Superbabes: Justice League Ch. 01

The emergence of the first metahumans during World War II would usher in a new age of superheroes that would be felt for years to come. Females all over the world began developing superpowers thanks to a meta-gene in their DNA that for reasons science cannot explain males lacked. The first known superhero team were the Femforce, led by the legendary Ms. Victory, who inspired a whole generation of heroines to take up the mantle of defending the Earth from assholes who wanted to conquer it or blow it up out of spite.

Now in the 21^st century, a new generation of heroes had arisen to fight crime, starting with the Woman of Steel, Power Girl herself, followed by Wonder Woman and Batgirl. These three heroines would form the world's most prolific superhero team, the Justice League, after joining forces with Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, the Flash and Aquawoman to defeat the warlord Darkseid. Two years after their formation, more heroines had joined their ranks, increasing the Justice League's strength and influence.

In Washington, DC a massive crowd had gathered in front of the Hall of Justice, headquarters for the world's finest superhero team since the Femforce--the Justice League. It had been the largest gathering of people since the official formation of the team after their victory over Darkseid. An attractive blonde reporter stood in front of the Hall giving a news coverage that she had to fight tooth and nail (as well as suck a few execs off for) to have the honor of delivering.

"This is Chloe Sullivan here live at the Hall of Justice in Washington DC, bringing you live coverage of the anniversary celebration of the Justice League's formation. For those who are living under a rock, two years ago today seven mighty heroines banded together to fight the intergalactic despot known as Darkseid. After a battle that lasted the entire night and ravaged much of Metropolis, the Justice League were finally able to kill Darkseid and send his demonic invasion force away from Earth." She explained, eagerly eying the large golden doors of the Hall. "Any moment now the Justice League will make their appearance and kick off the celebration not just in Washington, but all over the country!"

Inside the Hall of Justice, seven of the world's most famous heroines were gathered together for the celebration. They were the founders of the Justice League: Power Girl, Wonder Woman, Batgirl, Green Lantern, the Flash, Hawkgirl and Aquawoman.

Power Girl, the Woman of Steel, stood at the front of the group. Curvaceous and muscled, voluptuous and busty, she had quite the alluring figure in her bright white one-piece bodysuit (complimented with distinct chest-window), complimenting the gleaming blue of her knee-high boots and gloves, and the sweet scarlet of her lopsided cape. With bright blue eyes and short blonde hair that reached past her ears, she had a very powerful but casual look about her.

Next to her stood Wonder Woman, the Maiden of Might. Like most of her Amazonian sisters, she was a vision of beauty; a tall woman with a frame mixing musculature with voluptuous wonder that could make a kryptonian cry, she was truly a dazzling individual, a beautiful and powerful woman with bright eyes and long, silky black hair. Her outfit consisted of nothing but a red and gold bustier that hugged her ample tits and a short blue skirt with red boots.

There was Batgirl, the Dark Knight of Gotham. She was the youngest member of the group at eighteen but had certainly earned her place in the superhero community. She wore a skintight black bodysuit with yellow gloves and boots, a long black cape attached to her shoulders and a noticeable yellow bat-symbol across her notably ample chest. A pointed cowl covered her upper face, leaving some of her long red hair free behind her head.

Green Lantern, the Emerald Knight and first of her kind on Earth. She was a beautiful, slender woman with short black hair wearing a skintight green and black leotard with green elbow gloves and thigh-high black boots. Her face lacked a mask but an emerald Green Lantern symbol covered her right eye like a tattoo and on her middle finger was a green power ring, the source of her power. (Based on her JL vs FF appearance).

The Flash, the Fastest Woman Alive, tapped her foot eagerly in anticipation of getting the show started. She wore a sleeveless crimson leotard with tight spandex shorts and knee-high boots while sporting a yellow lightning bolt on her chest and an armored helmet over her long blonde hair.

Hawkgirl, the warrior from Thannagar, stood impatiently, her arms crossed over her ample chest. A lovely figure with impressive hips, a fairly curvaceous figure, potent musculature and an attractive face with shoulder length dark red hair, her elaborate outfit, glistening and decorated with bird-like features and metallic linings, clung tightly around her lovely waist and legs, particularly tight around the roundness of her ass. It was lustrous and golden around the front, clinging tightly to the swell of her breasts and absent around the back and upper arms, with only clawed gauntlets on her forearms and a golden mask on her upper face like some extravagant bird of prey.

Finally, there was Aquawoman, loyal servant of Queen Atlanna of Atlantis. Her lusciously voluptuous body was clad in a skin-tight green suit, a scaly leathery one-piece that practically left nothing of the lustrous bodyguard to the imagination. Her curvaceous frame, powerful legs and impressive bosom seemed to ripple under her delightful outfit, with her pale skin gleaming in the sun thanks to the water clinging to her after her afternoon swim. Her long red hair and beautiful ocean blue eyes shined with power and authority.

"You'd think the entire west coast was here for this." Power Girl said, scanning the area outside with her x-ray vision. "I can only imagine what it's like over in Metropolis and New York."

"Probably chaotic like it was New Years." Batgirl chuckled.

"I'm honestly surprised that those yahoos from the Legion of Doom hadn't caused any shit yet." Green Lantern noted curiously.

"Give it time. They certainly won't start with all seven of us gathered together, but they will try to cause problems somewhere else." Wonder Woman said.

"Hence why we had the rest of the League ramp up patrols." The Flash supplied. "I know that asshole Captain Cold is going to start something back home while I'm gone."

Hawkgirl huffed and crossed her arms under her ample chest. "Why do we have to do this dog and pony show again? I'm perfectly fine with just celebrating this occasion with you all here in the Hall."

"We have to set up a show to send a message, Hawkgirl." Aquawoman said placatingly. "It's politics, to teach the villains of the world that we are just as united and strong as we were when we formed the team two years ago."

"What, you camera shy?" Flash smirked at Hawkgirl, who growled at her.

"No, I'm just not crazy about getting ogled by thousands of men in front of headquarters."

"Honey, if you're not used to that by now, then you're not taking this job seriously." Power Girl grinned. "I've had to deal with men staring at my chest since I started saving people. You should see them after I saved them from a fire or hurricane. Their eyes just gravitate towards these puppies as if they were a lifeline."

"I don't blame them." Green Lantern muttered, staring enviously at Power Girl's cleavage.

Wonder Woman clapped her hands to get everyone's attention. "Girls, let's no waste time trading stories of men undressing us with their eyes. We've got a hungry crowd right outside eager to do just that already."

"That's original, Diana." Batgirl snorted.

"Yeah, let's get this show started and hope we have enough time tonight to properly party." Power Girl pushed open the doors and they all stepped out into the open, and the deafening crowds nearly blew out their eardrums with their cheers and screams.

Yeah, being ogled in skintight or revealing costumes happened a lot, but it was worth it to get the praise and adoration of the people who loved them for their work. That was why they did what they did.

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The event went well into the evening and didn't start winding down until sunset. By then, the rest of the team were completely exhausted after a long day of signing autographs, taking selfies, kissing the heads of babies (people seemed to think that it was a blessing to have a superhero kiss their baby, not that Power Girl was complaining. She loved those cute tiny babies!) and avoiding getting pinched or groped by horny men who couldn't keep their hands to themselves.

Eventually the others went back to their respective cities to sleep for the rest of the week, but before Power Girl could leave herself, she was stopped by one last bystander.

"Excuse me, Power Girl?"

"Yes?" Power Girl turned to the speaker. It was a young woman, tall and slender, clad in a revealing dark purple blouse that bared some cleavage and a short black skirt with high-heeled boots. Her face was slender and her lavender colored hair was tied in a loose bun. "How can I help you?"

"I just wanted to say thank you for everything you've done." The woman said in a soft, airy voice. Her glossy lips smiled slightly as she lavished praise upon the taller woman. "I know you hear this all the time, but you are truly an inspiration for women everywhere. Myself included."

Power Girl smiled, rubbing the back of her head. "Aw, that's not true. I'm sure you've made it this far all on your own."

"Only because you were there inspiring me." The woman replied happily. "Um, is it alright if I shake your hand. I don't know if that's allowed, but..."

"It's totally fine. I've been shaking hands and giving hugs all day." Power Girl took the woman's hand in hers and shook it. "May I have your name? I want to at least put a name for the face of a woman as pretty as you."

The woman's grip tightened on the kryptonian's hand and her smile turned sharper. "Of course. My name is--"

She said something, but Power Girl didn't understand it. Mainly because as soon as the woman spoke, her eyes glazed over and her mind went completely blank. Then everything went dark.

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'Where...am I?'

Power Girl felt sluggish when she returned to consciousness. Her vision was a bit blurry, her body felt sluggish and unresponsive. It was a feeling of weakness not unlike being exposed to large amounts of kryptonite, but something felt...off. She just couldn't figure out what it was.

All Power Girl knew was that she was sitting in a stark white room with a large monitor on the wall in front of her. Suddenly the monitor switched on, and an array of colors appeared on the screen, drawing her eyes to it.

A soothing hum filled her ears, and Power Girl felt herself sag in the chair, her muscles relaxing and her eyes glazing over. A haze fell over her mind and she felt more relaxed than she had ever been in her superhero career. This happened just in time for the wall in front of her to open up and reveal a large screen lurking behind it. The screen immediately began to flash, dazzling the blonde with an array of technicolor lightshows. The lightshow continued into different eddying patterns, and Power Girl was mesmerized, even as the kaleidoscopic lightshow began to coalesce into a dizzying spiral. Power Girl couldn't tear her eyes away from the spiral. Combined with the music in her ears, the assault on her senses completely tore down her defenses, easing her worries, massaging her brain into relaxation.

Power Girl might have been staring at it for minutes, hours, days; at this point she wouldn't have been able to tell. Her conscious mind had taken a backseat, and only her subconscious remained. Power Girl was in a trance.

But deep within this trance, a woman's voice rang loud and clear.

What is your name, Power Girl?

"My name...is Gala Zor-El." Power Girl answered, her eyes dull and glassy.

And your human name?

"Karen Starr."

Repeat after me, Power Girl.

My body belongs to the Mistress.

"My body belongs to the mistress." Power Girl replied, and her eyes fluttered shut from the sharp jolt of bliss that shot into her brain, getting a soft moan from her.

My sole purpose is to bring pleasure to any man who pays for her body.

"My sole purpose is to bring pleasure to any man who pays for my body."

And on it went, Power Girl's subconscious repeating every word that it heard, burning every single line deeper into her mind. Carving them into the very bedrock of her soul to such a degree that not even magic could uproot them.

"I will perform any task that is asked of me within the parameters of my duties. If my Mistress calls for me, I will arrive as soon as possible. My name is Power Girl and I am the property of Superbabes."

And on and on it went...

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Power Girl blinked awake. Sighing in contentment, she stood from the white chair, idly stretching her muscles.

Following pre-programmed information, Power Girl entered another room that was hidden just behind the screen and pressed a button on the wall. An elevator slid open, and the most famous heroine in the world entered it, letting the door slid closed and the elevator take her deeper underground.

When the elevator stopped, Power Girl stepped out with all the confidence and power she normally displayed out in public. The room was a small chamber with nothing of note inside aside from the two women standing there.

The first was Roulette, supervillain and businesswoman who was quickly making waves across the American criminal underworld with her metahuman fighting ring, the Glamor Slam. Roulette was a gorgeous woman in her late twenties with her dark hair kept in an updo by a pair of long, steely hair needles. She wore shaded glasses, even indoors, and her lips were always a deep crimson to add to her oriental features. Roulette was rarely seen without wearing her signature red dress, inspired by her homeland's qipao and the far sluttier bodycon dresses worn by the women who worked for her in her night clubs throughout Hong Kong; it hugged her body tight and had a high collar, but showed off plenty of her tits via a cut-out across its chest. The impressive, eye-catching cleavage was the envy of so many women and lust over by almost every man who saw her (also by a lot of those envious ladies). The dress had a long slit up the side to reveal her long legs, clad in dark red boots, and showing off the green dragon tattoo that ran up her left leg and over her exposed stomach.

The second woman was none other than the woman who spoke to Power Girl earlier, but her appearance had changed drastically. Now she was clad in a form fitting black dress with a deep v-cut that exposed more of her breasts and a slit up the side to expose one long, creamy leg. Her lavender hair was loose and fell down to her waist, and her eyes were pure white, pupils almost invisible.

"It worked," Roulette breathed, staring at the entranced kryptonian with wide eyes. "It actually worked."

"I was very thorough in making sure the hypnosis was ironclad." Tala, the main sorceress for the Legion of Doom, said in her soft voice. "My magic, combined with advanced brainwashing technology, implants subliminal commands inside the girl's brain, and like the microchips they can be switched on and off with a few trigger words available only to you and anybody you choose."

Roulette walked up to Power Girl, who stood motionless before her. "And you said this process is permanent?"

"Yes. Even the most powerful sorceresses in the world cannot reverse the mind alterations without causing serious damage to the brain. When the women are not on the clock, they will go about their normal lives without ever suspecting that they've done something otherwise." Tala informed her. "All you have to do is give specific commands and she will listen."

Roulette nodded and smiled up at Power Girl. "Welcome to Superbabes, Power Girl. "Do you know who you are?"

"I am property of the mistress."

"Do you know what you are?"

"I am a whore of Superbabes."

"And what is your purpose?"

To service any man who pays for my body."

"Very good." Roulette said calmly, but on the inside she was ecstatic. Tala had tested this magical hypnosis on several Glamor Slam girls to refine the process and it worked like a charm. Power Girl's natural weakness to magic made it easier than normal to brainwash her.

"Power Girl, you will prepare yourself for your debut tonight at Superbabes. There will be an auction in the lobby for who will get to have you first and you must be absolutely spotless for it."

"I'm very eager to be of service to you, mistress." Power Girl said eagerly. "I won't let you down."

"I know you won't." Roulette chuckled darkly. "Not with a body like that."

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Roulette had made a name for herself by creating the Glamor Slam, an underground metahuman fighting ring that put superpowered women against each other in brutal cage matches. In an era where metahumans were a new, growing phenomenon, it was new and fresh and people spent thousands betting on their favorite fighter. The amount of money she had made off of having superpowered women fighting in borderline lawless matches for the enjoyment of spectators was something she never would have dreamed about when she was just a young prostitute working in a brothel in Hong Kong. And she had all the horny and frustrated wealthy men out there to thank.

It was also because of her history as a prostitute that Roulette created a companion to the Glamor Slam--Superbabes, the world's first and only metahuman brothel. Unknown to the female fighters, they were all implanted with microchips during their medical examinations that kicked in and took control whenever they were activated. Most of them were fighters both new and old, and she whored them out to anyone with enough money to spend at the brothel. None of them remembered what happened when the chips activated when they were flicked off, and without any extra work on her part their brains all rationalized their forced servitude, coming to terms with it in their own way rather than fighting the control.

It was a big hit, even bigger than Roulette expected. Even more wealthy patrons flocked to the Glamor Slam with the expectation that they would be able to get a chance to fuck either one of the metahumans fighting in the cage down below. Championships were incredibly popular and the lucky woman who won those would be whored out to the highest bidder for hundreds of thousands of dollars. Just thinking about it got Roulette wet.

Like everything else associated with Roulette, Superbabes was big and grand. The brothel was built directly underneath a large casino Roulette owned and was lined with lead to ensure that no kryptonian got a peepshow. There were two sublevels that were filled with rooms where the prostitutes serviced their clients in blissful privacy (as far as the clients know), but there was also a main lobby that had a bar and displayed a large screen showing which girls were available. But aside from the lobby, the second most popular area was the auction hall.

The purpose for the auction hall was to debut new girls added to the brothel. As most of the metahuman whores were also Glamor Slam fighters of immense popularity, their bodies sold for enormous amounts of money. Virgins especially sold for a lot, and the bidding wars to take a girl's virginity were absolutely vicious.

The auction hall was furnished and paneled with finely polished wood. What seemed to be expensive tapestries and artwork decorated the walls, and the carpeted hall was filled with comfortable plush chairs, all of which were seating a man, most of whom in business attire. It all led up to a stage lit with spotlights, as well as large screens showing close ups of the stage's sole occupant, whose very appearance was enough to draw in a full house.