Chapter
Three: Third Party Comparison
“That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard,” said Lex
Luthor. “You mean to tell me that
this drug of yours...”
“I’ve named it the Purple Potion,” said Joker, grinning.
“Whatever. This drug can
make anyone into your slave, but only if you drive the person to an orgasm?”
“Well, that’s pretty simplified...but basically, yes.
Think of it as an addiction...the victim can’t get enough of you.
He or she becomes willing to do anything you want them to do, as long as
you have sex with them at regular intervals.”
“How regular? Every
day?”
“It depends on the willpower of the person.
The longer they go without a good fucking, the more likely it is that the
effects of the drug will fade, and they will regain control of themselves.
It might take a couple days, or a couple weeks...it all depends on the
person.”
Lex Luthor paced around the room. “I
don’t know...this just sounds too crazy.
How do you know it will work? Have
you tested it?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.” He
pressed a button on the intercom. “Cheetah,
darling...could you come in here for a moment?”
Luthor’s jaw dropped as the door slid open and the young villainess
sauntered in. She walked over to Joker and put her arms around him.
“You want me?” she purred in his ear.
“I do indeed, my little pussycat.
Luthor here would like a demonstration of your willingness to obey my
commands. Do you think you could
take off your clothes for me?”
“I thought you’d never ask!” She
quickly climbed out of her costume, revealing a beautiful young body that Luthor
could not help but admire.
“I have to admit, I’m impressed,” said Luthor.
“How does it work?”
Joker stood behind Cheetah and caressed her pendulous breasts.
“Basically, it amplifies the victim’s hunger for sex.
Intercourse, in particular...oral sex and masturbation won’t do the
trick.”
“Why not?” Luthor found
himself staring at Cheetah’s exposed belly, and the patch of blond pubic hair
below. His cock was growing uncomfortably hard.
“Well, I’m not exactly sure. My
guess is that the drug somehow feeds our desire to mate with the opposite
sex.” Joker moved one hand down and began to tickle Cheetah’s
pussy lips, causing her to squirm and squeal.
“It doesn’t work unless the victim believes that he or she is making
a baby.”
“Incredible,” murmured Luthor. “Perverted,
but incredible.”
Joker smiled and slipped one finger inside Cheetah’s moist opening.
Her eyelids fluttered, and she leaned against him with a moan.
“Not perverted, necessarily. Sex
is the most natural thing in the world. There’s
not one living creature that doesn’t have a basic drive to reproduce.
Without this ‘perversion’, as you call it, the human species would be
extinct.” While his left hand
caressed her soft, pale breast, the fingers of his right hand continued to work
their way in and out of her pussy. In
a few moments, those fingers were quite wet, and the room was filled with the
sound of Cheetah’s moans and gasps.
“Our
desire to mate is entirely natural. The
drug simply augments that desire. And
upon orgasm...” He began to rub
her clit, and was rewarded a moment later by a gush of fluid as her cunt began
to spasm. Her mouth opened, her
eyes closed, and she would have collapsed on the floor if Joker hadn’t held
her in his arms. “...she is now
mine.”
“But what if someone else then fucked her?” asked Luthor.
“Wouldn’t she then be a slave to that person?”
“Possibly.” Joker
grinned. “Why don’t we find out?”
“What? You mean...right now?”
“Yes, right now...you can’t tell me that your dick isn’t hard after
watching that.” He carried Cheetah over to a nearby couch and kneeled down
next to her. “Cheetah, darling,
Lex Luthor is going to fuck you now. Is
that all right with you?”
Cheetah glanced at Luthor and then turned back to Joker.
“I’d rather have you do it.”
“I’ll fuck you very soon, I promise.
But we have to do a little experiment first.
Now be a good kitty, and play nice with Mr. Luthor.”
He turned and walked to a nearby couch.
“Lex, she’s all yours...enjoy!”
Luthor’s clothes were already on the floor, and his dick was indeed
hard. Cheetah smiled at him as he
approached, and lifted her legs in the air.
“Ready when you are,” she purred.
Despite the fact that she claimed to prefer Joker, she certainly seemed
to enjoy Luthor’s cock. She gave
little grunts of pleasure every time he entered her, and she watched him with a
lusty smile of encouragement. But
encouragement was the last thing that Luthor needed right now.
With each thrust of his cock into her slippery cunt, he was indulging one
of his favorite fantasies. For
years he had been watching her, ogling the curves of her body beneath that
skin-tight leotard she was always wearing.
It was clear that she didn’t bother with underwear; her beautiful
breasts wobbled freely, and little nipple points would sometimes poke out.
Once or twice, he thought he even saw the fabric fold into the crack of
her pussy slit. Ever since she had
first come to the Hall of Doom, he had wanted to get her out of that costume and
fuck her brains out. And here he
was, actually doing it! For once it
wasn’t a dream...this was her body beneath his; those were her breasts,
punctuated by pink, lust-hardened nipples; this was her pussy he was fucking:
warm, slimy and just plain delicious!
Luthor didn’t quite have Joker’s finesse.
He didn’t bother to do anything fancy; he simply pounded his cock in
and out of her, focusing upon building his own climax.
But a penis was still a penis, and it drove Cheetah wild as he bounced
her up and down on the sofa in a brutal mating rhythm.
Her body bucked and heaved, and she screamed out another orgasm.
Luthor kept right on pounding; he was a steam engine of fucking...his
breath came in gasps, and nothing in the world would stop him from shooting his
seed into this young, helplessly lustful woman.
Joker sat nearby, enjoying the show.
His own cock had grown too hard to conceal without discomfort.
He had released it from the prison of his pants and was now stroking it
furiously. He watched intently as
Luthor plowed his dick into Cheetah again and again, each plunge into her pussy
making a wet ‘schluck’ sound. The
room was silent except for grunts, gasps, moans, and that constant underlying
rhythm: schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck, schluck.
“What if...*ungh*...I make her...*ungh*...pregnant?” said Luthor.
He didn’t stop fucking her as he asked the question; his orgasm was
only seconds away.
“Too late for that now,” said Joker with a giggle.
“Besides, I’ve pumped so much semen into her cunt this week, I doubt
there’s any way around it...she’s going to have kittens for sure.”
Between grunts and moans, Cheetah managed to voice her own thoughts on
the matter: “I
don’t...care...as long as...*ungh*...you keep...keep fucking me...oh,
God!...oh, yes!” Then she was
lost once again in the pleasure of cock. Joyous,
wonderful cock, hammering in and out of her, sawing against her little flesh
button of bliss, making her explode in wet ecstasy.
Cheetah’s
orgasmic surrender was just too much for Joker.
His eyes crossed, and little globs of sticky white goo erupted from his
dick, dribbling onto the couch seat.
Luthor could feel his own orgasm welling up inside him; his cock was
thick and engorged, and ready to blow. Three
more thrusts was all it took, and then he could feel his load spurting inside
her womb. He gave a few more thrusts until he was empty, and then he
collapsed beside her. For several
minutes, the room was silent as each of the supervillains basked in the embers
of afterglow.
“Now tell me, Cheetah,” said Joker, “which of us do you like
better?”
Cheetah thought for a moment. “Well,
Luthor did a great job on my pussy, and his cock certainly feels wonderful...but
I still prefer you, Joker. There’s
just something about you...I don’t know, maybe it’s that drug you gave me,
but I think I’m in love with you.”
Joker raised his eyebrows. “Love,
you say? Hmmmm...interesting. You
know, Lex...I think some more experiments are in order.”