talents. Whatever your daddy is paying you Sweet Sammy Sacramento can double it like that.” He snapped his fingers in her face.

“I’m sorry, we’re on an urgent mission for the Guardians of the Universe.”

“Oh you in one of them cults like Scientology? Gal that stuff is horseshit, come take a walk with Sweet Sammy Sacramento and I’ll show you a whole new way to get to heaven.”

“You mean you can help us get into space?” Arisia cut in hopefully.

“Gal when you ride the Sweet Sammy Sacramento rocket you’re blasting off into orbit!”

“Excellent! We have need of your Sweet Sammy Sacramento rocket so that we can rejoin our fellows.“ Arisia replied, overjoyed that they had already found someone who could help them.

Katma didn’t quite follow what the Earthling was saying but she knew she didn’t like the way he was looking down Arisia’s top at the golden globes within.

“I’m sorry we must be going!”

“But Katma-“

“Come along Arisia.” She yanked the young Lantern by her arm and dragged her away.

“You watch yourself sister! You watch yourself! No hos work this street unless they work for Sweet Sammy Sacramento! You hear me!”

But Katma was already halfway down the block.

“Katma why are we leaving? He said he can help us with his rocket.”

“Arisia…” Katma was about to explain but realized she did not want to be the one to teach certain facts of life to Arisia. Not here. Not now. Probably not ever. “I think we’re better off trying to contact that hero club you mentioned. What were they called again, the Jumpy Leaves?”

“Justice League!”

“Right!” On the corner Katma saw what she was looking for, a sign that read ‘telephone’, the information Arisia had placed in her brain told her it was the Earth word for a comlink booth. She pulled her golden-skinned companion inside the tiny booth and faced the metal box. Katma cleared her throat. “Telephone, we wish to communicate with the Justice League.”

Nothing happened.

“Telephone, please contact the Justice League.”

Nothing.

“Maybe we’re doing it wrong Katma. Let’s try and contact Hal’s friend Tom instead.”

“Good idea. Telephone, I order you to contact Hal’s friend Tom.”

The phone continued to sit there, inert.

“Now what?”

RAP-RAP-RAP

Someone was knocking on the booth’s door. Arisia and Katma turned but saw no one.

RAP-RAP-RAP

They looked lower. There was a man there, but he was shorter than any they had seen so far, just over 4 feet tall and almost as wide. With his beak-like nose, chubby hands and the odd glass lens over one eye he almost looked like a different species than the other Earthlings around.

“Waaagh-Waaagh! New in town I see! Cobblepot’s the name, perhaps you two lovely ladies are in need of some assistance?”

“Why yes, yes we are, we’re trying to contact the Justice League, or Hal’s friend Tom. Do you know them?”

“Arisia I don’t think we can-“

“Katma! He offered us his aid. I don’t know how things are on your world but on my world it would be rude to turn him down.”

Katma sighed heavily but let Arisia continue.

“Hal’s friend Tom you say… Can’t say I know him no. But the Justice League, them I do know. Especially a certain flying rodent.”

“You know them?”

“Intimately.”

“Great! We need to contact them so they can send a message to Oa, you see we’re Green Lanterns and we’re looking for Hal and we detected his ring but someone attacked us with a yellow club and yellow is of course our one weakness and when we woke up he’d taken our rings and that’s why we need to contact the Justice League to alert Oa!”

“Ah, I see, I see. Why don’t we discuss this in my vehicle.” Cobblepot gestured with his umbrella to a black stretch limo sitting at the curb.

“Arisia I don’t think this is a good idea…” Katma Tui said in interlac, assuming the Earthling wouldn’t understand her.

“Do you have a better one Katma?” Arisia replied in the same interstellar language. “He’s offering us transportation and communication with the only people on Earth who can help us!”

“We have a saying on my world, beware of Durans bearing gifts.”

“Well we have a saying on my world, any spaceport in a cosmic storm! Besides Katma, you’re the one who was talking about how primitive Earthlings are. Do you really think someone who doesn’t even know basic quantum mechanics can match wits with two Green Lanterns?”

Katma sighed knowing she was beaten. It’s not like she had any better ideas anyway. Switching to English she said “My friend and I would be honored to join you Mr. Cobblepot. My name is Katma and this is Arisia.”

“Welcome, welcome… please step into my car…”

***

“We must be ready!” Dr Mist cried to the assembled heroes and heroines of the Global Guardians. “Already this unknown foe has cut down the Teen Titans and the Outsiders, maybe the Justice League of America as well!”

Heroes and heroines from across the world nodded in grim agreement.

“Well he won’t find the Global Guardians such easy pickings!”

“Here! Here!” Jack O’Lantern shouted. Impala, Godiva and Bushmaster echoed his cry.

“Already Seraph and I have combined our powerful magics to fortify the Dome against any assault, and with powerhouses like the Olympian and Wild Huntsman on our side no one we will overcome any attack!”

“Let them come!” Thunderlord bellowed. Next to him Ice Maiden winced, his voice really was as loud as thunder. Green Flame looked at her with sympathy.

“Whatever happens, WE WILL BE READY!” Dr Mist finished.

“GLOBAL GUARDIANS FOREVER!” The team cried in unison.

But nothing happened.

No one attacked.

Because no one gives a damn about the Global Guardians.

***

“…and that’s how we know that ancient astronauts from Earth build the Great Pyramids of Thanagar.”

“Ah… yes…” Cobblepot muttered unconvincingly. He’d lost any hope of understanding what the golden-skinned blonde was babbling about, it was hard to focus with her tits half hanging out of that white bustier or those long golden legs slipping out of her miniskirt. “Waagh… fill your drink Arisia?”

“Mmm, yes please, what did you say this beverage was called again?”

“Caipirinhas, they’re from Brazil.”

“Oh Brazil! I heard all the Earth women in Brazil have golden skin, that’s why I’m going to tell everyone I’m from Brazil so they don’t suspect I’m an alien from space. Cause it’s a secret!”

“Of course my dear, let me freshen your drink.”

“Mmm, this is so good, it’s mostly disacchrides right?

“Eh?”

“Um, what’s the Earth word… sugar! It’s sugar right?”

“Yes, yes quite right, and a bit of rum for flavor.”

“Katma you have to try this! It’s really good!”

Katma Tui looked up wearily, she could barely keep her eyes open much less focus on the Earthling talk. A workaholic she’d been on patrol for weeks neither sleeping nor eating but relying on her ring to take care of those biological necessities. Without it weeks of abuse were catching up with her. “J-jus let me scan it and-“ She held up her finger and sighed. “Maybe later OK Arisia?”

“Mm, I hope I don’t drink it all!” She giggled. She turned to their host. “Oh Mr. Cobblepot did I tell you how ancient Earthling astronauts from Easter Island carved the great heads in the Asteroid Archipelago?”

“Waugh, perhaps later my dear, I see we’ve arrived at my humble home.”

The limo pulled into a grand mansion set on several acres of land. The sun was just starting to appear over the horizon illuminating the great house and its ground in golden light.

“Wow, is all this yours?”

“Indeed yes my dear, it used to belong to Chester Morganbilt before his unfortunate erm… bumpershoot-related accident. I picked it up for a song. They say it’s the second biggest mansion in Gotham, after Wayne Manor of course.”

“Wayne what?”

“Waugh, never you mind my dear. Come, let’s get the two of your inside…”

***

And meanwhile in Stately Wayne Manor that noble house’s newest resident was getting ready for a long day’s sleep!

Barbara Gordon pulled back her cowl and shook her long red hair. She pulled off her yellow gloves and dropped them on the unmade poster bed. She scowled at the wrinkled sheets but Jason never did any laundry, she didn’t have time and with Alfred gone…

Alfred… and Bruce… and Dick… she noted. She sat down and unzipped her yellow boots stepping out of them and wiggling her toes. Next she unhooked indigo the cape and cowl from her grey bodysuit and tossed them on the bed. She unbuckled her yellow utility belt and put it aside. She was running low on smoke bombs, she’d have to restock it later. She sighed again and slowly rose to her feet. Everything hurt.

Tonight had been rough. She wondered if she was unlucky or just rusty after a few years of semiretirement. Tonight she’d taken on a group of muggers, just four or five, nothing really. But somehow her timing was off. She missed two easy kicks and then slipped on a puddle. The thugs didn’t miss a chance, they started kicking her and stomping, she couldn’t even get to the flash bombs on her utility belt. If Batman hadn’t saved her…

Batman.

That’s what he was calling himself now. Little Jason Todd, barely old enough to shave had managed to shorten one of Bruce’s costumes and now was running around calling himself Batman.

And he’d saved her.

For a second there she’d almost forgotten who he was, almost believed he was Batman.

For a second.

She reached behind and unzipped her grey bodysuit and peeled it off her body.

“Ow” she let out as it peeled away from some bruises. Her whole body ached.

She reached behind and unhooked her bra then pulled off her panties. She stretched and touched her toes then rose and headed for the shower, she could already feel the warm water washing over her.

She pulled back the shower curtain, there was a grinning face behind.

“Oh Babs, didn’t Bruce tell you to never let your guard down?”

The dart shot into her stomach and she knew nothing more.

***

“Now then, why I don’t leave you two to freshen up, you’ll find there’s a waugh, wash room behind that door and I had them put out some fruit for you.”

“Thank you Mr. Cobblepot! You’ve been so kind, I just wish I could do something to repay you!”

“Oh don’t worry about that my dear Arisia, I’m sure I’ll think of something for both of you to do.”

Oswald Cobblepot let the two alien women into a luxurious bedroom and closed the door behind him finally giving them some privacy. Katma turned to her companion urgently. “Arisia, please tell me, on Earth are the uh, facilities normal for humanoids?”

“Facilities?”

“You know, facilities for uh washing and uh… waste disposal.”

“Oh! Yeah, Earthlings are like within 98% of standard humanoids except for the tiny ears and strange skin color.”

“Thank the Guardians! I’ve been holding it for an hour!” Katma ran through the bathroom door and shut it. Only to reemerge a few seconds later.

“Katma? What’s wrong?”

Katma pulled at her Green Lantern uniform. The green, black and white body suit covered her from her feet to her neck and was as tight as body paint. She always materialized it or made it vanish with her ring. It had no seam or zipper.

Arisia understood at once.

“Oh… Did you try pulling it down?”

Katma pulled again at the neck but the tough material only stretched an inch. The red-skinned woman was in visible pain trying to hold it in. Arisia looked around and saw a small knife with the fruit bowl. “Let me try this!” She picked it up.

“What? No! Don’t cut it!”

“But there’s no other way to get it off, I mean you can’t just stay in it, what if you… y’know go?”

“But… but…” She crossed and uncrossed her legs. “Fine! Do it fast!”

Arisia moved behind her friend and pulled up Katma’s long dark hair. She started to cut down the back of the costume, careful not to touch Katma’s red skin. The material was tough but she slowly made progress finally reaching Katma’s waist. The older woman jumped up and ran, pulling the costume down off her hips. She didn’t wear anything under it, her breasts bounced and wobbled with each panicked step. She slammed the door and seconds later the sound of blessed relief came from the bathroom.

Soon Katma emerged, still naked, but looking very relieved. “Arisia listen we have to be careful here, we really don’t know the whole situation. I don’t know about you but I don’t trust this Cobblepot person.”

“Like duh! I’m not a dumb kid! But hey, a little while ago we were lying in garbage and now we’ve got food and a bathroom and a bed and we’re in a palace! Not bad huh?”

“Yes but-“

“But what? Would you rather we leave so you can walk around the Earth streets naked? Yes we have to keep an eye on Cobblepot but let’s wait until we have something worry about huh? Until now he’d been a perfect gentleman.”

“Fine, fine…” Katma said, too exhausted to argue with her fellow Lantern. “I’m going to get some sleep, we’ll figure out our next move tomorrow.” She pulled back the sheets and climbed into the bed. Next to her Arisia undid the belt on her dark green miniskirt and dropped it, unlike Katma she’d made sure her outfit had zippers and fasteners. She pulled off the white gloves and her go-go boots. The white bustier followed them to the floor.

“Wow.”

“Huh?” Katma said groggily.

Arisia cupped her new breasts and tweeked her nipples. “It’s just, they’re so big.”

“Oh… yeah… I guess they are.”

“Are they bigger than yours? I think they are.”

“I really can’t tell right now.”

“Well feel them, do they feel right, I mean they’re not too firm are they?”

“Arisia, I really need some sleep now.”

“Do you think Hal will like them? I studied Earth transmissions and based them on some of their most important women like Loni Anderson and Dolly Parton.”

“Arisia…”

“Sorry, sorry! I’ll go to sleep now.” Wearing only her green panties she slipped into bed alongside Katma.

“Arisia?”

“Well you don’t see any other beds in her do you?”

“I guess…”

Arisia snuggled close to the red-skinned Lantern and draped one long leg over Katma’s body. She put a hand on one of Katma’s breasts and gave it a little squeeze. “I’m glad we’re here together Katma.”

“Uh thanks Arisia” she said. Silently she wondered why, if she had to be stranded on a primitive world it had to be with this annoying teen.

Soon the two beautiful alien woman slipped into a deep sleep.

***

Downstairs Oswald Cobblepot smiled and watched the scene again in slow motion. The room was wired of course, a dozen cameras caught everything that happened. He’d used it before to lure in Gotham’s elites and make the most professional blackmail tapes around. But for these two he had a different plan. It was time the Iceberg Lounge had something new… something exotic.

“You called for me Mr. Cobblepot?” And Oriental woman in a skimpy red kimono interrupted his plotting.

“Waugh! Just in time my dear Cunt-Tana, you’re just in time to, waugh, polish my sword, yes, yes.”

Cunt-Tana, the former heroine once called Katana obediently sank to her knees and opened the Penguin’s fly. She wrapped her lips around his stiff member and began to stroke it with her tongue. The Penguin smiled, that Cal guy, whoever he was, was the best thing that had ever happened to him.

***

“Good morning Babs!”

Batgirl’s eyes fluttered open. She was back on the bed, still naked, lying on her discarded costume. She realized she didn’t hurt any more, in fact she felt sort of good. Relaxed. But everything was a bit fuzzy, distant.

Jason, in his fake Batman costume, stood over her.

“Awake? Well as awake as you’re gonna get right?”

“Wha?” Batgirl tried to move her arms and legs but they barely shifted.

“Fucks you up huh? That drug? Can’t move, can’t think right, all you can do is lie there.”

“Wha…” Batgirl managed to croak, she could hear Jason talking but her brain couldn’t put the words together.

“Y’know the best part, it fucks with your head too. Once you wake up you won’t even remember anything. Anything at all.” He took off a blue glove and touched her breast with his bare hand lightly stroking it. “No matter what I do to you.” He raised the hand and slapped her breast hard leaving a bright red mark.

“AH!” Batgirl cried her body jerked from the pain.

“But don’t worry Bat Babe” Jason lightly caressed her face “I won’t hurt you. We’re just going to have some fun.”

He moved his hand between her legs. “Lots of fun.”

Barbara moaned as he pulled her lean legs apart. He loosened his blue trunks and dropped his trousers. He rubbed her pussy again feeling the growing warmth and moisture. The drugged girl moaned again.

He teased her, slipping in the tip of his finger and wiggling it around. He rubbed her clit just until she started to stir then pulled back. Batgirl’s hips bucked a few times looking for satisfaction.

“Atta girl. That’s right. Get wet for Batman, moan for Batman, cause now I’m Batman and I’m gonna take what I want!”

He stepped between her long legs and took out his hard dick. He rubbed her patch of downy red hair, put his hands on her hips and thrust in.

Batgirl’s eyes went wide. Her red lips formed a perfect ‘O’ of surprise and her back arched like a bow. Jason Todd laughed and thrust in and out as quickly as he could. The drugged girl started to pant and moan softly. “Oh Bruce, Bruce…”

Todd frowned. He stopped.

“Bruce? BRUCE! Bruce is dead bitch! I’m Batman now! Me!”

His right hand rose and he slapped her breasts, then slapped them again with his left hand. He could feel his erection dying. He pulled up his pants and stormed out.

“Bitch! You damn bitch! I’m gonna make you beg for it!” he cried as he slammed the door.

“Bruce…” Batgirl moaned again. As if of its own violation her hand slipped between her legs and began to rub. “Mmm, Bruce…” She said slipping back into a content stupor.

***

Wonder Girl stomped into Superman’s new throne room and dumped Supergirl on the floor in front of Wonder Woman’s hanging cage. The former Maid of Might collapsed like a rag doll, a thin ribbon of drool from her green lips the only sign of life from the sickly looking blonde.

“You can keep this idiot company for a while!” Wonder Woman’s younger sister announced, turned on her heel and stormed out.

“Kara? Kara can you hear me?” Wonder Woman cried out. Miserable she kicked at the bars of her cage but it was no use. Her hands were still tied behind her back with her own lasso, and as long as she was bound by a man she had no more strength than an ordinary woman. As Wonder Woman she could have ripped the cage apart with contemptuous ease but as Superman’s bound sex toy she could do nothing but watch her friend lie limp on the floor slowly dying of kryptonite poisoning.

“Need some help there?” Starfire called out from the doorway. The golden-skinned alien princess grinned at the two stricken heroines.

“Starfire! Listen to me, I don’t know what Superman did to make you his…” She hesitated searching for the right word.

“Slave girl? Oh it was pretty easy, he gave me a choice, the same choice my own sister gave me years ago, serve him or my world dies.”

“Oh.” Was Wonder Woman’s only reply.

Starfire knelt next to Supergirl’s prone body. She showed Wonder Woman a handful of green stones in her hand. “Of course that threat would go away if someone had the power to stop Superman. Someone like his cousin.” She pried the small bits of kryptonite from Supergirl’s necklace and earings and replaced them with the green stones. “Fake kryptonite from one of his exhibits.” She explained. If the replacement helped Supergirl she made no sign, perhaps it was already too late, perhaps she was already too far gone.

“Thank Hera! Now quickly untie me and-“

“And we’ll both be back in chains with an hour. This is Superman we’re talking about, he would find us anywhere we hid. I’m only trying this because he’s in space and can’t hear us, and because it looks like Supergirl here doesn’t have that much time left.”

“Oh, yes you’re right but maybe you could untie me and then retie me! If a woman binds me I won’t lose my strength!”

Starfire frowned and rose to her feet. She reached for the end of the lasso, dangling from Wonder Woman’s cage. “Not a bad idea Diana, except for one thing, your lasso makes you tell the truth. I can’t risk Superman finding out. I mean it’s my world. If he spots the fake kryptonite I can always put suspicion on Halo or Wonder Girl, but you’d blab the truth.”

“But then what-“

Starfire pulled the lasso, her delicate hands showing surprising strength. Wonder Woman could already feel the lasso’s power. “You’re going to go to sleep Diana, and when you wake up you’ll forget the last ten minutes, as far as you know I’m Superman’s obedient servant and Supergirl still has real kryptonite.”

Wonder Woman’s eyes grew heavy, her last thought as she passed out was one of thanks.

***

“That’s it, arch your back a bit more, and put your hands behind you.”

Arisia complied, making her breasts stick out a bit more. She smiled at the camera. The day was a bit brisk and her nipples were clearly visible through her white bikini top. “Like this?” She asked.

“Perfect!”

“Arisia!” Katma Tui called from the house. “What are you doing?”

Arisia posed again by the pool and the photographer clicked away.

“Oh hi Katma! Mr. Cobblepot said he needed to take some pictures. Come out, we can take some together!”

“I… um… could you come here maybe?” She said still standing in the shadows of the doorway.

Arisia shrugged and trotted over. She was wearing a strapless white bikini with only a thin band of cloth holding her new breasts in place. They bounced with each step making the young heroine giggle. She found her older comrade huddled in the shadows with a sheet from the bed draped over her.

“Arisia! I can’t go out wearing this!” She pointed at the skimpy green bikini she wore under the sheet, nearly all of her red skin was on display.

“What’s the matter Katma, scared?” Arisia giggled.

Katma Tui just scowled.

“Sorry, sorry. Look Mr. Cobblepot said all the women in his house wear these, see?” Arisia gestured to the dozen gorgeous women lying around the pool, all dressed in skimpy bikinis, a few were topless. “I think it’s an Earth tradition or something.”

“And where is he now?”

“Oh he said he had some business and would be back soon. You were still asleep we let you get some rest. Now come on, you’re not going to spend the whole day hiding in the house are you?”

Katma Tui, still scowling dropped the sheet and with feigned confidence walked out into the afternoon sun. Everyone froze as the crimson beauty walked out. “Wow!” One of the bikini girls cried out. “Where are you from?”

“I…” Katma strained to remember what Arisia had told her. “I’m from Washington.”

The girl looked her for a second puzzled and then started to laugh. The others joined in. “A Washington redskin? That’s awesome! Great gimmick too. But it must have taken you forever to do your skin though.”

“Um, yes, yes it did.”

“Come on Katma, let’s take some pictures together!”

The photographer pointed to a spot by the pool. “Right there, now put your arms around her, that’s right.” He started to click.

“Arisia, how exactly is this supposed to help us?”

“Oh Mr. Cobblepot says he needs the pictures so the Justice League can tell we’re real Green Lanterns and come help us.”

“But what will these prove?”

Arisia shrugged. “I dunno. I guess they have like files or something they can check.”

“Beautiful girls! Now I want you to face each other, push your chests together and take off your tops.”

Arisia pulled the unwilling Katma close to her. She undid her top and tossed it away and then reached for Katma’s.

“Wait, how can this possibly-“

“Calm down Katma, you’re acting like some scared little Imskian! I swear you’d shrink down to a micron if you could.”

“I’m not scared! I just… oh fine!” She undid her top, carefully keeping her breasts pressed against Arisia’s to preserve some shred of modesty. “Arisia when this is over we need to talk about how a Green Lantern behaves!” She whispered in interlac.

“Well that’s the thing Katma.” Arisia replied. “We’re not Green Lanterns, not now. No power rings, no lanterns, no uniforms, just two gorgeous women on a primitive world. I’m sure this Justice League or the Guardians or someone will come save us but for now do you want to spend your time being miserable and sulking or do you want to relax and enjoy it?”

“Hey what’s that you’re talking French or something?” The photographer asked.

“It’s uh, Brazilian! I’m from Brazil! And she’s from Washington!” Arisia yelled back.

“Ah my dears, having a good time I trust!” Oswald Cobblepot said as he arrived by the pool.

“Mr Cobblepot!” Arisia yelled. She let go of Katma and, still topless, jogged up to the diminutive crime lord. Katma hissed and covered her breasts with one hand while groping for her top with the other. Arisia threw her arms around Oswald and kissed his cheek. “Thank you for everything! Katma and I were just taking some pictures together.”

“Yes, Arisia said you needed some pictures to show the Justice League.” Katma added. “Have you contacted them yet?” She asked letting a bit of impatience creep into her tone.

“Eh? Oh yes, yes, waugh-waugh. But you know how it is, messages and phone tag and secretaries and red tape. But rest assured my people called their people and we’ll set up a meeting as soon as we can. But in the meantime you two should relax and stay here as my guests!”

“Oh wow! Thank you Mr. Cobblepot-“ Arisia began.

“Please my dear, call me Oswald.”

“-but I feel guilty just using your house and your pool and your- what did you call these?”

“Bikinis my dear, they’re called bikinis.” After her growth spurt Arisia’s breasts were eye-level for the Penguin. He couldn’t take his eyes off those golden orbs capped with tiny brown nipples. He was almost drooling. “And believe me, you look much better in them than I would waugh, waugh…”

“But still there must be something we can do to repay you for all you’ve done.”

The Penguin smiled at that. Was this girl really that naïve? Or did she know exactly what she was saying? Not that it mattered to him, either way he’d get what he wanted. “Now that you mention it my dear there might be something, tell me do you know how to dance?”

“Dance? What do you mean?”

“Waugh, well it so happens I own a little-hey what’s with your friend?”

Katama was swaying dangerously, no longer even trying to cover her breasts; she stumbled backwards and fell with a splash into the pool.

***

Miles above them Superman netted the two Green Lantern power batteries in a yellow shopping bag. He’d already retrieved Hal’s from Coast City.

Three power batteries and three power rings.

The most powerful weapons in the universe, all his.

Now he had some bargaining chips to deal with Hal’s dress-wearing bosses.

***

“Oh… did someone get the number of that space hauler…” Katma Tui moaned slipping back into the galactic standard language interlac.

“Hey there sleepy head! You had me worried for a minute!”

Katma was back in the room she shared with Arisia, lying on the bed. She was still wet and still topless. She covered her breasts and sat up.

“C-can you please get me something to wear!”

“Sure, sure, I grabbed your top while Mr. Cobblepot’s men were carrying you up. Are you OK?” She tossed Katma the green top and the alien woman quickly put it on, grateful for even the tiny bit of modesty it afforded her.

“I don’t know… I’m so tired. You don’t think it’s some Earth disease do you? Without our rings to screen out viruses we could be vulnerable to anything.”

Arisia shrugged. “Who knows? I’m sure Mr. Cobblepot could get a doctor to check you out.”

“No, no Earth doctors! I hear they cut up people with knives!”

“OK I guess. Maybe it’s just stress? I mean really you have to relax more, we’re Green Lanterns! Totally without fear remember? But out there you were trembling like that camera was a Psion death ray.”

“I’m not afraid! I’m not! I’m just not used to people, men, seeing me, my body. We don’t dress like that on my home world.”

“So this is the first time a man has seen your br-“

“Yes! On my world women don’t carry on like some slave girls from Tamaran! We mate once, for life.”

“Oh I didn’t know. But wait you’re old, I mean you’ve gotta be at least 30 cycles right?”

“26.” Katma scowled back at the teenager.

“Close enough, you have to have a mate by now.”

“I… I did.”

“So didn’t he see your br-“

“No. I broke it off. My betrothed, my chosen mate, the man I was supposed to spend the rest of my life with. I broke it off.”

“Oh. How come?”

“Hal Jordan.”

“Huh?”

“We were betrothed, we were planning the wedding and after that I’d quit, give up the Green Lantern Corps, and devote myself to my husband.”

“Wait you had to quit being a Lantern to get married? But that’s stupid!”

“It’s my world. It’s how we do things. But then Jordan came along with his fancy talk of duty and honor and convinced me to stay in the corps and cancel the wedding.”

“Oh.”

“It was even worse for my fiancé, he can never marry either and he didn’t even get a power ring out of the deal. Then later I find out the high and mighty Hal Jordan is the biggest slacker in the Corps, he barely patrols his own sector, and on his world, this world, he’s apparently mating with his own boss and a dozen other Earth girls.”

“Oh.” Arisia frowned at that news.

“So to answer your question, no, no man ever saw my breasts before today. Before you decided it would be fun to let a strange Earth man photograph them. So you’ll excuse me if I’m a little angry.”

“Katma I’m sorry! I didn’t know! You should have said something!”

“Arisia just drop it I’m still tired, I need to rest.” Katma laid back down and rolled on her side. Arisia shrugged and climbed in next to her. Katma could feel the elven girl’s hand on her breast, her chin on her shoulder.

“Uh Arisia?”

“Yeah?”

“Maybe you could take a nap in the chair instead?”

“Oh, OK. Actually I’m not that tired now, mind if I go downstairs, I’ve gotta get ready for tonight.”

“Sure, sure… go…” Katma said through a yawn.

“OK, see you later!”

“Say what’s tonight…” Katma muttered but the door was already closing. Alone, she shut her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

***

Back in his lair, Luthor laughed and laughed finally calming down enough to activate his computer. “Einstein! Make a note in the logs. Apparently the alien doesn’t just lie to the gullible public and his would-be girlfriend Miss Lane. Even his Justice League ‘peers’ think he has a secret identity.”

He chuckled again at the thought. As if anyone with Superman’s power would hide his light and masquerade as a mere mortal. Why it was as laughable as expecting Lex Luthor to become a legitimate businessman!

Yet the alien insisted on making people think he had a secret identity, even framing that poor fool Kent as the most likely suspect.

Luthor wondered why he did that? Misdirection? A cruel jest? Or was it some comforting lie to make the mortals think he aspired to be like them? No matter. Luthor was sure he would beat the truth out the alien someday. Maybe someday soon.

But first he needed to see how his latest dupes were doing. He tuned in his omniwave radio.

***

“Hello Penguin.”

“WAUGH! Mr. Clark! You almost gave me a heart attack!” The Penguin warily eyed the bearded foul-smelling intruder. He thought of asking how he’d gotten in but thought the better of it. Something told the portly crime lord he didn’t want to ask too many questions about his new business partner.

“Just checking in on my little project here. How are my gals?”

“Heh, gotta say I don’t know where you get these girls but wow. A little work and they’ll make me a mint, we were taking some pictures at the pool and we practically had to hose off that little pixie-cut girl. The red one, she’s not as into it but she’ll come around if she knows what good for her.”

“Really, good news. Now if you don’t mind I’ll be needing those pictures.”

The Penguin patted his breast pocket filled with an envelope of photos and negatives. “Sure, I’ll have my boy make some more prints and you can pick them up tomorrow.”

“Don’t bother.”

There was a rush of air, the Penguin was shoved back a step or two and now the envelope in Mr. Clark’s hand. He never even saw the bearded man get out of his seat. “Keep these” he tossed the negatives as the Penguin “I just need the photos for a little meeting.”

“S-sure, sure thing anytime.

***

Miles away a unique rocket streaked north from Metropolis towards the Arctic Circle.

Oliver Queen sat nervously in the cockpit. “OK Rex, just so I get it, you turned your body into an airplane.”

“Yup.” Came a voice from the console in front of him.

“But airplanes need fuel and engines and stuff, can you really turn into all that?”

“It took a lot of practice but yeah, I just keep producing methane gas and igniting it with a bit of phosphorous.”

“Wait, you’re saying we’re flying by lighting farts?”

“Pretty much!”

The both laughed.

“So we still on course?”

Oli glanced at the map. “According to thing we are. Should be another hour or two.”

“You sure you’re up for this Oli, I mean, y’know.”

Green Arrow was back in his costume, complete with bow and quiver of trick arrows. He looked like his old self except for one key detail. He patted the stump of his right arm. “What you mean this scratch? It’s nothing. I’ll just draw my bow with my teeth.”

The two flew along in silence for a while.

“You know this is a suicide mission right?” Rex finally asked.

Green Arrow shrugged. “Let me tell you something Rex, where there’s life there’s hope. Yeah it’s you and me against a guy who can smash planets but hey, he doesn’t even know to look for us, he thinks we’re dead.”

“Yeah but-“

“And y’know everybody’s got to go sometime. And fighting a desperate battle against the most powerful man on Earth, that strikes me as a fine way to go.”

“Hey when you put it that way why not? Heck if we make it maybe I can get a special thank you from Starfire huh?”

Green Arrow patted his stump again. “I dunno, she may have let me go but I’ve still got a score to settle with her. Tell you what, you can free Wonder Girl and see how appreciative she is.”

“Deal!” Rex laughed.

“Course all this is academic unless we win…”

***

“Say...” Katma Tui asked as she finished her third vodka tonic. “Wha… what’s the oxygen content in your planet’s atmosphere?”

The Penguin looked askance at her. “I uh, I don’t know.” He pointed to one of his minions and yelled “You there! What’s the oxygen content of Earth’s atmosphere?”

The goon shrugged.

“Well go find an encyclopedia and look it up!”

“Uh, yeah boss, OK boss.”

“Now then my dear, you were saying?”

Katma tried to focus her thoughts, the room was fuzzy. Loud music was playing, it was dark and everyone was holding these burning weeds wrapped in paper. Her eyes stung. She took another drink, that was the only thing that seemed to make her feel better. “I… think there might be less oxygen than my world… but more than Arisia’s… Might be why I’m so tired… so…” The room was starting to spin, she rested her head on the Penguin’s shoulder and held on to his arm. She was wearing a dark green dress, it was very tight and very small. She felt like she’d fall out of it any minute what with the room spinning so much. “Where is she anyway? Where’s Arisia?”

“Oh she should be starting any minute now.”

“Starting? Starting what?”

“Oh while you were resting she made a very generous offer to help pay for your waugh, expenses, waugh. Ah, I think she’s starting now!”

The room grew even dimmer and spotlights illuminated a small stage in the front of the room. Even louder music started. Katma winced.

The curtains parted and out came Arisia!

The teen champion of the Green Lantern Crops stepped out wearing what Katma imagined was some local outfit. I wasn’t that dissimilar to the costume Arisia had created for herself, consisting of a green plaid miniskirt, a loose white top and two black shoes covering pure white socks that clung to her calves like a second skin. Katma wondered what the clothes signified.

Music started, but it was music unlike anything Katma had ever heard. Loud and raucous with a heavy drum beat that seemed to vibrate through her chest.

On stage Arisa started to strut.

She advanced to the edge of the stage, smiled coyly at the audience and pulled at her shirt. It parted down the middle, tiny buttons flying into the darkness. Beneath the white cloth there was only a small white lacy garment supporting her newly-developed golden breasts.

“No! Arisia what are you-“ Katma rose halfway to her feet but the Penguin’s hand on her should pulled the dizzy woman back down with a heavy thud.

“Now, now, waugh, you don’t want to disturb the poor girl, it is her first night after all.”

If Arisia heard anything she made no sign standing in the spotlight shaking her hips and making the pleated plaid skirt rise and fall. The audience shouted in appreciation as it caught glimpses of the lacy panties underneath.

“I know what you’re thinking, the naughty school girl is kind of a cliché but it is her first night. I had to work with what I had on hand. Maybe next week I can work up some kind of Tinkerbell costume for the little lady, waugh-waugh. She can play with my wand any night!”

He slapped Katma on the back. The drunk and exhausted woman slumped lifeless to the tabletop. The Penguin laughed and called over one of his men. “Why don’t you take her up to my office, I’ll be up shortly to waugh-waugh get better acquainted.”

The thug nodded and pulled the red-skinned woman to her feet taking her in a fireman-carry through and ‘employees only’ door. The Penguin gestured for two of his girls to keep him company while he watched the rest of the show. The waitresses were dressed in white lacy corsets, brief black skirts short enough to expose their butt cheeks and a bit of black panty and black fishnets. The Penguin had designed the outfits himself. One sat next to him and ran her fingers along his neck while kissing his cheek. The other girl dropped her knees and wiggled under the table. The Penguin heard his fly come down and felt the soft kiss of her lips on his already hard member.

Meanwhile on stage Arisa faced the audience and played with her skirt some more raising and lowering it, flashing her pure white panties. For the fearless teen this was wonderful! All these man paying attention to her, cheering for her, lusting for her! It was even better than being a Green Lantern, no one was questioning her age or wondering if she was right for the job. They loved her for who she was, not for some dumb ring!

She snapped her hips right and her skirt ‘accidentally’ came off. She tossed it to the audience and they roared approval. Arisia was now only wearing her thin lacy bra, a pair of innocent white panties and of course her knee-high socks. She just wished Hal was here to see her! She was sure he’d fall for her then!

She turned her back and wiggled her butt the way Mr. Cobblepot showed her. She reached behind and unclipped her bra letting it fall to the floor. She turned towards the crowd and gave them a shy smile, as if asking ‘how did that happen?’ Then she spun on one foot and gave them the full view. They went wild.

In the corner the Penguin put his hand on the waitress’ forehead. “I think that’s enough, I’ll be needing my waugh-waugh energy soon enough.”

Arisia bowed and headed backstage, she was overjoyed. She wondered what Katma thought of her little dance, she had no idea the red-skinned woman was so uptight. Of course she would never think about doing something like this but as far as she could tell it was normal on Earth. She’d carefully monitored video signals like Porky’s, Hardbodies and Revenge of the Nerds and from what she could tell Earth women spent as much time with their shirts off as with them on. So really this was just part of getting to know the planet right?

***

Katma lay dizzily on a couch in the Penguin’s office. Her vision was still swimming, she felt exhausted, even a battle with the Weaponeers of Qward didn’t tire her out this much.

In her nearly oblivious state Katma had no way of knowing how she looked. She was sprawled on the sofa, one leg bent and upright, the other falling off the cough and touching the floor. The legs formed an inviting V pointed right at her nether regions. The already short dress had ridden up a few inches and gave a clear view of the black lace panties the Penguin had given her. Up top the tight green dress had slid a bit lower almost to the edge of her crimson nipples. Her black hair was matted to her head with sweat, and she was moaning and writhing in obvious discomfort.

That was the scene which greeted the Penguin as he stepped inside. He smiled and unzipped his tuxedo pants. After watching Arisia’s performance his member was already hard and hot. And the panting red-skinned alien in front of him was in position to put up a fight. He put his chubby fingers around Katma’s ankles and pulled them a bit further apart. The woman moaned slightly but her eyes remained shut. He shifted himself closer and peeled up her skirt a bit. He was pleased to see that despite the scarlet skin Katma Tui was built just like any other girl he’d lured in here. Even her curly dark tuft of hair looked invitingly familiar. He licked his fingers and slipped them between her legs, first cupping her sex then slowly massaging it. Katma moaned restlessly.

The Penguin loved this moment of vulnerability, the point where a drunk or drugged woman was just becoming aware of what was happening but only felt the pleasure of it, not the shock, fear or anger. This was the moment to strike and take her, knowing that this brief moment of pleasure would fill his victim with shame and doubt for years. With that happy thought he pushed his way in pausing as he encountered resistance.

“A virgin? Well, well, looks like you space bimbos are built the same way… waugh-waugh.”

He pushed harder and felt warm blood against his dick as he pierced the alien heroine’s maidenhead.

His cry of triumph brought the groggy woman back to consciousness, her eyes snapped fully open and she took in where she was, what was going on.

“No! No!”

“Yes, yes my crimson cutie, you’ve been waugh-waugh holding back a bit too long me thinks, time you became a real woman.”

“No! You can’t! Not like this! Not an Earthling!”

“Heh racist too? We Earth men aren’t good enough for you? Well you’ll learn to like us star whore, you’ll learn to love us waugh-waugh!” With that he ploughed deeper into Katma’s cunt and filled it with his foul seed.

Katma sobbed a few times and muttered in interlac “It can’t be, this Earthling can’t be my life mate…”

***

Superman flew into orbit and reached into the yellow shopping bag in hand. He pulled out the two small green rings and slipped them onto his fat pinky, they barely fit. He pulled out one of the two batteries and waved his finger around in it.

In darkest space,

Or brightest sun,

Hurry up and charge

Let’s get this done

Slowly they began to glow with their own power. They suddenly jerked as if trying to escape his finger but Superman simply closed his fist and the rings were powerless to escape.

“Come on you little midgets, I know you can hear me.”

As if on cue a green apparition formed in front of him.

“Lantern 2815! Lantern 1417! Why have you not- Wait. You are not Lantern 2815 or Lantern 1417!”

“Yup. Got it in one guess. No wonder they made you the Guardians of the Whole Damn Universe.”

“You are Kal-El of Krypton.”

“Ooo, you noticed that too. You are sharp.”

“Where are our agents? Why do you wear their rings? And where is Lantern 2814, Hal Jordan of Earth?”

“So many questions! You are a demanding bunch, no wonder Hal was always bitching about you.”

“Do not try my patience or-“

“Or what? What? What are you gonna do? You want to know what happened to your agents? I’ll tell you. Jordan’s a streak of ash in the upper atmosphere. Those bimbos you sent looking for him are in the hands of the nastiest, vilest pervert I could find. He’s probably whoring them out by now. Yeah, two Green Lanterns. All their power and I took them out like that.” Superman snapped his fingers. “That answer your questions? Does that tell you how worthless you Guardians and your Green Lantern Corps are?”

“You… you will surrender their rings and report to Oa for trial or-“

“Or what? Seriously, or else what? You’ll send more idiots with rings here so I can take them out with a banana cream pie or a #2 pencil or something?”

“I…” The Guardian was at a loss for words.

“Let me tell you how it’s going to be. I’ll give you back these 2 rings and lanterns. Don’t need them, don’t want them.”

“You must release our agents and-“

“I don’t gotta do nothing. You’re gonna be happy to get their rings and you’re gonna swear never to interfere with me or…”

“Yes?”

Superman held up the first picture, it was a fairly innocuous one of Arisia posing in her white bikini. “Or I start transmitting these…” He held up another of Arisia and Katma pressing their topless bodies together. Then one of a bare-breasted Arisia running, her young maidenly breasts bouncing merrily. “…on the hypernet. These and video, and holograms and everything. Imagine some Khund warlord or Franham space pirate jacking off to pictures of Green Lanterns being raped and humiliated. Heck, they might just come by Earth to sample to merchandise themselves. Won’t do the Corps reputation much good though.”

“You… you wouldn’t… The dignity of the Green Lantern Corps-“

“Is in your hands Guardian. I’ve got the broadcast all set up, live 24 hour Green Lantern porn, and if anything happens to me it goes out. Unless of course you take the deal. 2 rings and you never bother me again.”

“You must return the ring of Lantern 2814.”

“Nope, Jordan’s ring and battery stay with me, that’s my little back up in case I need some extra firepower. You’ll just have to make a new one for Jordan’s replacement. Deal?”

The Guardian was silent for some time.

“Y’know I can start that transmission now.”

Rage seemed to emanate from the Guardian’s image; a brief snarl crossed the normally impassive alien’s face. “Very well. We accept your terms. Return the batteries, do not transmit those images, and we will not interfere with events on Earth.”

Superman smiled and opened his hand. The rings flew off carrying the lanterns behind them. In seconds they’d vanished into hyperspace and were gone.

Superman shook his head. “Yellow, what a fucking stupid weakness.”

***

Katma Tui was drugged and passed out in his office. Oswald Cobblepot planned to spend a few days breaking in the woman to her new role before putting her out for clients. In the meantime he had some other fresh meat to sample.

The Penguin popped a small blue pill. It was a little something one of the big drug companies was working on but wouldn’t have out for a few years. Luckily one of his customers worked for them and got him a supply in exchange for lap dances on the house.

He knocked on the dressing room door. Arisia yanked it open.

“Mr. Cobblepot!” She took his cubby face in her hands and kissed the crime lord. “Thank you! That was so much fun! I never got to do anything like that back home! Did Katma see it? What did she say?”

The bubbly teen was dressed in a sheer white silk robe that she hadn’t bothered to tie shut. The Penguin tried not to be too distracted by the view.

“Waugh! Your little friend is having a bit of lie down now. Don’t worry, I took good care of her.”

“You’re so nice to us! We’re really lucky to have met you, y’know!”

“My pleasure my dear, truly the pleasure is all mine. Nothing I like more than, waugh, helping out a new girl in the big city.”

“I just wish, that, y’know, there was some way to thank you.” Arisia put the Penguin’s plump hand on her recently enhanced breast. “Can you think of anything at all?”

The Penguin pushed the door closed with his umbrella.

“Waugh, why don’t you join me on the couch and we’ll, waugh-waugh, see what arises.”

Arisia just giggled and let the portly pervert lead her to the couch. Until now this had all been fun and games, cutting loose on a primitive world knowing that no one back home, heck no one in her whole space sector would ever know. So why not?

Well that was about to change.

“You must be a bit tense waugh-waugh after that show you put on. Lie down on your stomach and let Uncle Penguin give you a nice massage.”

“Oh that feels nice.”

“Let me get this silly robe out of the way, after all it’s not like you’re shy my little golden pixie.” With that the thin while robe hit the floor. Arisia luxuriated in the feel of the Penguin’s massage. His fat fingers were surprisingly strong and she was tense after her dance. Massages, caipirinhas, bikinis, dancing, this world turned out to be a lot more fun than she’d hoped! Now she just had to find her dearest Hal to make this perfect. She closed her eyes and sighed imagining it was the greatest Green Lantern of them all massaging her.

Lost in her thoughts the young woman didn’t hear the Penguin’s zipper come down, or notice how low his hands had gotten, or hear him mutter about ‘these alien girls really are built the same’.

But she certainly felt what came next.

“AH! What are you doing!” She screamed as something thick, wet and warm pressed into her ass. She tried to rise but her shoulders were pinned by the Penguin’s hand on her back. She could feel his full weight on her ass thrusting down driving him in deeper and deeper like a hammer driving a nail.

“It hurts! Please Mr. Cobblepot it hurts!”

“Think you’re something special don’t you pixie, with your pointy ears and your golden skin. Well to Uncle Penguin you and your little friend are just two more cunts.”

Tears filled Arisia’s golden eyes she gasped for breath, the pain was incredible, she was sure she was being torn apart. “Please I’ll do anything you want! Just n-not this! It HURTS!”

“Oh goldilocks you’ll do anything I want including this. You two are all alone on this planet and you’re mine now.” The Penguin grunted like a pig and with one final thrust, and one final cry of pain from the struggling girl, fired his load into her tight, tight ass. Only then did he get off the weeping girl and let her breath.

“Well?!” He demanded.

“W-what do you want?”

He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head to his dick. “Lick it clean bitch.” When she opened her mouth to reply, he gave her head another yank and impaled her on his still stiff member. The hysterically sobbing girl tasted the Penguin’s cum and the harsh flavor of her own wastes. The Penguin jerked her head back and forth a few times until he squirted out a weak bit of cum and then let go. Arisia fell to the floor exhausted, humiliated and ashamed.

“You’re probably wondering why I didn’t fuck your cunt huh goldilocks. Well I already popped one cherry tonight and I figure an alien virgin’s gotta be worth something on the market. Oh you’re gonna be worth a lot to me.”

He gently took her chin in his hand and rubbed her hair. He helped the unresisting girl to her feet. Arisia’s golden eyes were dull with shock and pain. Then he shoved her towards the door and sent her stumbling. “Now get cleaned up, you’ve got another show to do!”

***

A unique jet landed in the snowy wastes of the Arctic circle coming to a stop in front of a large glacier. Squinting at it the passenger could just make out an enormous golden door. He jumped out and behind him the plane turned to gas, then reformed as the hero Metamorpho.

“Well Green Arrow, here are.”

“Yup.”

“Ready for this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

“Let me give you a lift up and we can-“

“Nah, I got it.” With a smooth motion the one-armed bowman pulled an arrow from his quiver, notched it, drew it with his teeth and shot off a thin line. He started climbing the icy wall.

“You coming Rex?”

Metamorpho laughed and followed in cloud form. Whatever happened, he was glad they were going out like heroes.

***

Satisfied with a job well done, Superman prepared to head back to the Arctic. But then he paused listening. Yes, there it was. A woman’s voice, one of the ones he’d been listening for the last few days. He finally heard it.

“Well, well, look who’s back from her vacation…”

He turned and headed west towards California.

A certain celebrity sorceress was back in town and Superman had some big plans for her.

Afterword

My writing is going slowly but stuff will still be coming out, just every few months. And yeah Stella and the Minx is coming, just I don’t know how much longer.

I’ve been looking forward to this one for a while, the first Green Lantern book I ever bought was the charming story of how Hal’s underage girlfriend (but she looks 18!) get mind controlled and abused by both Star Sapphire and Hector Hammond! It didn’t make me much of a Green Lantern fan but it really got me interested in Arisia! So this ran a bit long since I had to both properly introduce the characters (they’re just a bit obscure) and to give them their proper treatment.

I figure there are 5 or 6 more chapters in this series then I wrap it up. I know I want to do chapters for the Legion of Super Heroes, Mera (plus Dolphin and Aquagirl), Lois Lane and Mary Marvel. I’ll also give Batgirl and the Earth 2 heroines some more screen time. Anyone else I should include? Any requests for what should happen?

But first I’ll be checking in on DC’s second sexiest fishnet stocking wearer! Be here for Witchy Woman!

Marcus Lycus

May 2011