I don't own DC and I hate you Docno THIS IS YOUR FAULT
Orders, tired and sleepy after a night of deliveries and VERONICA got out of her car… rubbing her purple eyes she walked up to her house, and fidgeted with the keys in her purse. It was still dark but the sun would rise anytime now… she hesitated as the gloomy Gotham night soon broke… the sun rising in the east flickering in her eyes… which was impressive.
This was Gotham it never saw the sun.
It was so unusual she did a double take, and then, she noticed a rather flashily dressed man standing directly with his back to it… his clothes glittered like gold, wearing a bowler hat, jacket, and pants of glittering gold… but what was mildly distracting about him were the curly-toed shoes he wore as he strutted down the sidewalk, spinning his golden-topped cane in one hand… before stopping at the edge of Orders' property… holding the cane in both hands and SLAMMING it into the sidewalk. He was tall but looked to be overweight with a ponderous gut and thick arms and legs. He looked like he didn't do much exercise yet moved like he was 200 pounds lighter.
She sighed audibly and turned around. "…Yes?" she asked as his sunglasses hid his eyes and he gave her the smile of a snake oil salesman.
"Ahlan my good lady… May I come in?" Orders rolled her purple eyes, that was a STUPID question to ask in Gotham as it should always be 'no'. However, this was Orders, so-
"Fine. Come on in…" she declared, turning around and opening her door, entering the house as the man leaped over her gate landing deftly on his curly-toed shoes and skipping up the steps into the house. "I'm afraid I don't have any tea." The man removed his bowler without touching it, as it flew off his head and landed on a hatrack that seemed to suddenly appear there. "Or Sharbat." She added without looking at him, stopping him from speaking.
"…Pity." He declared disappointedly, "Very well all business then." She led him towards the living room, sitting in her armchair as he took the couch. Without the bowler his completely bald head glistened in the early morning light peaking through the windows… illuminating his pointed ears as he smiled, stroking his curling goatee. "…Greetings Oracle. I am-"
"The Lord of All Djinn." Orders said quickly, as he stared at her and smiled forlornly.
"Take the fun out of it… I even had a song and dance prepared."
"Don't call me Oracle." Orders replied, completely unsurprised and taking the wind out of the Lord of all Djinn's sails. The man took a deep breath, then sighed… nodding.
"…Yes. I was informed that you're all business. I can respect that…" he leaned back on the coach. "Do you remember-"
"Yes." Orders interrupted as the Lord of all Djinn sighed again.
"Would it kill you to let me finish, please?" he replied, there was a joking air about it… but there was also a hum, or aura in the air of clear annoyance surrounding them. Orders was unaffected, but she interlocked her fingers, sat back in her chair, and waited politely. He nodded gratefully and the odd magical energy in the air dissipated immediately "The Ifrit Bassaam has been condemned to a thousand years imprisonment in the bottle and hurled into the Sahara…"
"Sounds rather harsh." But the Lord of all Djinn waved his hand dismissively
"Please that Is a paltry sentence. A slap on the wrist as it were…" he then suddenly waved his hand and a fruity-smelling drink in a golden cup appeared on Orders' coffee table and he picked it up, having a sip. "I had to re-imprisoned him as he stole from me." The Lord of all Djinn… who we will now refer to as the LoaD, took a sip of his Sharbat and continued, "As your demon familiar returned him and the Jar of Plenty to me, I am… intrigued." He leaned forward, gazing into Orders' purple eyes and tilting down his sunglasses revealing bright golden eyes curiously staring at her. "…How can a woman such as yourself, a woman with a reserved spot in the circle of Greed, return the Jar of Plenty to me?" he smiled, "Returning an imprisoned Genie to me! I admit, you have me curious. You could wish for lost treasures, undiscovered hordes of gold…" Orders flinched as if this fact harmed her. "Endless jewels that flow like a raging river. The jar itself is PRICELESS in magical circles. Giving it to any supernatural force would buy you a life without care… yet you returned it. Why?"
"I don't believe in easy money." Orders replied as that made the LoaD raise an eyebrow, somewhat surprised. "I'm greedy, I'll admit it… but I'm not lazy. I work hard for my money, I suffer for it, I provide for my girls…" she stared him down, with the air of a queen on her throne. "…I DESPISE money earned easy… hard work is the only true way to earn. I always have an eye-" her purple eyes flicked "-focused on what could earn me money… but I have no intention of doing it the easy way." She smirked, "Returning the Jar and the one who stole it must provide me with some sort of favor from the Lord of all Djinn does it not?"
The LoaD was silent, quietly sipping his Sharbat, but looking at her all the while. "…There is no particular honor code amongst the Djinn. No ancient laws or ritual bindings…" he finished his Sharbat but once he placed the cup back on the table it was magically refilled with the drink. "I am not forced to reward you is what I am saying. I am here solely because I am… intrigued." He stared at Orders quietly, before smiling. "…I find myself in a bit of a… whimsical mood." He said…
He let go of his cane and it remained perfectly still as if it was still being held, he opened his golden jacket and that magical hum permeated the air again as he reached into his pocket and shoved half of his arm into it, wiggled it around, before slowly pulling it out… his arm had grown several more feet and suddenly snapped back to its original size like a rubber band… only in his hand was a Sapphire blue bottle that had a very alluring hourglass figure, it glittered like crystal, and he carefully placed the bottle on the table… picking up his cane and pushing the glass towards orders as if it was on ice. It glided to a stop in front of the purple-eyed woman who stared at it suspiciously.
"And this is?" she asked, flicking her eyes from the bottle to the LoaD
"Humor me, Orders…" he said, in a very suave and mischievous tone. It tapped the bottle lightly with the cane, and it rattled almost irately in response. "…I will make you an offer, as you have allowed me to save face… I will grant you one wish. ONE. Personally granted by the Lord of all Djinn." He declared, bowing his head politely, resting a hand on his chest. "And this wish may be for now or years from now." He then gestured to the bottle. "OR… I give you what is in the bottle to do with as you see fit until you pass from this earthly plane."
"...What's in the bottle?" Orders asked after a moment of hesitation, and the Lord of all Djinn chuckled almost ominously.
"Now where is the fun in that?" he smiled that snake oil salesman smile. But Orders just raised an eyebrow and didn't answer him… the LoaD sighed, "Spoil my fun." He declared before replying. "Let me tell you a story…Some Genie are more trouble than they are worth. Casting bottles into the sea or the deserts for a number of years is child's play compared to the ones kept locked away in the dungeons of the City of Brass… the likelihood of Genie like Bassaam being found during their sentence is still possible, being wished free of their bindings an easy task if they're clever enough with their wishmasters… But you're too clever by half to be tricked."
"More then 'by half'." She declared proudly as the LoaD smirked.
"…Compared to other mortals, you are leagues ahead." He praised but Orders rolled her purple eyes, unaffected by a genie's flattery. Don't let Genies flatter you.
"So why was this bottle kept in a dungeon and not in the desert or whatever?" Orders replied only half-interested, her eyes flicking curiously to the rattling bottle.
"When a Genie receives an imprisonment sentence they must serve in the mortal realm. But there are some…" he hesitated, "Old Djinn, powerful Shaitan, Dao, Marid… beings imprisoned in my grandfather's time immemorial, before even humanity's first civilizations…" he tapped the bottle and it rattled. "…Such powerful Genie can't just be tossed into the desert to serve their sentence, they must have a mortal of high intellect, craftiness, a cunning individual to corral them."
"Get to the point." Orders noted.
"That one-" he nodded to the bottle. "Is the LEAST…" he paused, choosing his next words carefully. "…troublesome of those we can't just toss into the desert." He said, "Still troublesome regardless… And that is all you get from me. So… my dear." He said charmingly, smiling. "One wish from me? Or will you take the bottle to do with as you see fit?"
Orders stared at the Lord of all Djinn. Her eyes didn't even flicker, but they slowly lowered back to the shapely blue bottle as it wobbled.
2 weeks later
She tossed her long wavey dark hair, flowing down her golden brown muscular back, her muscularly toned muscles flexing as she slowly pulled up the Star Spangled bodice up her muscled legs towards her hourglass-shaped torso. Her round bubble backside, bellydancer waist, and full breasts practically begged to spill out the top of the corset of the Wonder Woman costume… she frowned as she checked the bracers around her wrists, then absently placed the tiara on her head… checking her beautiful face with thin lips curved nose and almond shaped eyes… also a golden brown color, absently taking red lipstick and painting her lips. "Mmn-mwah!" she smiled at herself and winked a twinkling eye.
"Looking good." Grace declared, tossing on her motorcycle jacket and getting ready to head home for the night. "How's it feel?" she asked as the beautiful new Wonder Woman tested the fitting of the red boots, tapping them on the ground and shimmying in place. Gyrating like a belly dancer before smiling.
"I've been in more revealing clothes." She adjusted the bodice, squeezing down on her large breasts. "…Though admittedly they haven't been this tight." She smiled, "It fits me fine, Grace." She said remembering her name as Grace smiled.
"Well good luck 'Wonder Woman'." She smiled, giving her a slight pat on her bubble backside as she passed and headed out of the locker room. "You're going to be popular."
"Of that, we agree." Smiled Wonder Woman (II), brushing her wavey dark hair from her face and casually strutted out of the locker rooms, twirling and posing in front of the counter. "How do I look, master?"
"Don't call me that." Orders replied, working her crosswords.
"Are you actually enslaving girls now Orders?" Asked Killer Frost, casually playing poker with Supergirl (I) and Catwoman (I), who was now standing up to grab the camera Orders put on the counter.
"No." Orders replied, "She's just being irritating." Orders noted as Wonder Woman's almond-shaped eyes twinkled with curiosity at the camera.
"Fascinating!"
"Yeah I know. Seeing an old fashioned Camera's rare nowadays." Catwoman replied, "But trust me it feels better."
"I'll take your word for it." Smiled Wonder Woman sultrily, strutting and bouncing towards the couch, "Over here then?" she asked, silkily sliding across the couch like a cat, her back arching flexibly and raising her star-spangled ass in the air. "Like this? Or…" she slid forward, pushing her large golden brown breasts out as she flexibly stretched her shapely body. "Perhaps bosoms are more popular these days?"
"Hit or miss." Catwoman replied cheekily, "Don't move." She said, "Smile." Wonder Woman smiled with half-lidded enticing eyes, licking her lips as Catwoman giggled and CLICKed. "Done… you found another one Orders."
"This one found me… kind of." Orders noted as Wonder Woman suddenly leaped from the couch as if flying before landing gracefully on the floor. Smiling at Orders.
"And I am grateful for it, master."
"STOOOOP." Orders ordered as Wonder Woman smiled whimsically, and winked at Catwoman who laughed handed Orders the camera, then went back to her cards as Orders plugged it in and began to post it on the site as Wonder Woman leaned over and whispered, "What wonderous things you mortals have done since antiquity…" she breathed, "I am eager for more sights, master-" suddenly Orders reached up and hooked her hand into the top of Wonder Woman's corset and yanked her easily over the counter and down into Orders' face. To Wonder Woman's credit she looked very surprised that tiny-looking Orders could handle sexy but muscular Wonder Woman…
"Call me that again and I'm putting you back into your bottle, sealing you in concrete, and dropping you into the middle of the Atlantic." Orders declared as Wonder Woman seemed vaguely cowed.
"Yes Ma'am." She replied and Orders threw her back over the counter onto her feet. "Spoilsport." Orders finished setting everything up. "I heard mortals liked being called 'master'."
"Save it for the delivery." Orders noted, "Until then get to work. On the floor."
"Yes MA'AM…" Wonder Woman replied, licking her lips. "I hear and obey." And sultrily stepped out onto the floor to be ogled at by mortals, "Hello there!" she said, her ponderous breasts wobbled towards a table as she strutted, "I'm Wonder Woman." She said, her golden brown breasts swaying into a lucky young mortal's face as she smiled. "Can I get you anything?"
Naturally, as with all new hires, her stay on the floor wasn't long as soon the phone was ringing
Time: 8:22 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Ring-CLICK
"Superbabes, we deliver."
"mumble-mumble Wonder Woman meal."
"Speak up, I can't hear you."
"Wonder Woman meal!"
"Two thick and juicy chicken thighs with a stack of waffles, thick shapely fries, and a soft drink of your choice. Anything else?"
"Mumble-mumble."
"SPEAK UP!"
"Delivered by Wonder Woman please!"
"Very well we expect her back within 60 minutes or less, or the police will be informed. You will be charged upon completion of delivery. Name and address please."
Meanwhile
"Wonder Woman. You got one." She declared as the new, dark-skinned Wonder Woman jiggled into the lounge her cleavage positively STUFFED with dollars as she collected them by the fistful and yanked them out before shaking her fists like pompoms and sprinkling them onto the counter. Orders glared at her… but with the sweep of her hands and the grace of a cardshark she pilled the bills that smelled distinctly of big tits into a pile before slipping them under the counter and handing her a receipt that she looked over.
"…I don't know what this means." She smiled as Orders glared at her, then sighed.
"You may use your… talents, to get there… but if you try to do anything else-"
"My dear… boss." She smiled, "I would never dream of disobeying you…" she then whispered. "On your leash or not, I will still be watched closely…" Orders' eyes flickered, as she replied coldly.
"Just try not to draw too much attention." Wonder Woman then reached over the counter, her breasts resting on it as she snatched a pencil from a nearby cup.
"Might I borrow this clever thing? the pointed writing instrument?"
"Yes." The food slid across the counter and bounced against Wonder Woman's large soft breasts to a stop. She reached with a muscular arm and grabbed it. She winked, stood up, and walked out the back door. She took a few steps to the company car and smiled at the miraculous (and cheap) machine before her. She obviously didn't know how to use one… but details. She glanced around and saw an alleyway not to far from Superbabes… something was sticking out of the 'dumpster' a large rolled up carpet.
"Perfect!" she smiled, approaching it, grabbing it, and removing the sleeping unmoving man wrapped up in it, before laying it out on the ground she swept her foot over the blood stain and wiped it clean along with the smell before sitting on the carpet cross-legged, humming softly before blowing sparkling blue smoke from her mouth, and holding the pencil flat on her upraised palm.
The sparkling smoke drifted down like thick fog over the carpet, absorbing into its fibers, before it rose up in the air… the pencil spun on her hand without her touching it, before pointing south west. "Hup-hup!" she patted the floating carpet before flying off.
She stretched her arms wide as the carpet followed the pencil's direction, "MMmn!" her body contorted flexibly as she sighed, and relaxed. The wind in her thick wavy hair, the chill on her skin, the view of the modern city with its twinkling lights, and dreary look.
The mortals have come a long way it was rather breathtaking… and now she was looking out on a smoggy swampland… there was an odd magical aura about it, and the pencil guided her away. So off she went again to the outskirts of Gotham. To an odd longhouse building with 'Motel 5' glowing with lights as bright as the morning sun. "Spectacular!" she cheered rolling on the carpet as she descended behind the building. The carpet slid to a stop on the ground as she got up, and dusted her big round backside. She strutted around the building and examined the pencil it pointed up and to the left. "Hmmn…." She headed up the fair steps, and walked to the door marked 204 she glanced at the pencil, before whispering silkily. "Thank you…" then blew her sparkling smoke onto it, and let it fly off back towards Superbabes.
She then tilted her head curiously at the brass numbers before doing what she was told, raising her fist. And Knocking loudly on the door. "Superbabes."
Time: 8:40 PM. Place: Gotham Outskirts (Motel 5 Room 204)
"Special delivery Service!" she cheered happily, absolutely giddy with excitement. Not for nothing but there was a reason she was chosen as a concubine by the Sultan of all Djinn for her sensuality skill… that's not the current one by the way, it was his GRANDFATHER… she's been trapped in the bottle for a LONG time. Uncountable years even by her ageless recall.
…She won't lie, she'll trick and say half-truths, but she won't lie… she needed a tumble in the cushions. The Sultan of all Djinn despite his hundred wives… wasn't much of a bed companion and she wasn't even a wife, a princess concubine of a Marid family, but the Sultan still got jealous she went stepping out with some handsome Ifrits to satiate her lusts, and after he passed out after a night of her entertainment.
The hunk of man beyond the door was in for a NIGHT… well an hour actually. But her point still-The door opened-stands…
She blinked down at the young… man? Woman? She wasn't sure he was quite androgynous. A young curvy man-boy wearing a mask with fair hair and short enough to look at her finer parts but not tall enough to look her in the eyes. Not what she was expecting but her response was so positive.
"Aren't you so pretty!" she said with a beautiful smile at the young man in his boxers. "I've never seen such a beautiful boy!" she suddenly put her hands on his shoulders, shoved her impressive brown breasts directly into his face and pushed him into the room and onto the bed.
"MMhg!" he froze under the tall, beautiful, and athletically toned woman pushing her chest into his face.
"Hee-hee-hee!" she giggled "MMN!" she threw herself upright, from the way she was sitting on him, she was blocking his view of her face with her swelling bosoms. "I'm so lucky to get a pretty one!" she chuckled, her hands rubbing his thin flat chest, before caressing his face with her silky fingers. "Now my pretty boy… what do you want to do with me?" she cooed as he whimpered. She tilted her head, letting go of his body and getting off him, brushing her wavy dark hair from her exotic face. "…Did I hurt you?" she asked suddenly as he held firm on the bed before shaking his head rapidly.
"…Mumble-mumble… Nervous… alone…"
"Nervous?!" she laughed sweetly, like tinkling bells before she grabbed him and easily shifted him to the edge of the bed. "What are you nervous for? I'm here for you… to grant your every naughty wish." The words had a certain hum of power to them. "You don't need to be nervous Pretty boy. You just need to tell me what you do."
"Mumble-mumble… Chris."
"Chris? I like that name… CHRIS." She said the word again, silkily, the fair young man before her shuddered suddenly getting goosebumps. "Well Chris…" she stood up, resting her hand on her curvy hips, pushing out her bulging chest. "I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Sultrily gazing into his eyes, his face covered by the opera mask as she hummed thoughtfully, pushing her big breasts together and twisting her torso, letting her eyes roll up to the ceiling. "Hmmn… what to do?" she said, shaking her bodice as he stared at her wobbling brown breasts. His eyes follow as she soon smiled. "Ah… I know…" She leaned down, letting him look into her cleavage as she smiled prettily at him. "How about I call you MASTER." She purred as his manhood erectly twitched against his shorts she glanced down and smiled. "Oh… you like that. Well master…" she stood up, and slowly raised her arms above her head. "…Allow me to entertain you."
Slowly at first, her hips swiveled around and around, her stomach flexing and tensing as she slowly wiggled in place like a hypnotized snake out of the basket. Humming softly she continued gazing sultrily into his eyes before worming her body, thrusting her crotch back and forth, flexing her powerful stomach as she gave him the oldest trick in the dancing book, the belly dance. Rolling her hips she took a step forward, her arms and her legs seemed to have minds of their own, twisting and turning as she smiled beautifully at him. "hee-hee-hee…" she chuckled, "Oh it's been so long since I've properly entertained…" she brought her other leg forward, repeating the process, twisting, turning stepping, her body constantly moving…
However his gaze was locked onto her wobbling breasts… that's fair. She then finally stood inches from him, swaying her breasts and her stomach, her arms moving to the motion of the ocean in a gentle wave as she continued to hypnotize him with a seductive dance that would drive men wild. "OH!" she gasped as he suddenly buried his face into his cleavage. "Hee-hee-hee…" she giggled, "Ooh… touch me…" she whispered down at him. "You're my MASTER… touch me… give me your commands." His hands then roamed her sculpted body, hooking into the top of her suit and tugging it down as she chuckled. "Very well…" she then yanked down the suit, her big brown breasts bouncing firmly free as she revealed her powerful abdominals. Her dark brown nipples poked towards his face as he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the right one. "Oh Master. You are not a babe…" she teased but rubbed his fair hair as he nursed on her bosoms.
She let him slurp on her dark nipples, before he popped off, gasped for air then wrapped his lips around the other as she chuckled. Gazing at him with her dark almond-shaped eyes. "Master shall I pleasure you?" she whispered, her hands sliding to his shorts, rubbing his erection. "Master! So big…" she teased excitedly. "And already so erect." She licked her lips. "May I TASTE it? It's been so long since I've tasted a big strong man…" she cooed, before sliding down to her knees, her breasts streaking down his thin chest as her hands hooked into his fascinating waistband and tugged his pants down, his cock shooting up between her tights. "AH…" she gasped excitedly gazing up at him. "Oh Master I am going to POLISH this…" she cooed, "With my tongue… all night." Said tongue skillfully dancing around his tip as she held his length between her cleavage. "Mmn!"
Then began in earnest, sliding her head up and down his cock as she slurped loudly and sloppily. "MMn! MMn! Mmnhg-mmn…" she moaned delightedly savoring the taste on her tongue as her lips easily kissed the base of his shaft. "Mmgh! mMnh… Mmn! Mmn! Mmn!" faster and faster she sucked, sliding him into her throat as she moaned delightedly. She had MISSED the taste of phallus…
When you're trained to crave it, it is MADDENING to be denied. After the first few centuries, she broke her addiction only to miss it again, then off and on every millennium or so. She gazed sultry up at him head still rapidly bobbing as she smiled then gently pushed his chest, making him lie down as she continued her oral service, her seductive fellatio sharping his phallus with skills still as sharp as a Damascus dagger. "MMgh?!" she froze on the tip of his cock as hot molten seed sprayed to the back of her throat. "Mmmn…" she moaned quietly before licking out his seed with her tongue. POP! "MMmn… ah…" she opened her mouth showing the thick globs pooling in the back of her throat as his length went limp, resting on her cheek as her tongue flopped and swished about, painting the inside of her mouth with his cum before her lips seed shut. Without looking away, she gulped it down. "Ahhh…" holding his cock with both hands now, she massaged his length skillfully, pressing her thin lips to his shaft. "Mwah. Mwah…" then ran her tongue along it, and kissing it again. "Master your seed was delicious." She purred and it twitched against her face. "Shall we fornicate now?" she asked playfully as he twitched again staring awed at her as she slowly stood up, and crawled over him, smothering him with her breasts and feeling his little man wiggling against her muscular thighs. "I wish to feel your great, powerful manhood thrusting rigorously into my silky folds." She whispered into his ear, while rubbing his body with her breasts, then his face.
"Please ravish me master my body aches for your spear." She purred as he moaned his hands reaching up to cling to her heavy dark breasts as she smiled. "MMmn! Yes my master…" she purred, "I'm a good woman just for you… Ooooh!" she moaned, feeling him thrusting his hips against her on instinct, his shaft sliding against her folds desperate to get inside her as she chuckled, wiggling playfully on top of her before finally his piercing thrust struck true. "OH YES!!" she gasped, shuddering as she threw her lower body down on his phallus taking it fully inside her as she bit her bottom lip. "Mmmgh!!" shuddering excitedly she gyrated erotically on his lap. Pressing her hands on his chest, pushing her big breasts together before bouncing up and down on him. "Oh! Oh! Oh! Master!" his manhood throbbing eagerly inside her as she smiled beautifully, raising her hands up into her wavy dark hair, "Ahh! Ah! AH!!" letting her big breasts bounce free as she rode him, his hands slipping up to grab at her. "Touch me. Squeeze me… Use me master I wish to be your woman!"
His fingers sunk into her bouncing tit-flesh, holding on tightly to her body as her ass cheeks clenched firmly, smacking down on his thin girlish legs as she rode him harder, faster, feeling his above average-sized mortal cock rubbing at her vaginal walls as they massaged and squeezed around them. "Haah! Ahh! Ahh… OH! YES! YES! OH YES!!" she screamed her pleasure, gripping her hair briefly before yanking out her hands and grabbing his on her breasts. "More! More master! Unleash your seed inside me! AHhhhhh!" His hips bucked up into her toned body as she sat on his lap and milked him. "Oh that feels so GOOD master…" she cooed, leaning over and pushing her tits onto his hands until his arms lost strength and she flopped onto him.
"whoop!" she cheered sweetly, giggling as she squirmed on him, subtly rubbing her body on his until she felt his wiggling soldier squirming against her inner walls. "Ooh master… mmn…" he squeezed her breasts again as she rolled off him onto her side, lying beside him her chest still in his face as he started sucking her nipples again. "See?... no need to be nervous." She whispered silkily. "Hee-hee-hee…" giggling again as he nursed on her chest, sucking longingly on her nipples as she lay on her back. He crawled over her, burying his face between her breasts before returning to her nipples and suckling longingly on her saliva-soaked nipples as she ruffled his fair hair and pulled him completely on top of her body.
"There we go master…" she purred as he continued to suck. "MMmn… do you like my breasts?" she cooed rubbing his body with her silky hands. "They are magnificent aren't they?" she giggled and caressed him, massaging his body as she lay back and let him nurse. "You just go right ahead and enjoy yourself with my body Master, it is here to please…" she replied playfully, stretching her arms, her legs, and her body as he lay on top of her, switching nipples again "Mmn…" she subtly writhed her body beneath him, feeling his phallus on her abs twitching and throbbing as his tongue adorably flicked her nippes. "Master… you're hard again. Would you like to fornicate?" she whispered smiling at him with a sultry gaze. "Don't you want to?" She pouted as Chris stared into her eyes. "Did you not like how warm-" Throb. "Tight?" Throb. "And WET my silky folds were?
He wiggled on her toned body before finally, "Haah…" he pierced into her again, "Haah! Ah! Ahh!" gasping erotically as he steadily thrust into her, sucking on a mouthful of her big breasts as she pulled his face into her cleavage. "Mmn! Keep going! Keep going master! Savor my body! Haa Ah! It feels so! GOOD! OOOH!!" her back arched, throwing her hips up into his thrusts. "Don't! Stop! Don't! Stop! I am! I am climaxing!"
His tiny body furiously thrust into her. "Yes! Yes! Oh!! OOOOH!!!" she howled, eyes rolling body trembling, tensing around his shaft as he kept thrusting before burying himself inside her. "Haaah!!" Her body tensed up and squeezed around his cock as they flopped to the bed together, sweaty and gasping as she felt him pumping his seed into her body again… and sucking on her other hardened nipple. "Oooh… master you naughty boy!" she giggled again. "Hee-hee-hee…" the girlish chirrups of her laugh made him smile around her teat as he cooed. "Mmmn…" his length throbbing inside her he continued so suckle on her chest… until she chanced a glance at one of those 'digital clocks'. "…Ah. Master…" she purred. "I'm afraid your time is soon up."
Chris nuzzled her chest. "Shall I wash you master?" she purred, feeling him twitching on her body. "Hee-hee-hee! Does that excite you?" she teased, slowly rolling him off her body before standing up and stepping away from the bed towards what could only be the washroom. "…Now how do I-?" she began curiously looking in the odd bathtub before turning a faucet. "Ah!" she laughed as water sprayed from the nozzle above her like rainwater. "Fantastic! Come master!" she cooed, cupping her breasts and catching water as he almost did. "I shall wash you." She declared as he stepped into the tub and she retrieved the 'soap'
In liquid form no less…
She sprayed the tiny jar of sweet-smelling liquid onto her breasts before proceeding to wash, scrub, and massage Chris with her larges bosoms and hands, sliding silkily over his body as her tits bulged and pressed on his body like sponges, leaving trails of soap with her nipples as she wobbled and ground on him. "Hee-hee-hee! Master… you naughty boy." She cooed suddenly grabbing his erection from behind. "Did I stimulate you too much? I shall help you." She declared, stroking his shaft, and fondling his testicles as the soap lathered and foamed around him adding slipperiness to her stimulation. Her tongue flicked on his ears, whispering encouraging words into them until he moaned, pressing his head against her pillow and soapy breasts as he unloaded rope after rope of he sperm onto the tiles of the bath wall.
"MMmn…mwah…" she kissed his cheek from behind. "There you go master. My special service." She cooed before the water washed away the suds of soap from their bodies… her wet hair slicked back from her beautiful face as she took the towel and dried herself off. Gracefully she returned to the bedroom to retrieve her garments, stuffing her beautiful body once again into the suit as Chris came out… "Now master…" she purred, approaching and embracing him. "I believe you owe me compensation?" Chris fidgeted, then rested his face into her breasts as she smiled. "…Master… come now. I have to return…" but suddenly the door opened and a beautiful blonde woman entered, pulled Chris from Wonder Woman's breasts and threw him back on the bed before stuffing her cleavage with the money.
"Thank you for your service whore you may leave."
"Hmph.." Wonder Woman scoffed but winked an almond-shaped eye at Chris before strutting out of the room and returning to her ride the carpet out the back of the inn, taking flight back to Gotham proper and Superbabes.
Time: 10:01 PM. Place: Gotham (Superbabes)
Wonder Woman and her magic carpet (temporary) returned to Superbabes with time to spare only for the carpet to suddenly stop functioning, landing ungracefully near Superbabes as she rubbed her butt. "Curses." She noted, standing back up and noticing the alleyway were she originally found the carpet… there were some guardsmen examining the sleeping man she had extracted… but she ignored it, kicking the depowered carpet aside and walking around into Superbabes-
"Congratulations!" cheered the girls, Leslie and Yaya holding up the happy first-time banner as Orders glared at the Returning Wonder Woman who smiled at the banner almost brought to tears.
"Thank you! Thank you! I would like to thank my master-"
"STOP." Orders declared, glaring at her. "Wonder Woman, follow me…" she said as Wonder Woman skipped after her into the office. Orders shut the door, reached into her desk, and extracted an envelope. "This is becoming the norm it seems." She tossed it to Wonder Woman, "Here, Arwa you'll need these to function in the mortal plane."
Arwa curiously examined the envelope, there were little cards and documents, she didn't understand them but there was one card with her beautiful face on it and her name. Arwa al-Aza along with her height and weight… curious… but positively fascinating!
"Ah… I see." She said as Orders scowled.
"Also you need to learn to drive a car. We'll get on that. We can't have you flying on magic carpets all over the city."
"Now Orders, if you let me use my magic-"
"NO GENIE MAGIC UNLESS I SAY SO." Orders declared firmly, "I'll not have your tricks giving me a headache." She declared as Arwa waved her hands, and smiled pleasantly at Orders.
"You're wish is my command Orders." Orders just rolled her eyes… at least THIS magic girl was more cooperative than the OTHER magic girl she had as an indentured servant.
"Now get out there. You get a thirty-minute break and the girls have cake."
"Excellent!" she cheered, "I am eager to try this culinary confection!"
"Mmn. I bet." Orders replied, taking the money and sorting it appropriately before getting back to work. So far letting the sexy genie out of the bottle was a good call… time would only tell if it was better than a wish.
End