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January 8th 2016 Gotham City Docks 10:00 AM EDT

The next morning saw me worn out. I hadn't expected to be. With my body I'd kind of figured I couldn't GET sore the morning after a workout. But between the constant repetition of katas and the nonstop battlefrenzied fucking after we finished with them, I was actually physically exhausted. I doubted it would last too long, given my healing ability, but still, it was an accomplishment that Barbie had managed it.

She was in a good mood as she left, limping out of my house with a cheerful smile. I hadn't stuck to her ass, she had cum leaking from both holes and probably still tasted it on her tongue, but she definitely wasn't complaining. Because I knew it would turn her on I texted Dinah a picture of myself balls deep in Barbie's little bubble butt, and the return picture of her fingers COATED in pussy juice made it clear that she had appreciated it thoroughly.

Apparently her cheating fetish had some cuckquean in there too. Good to know. Sadly however today was not about meeting some sweet little bitch I was going to ruin. Today was about finally closing my very last loophole. I'd arranged to meet with Mal at the warehouse, and it was time to finally give him his serum. Hopefully he would be so grateful it would make the next part of this easier, specifically, waiting on Mal's Brand.

I'd decided that I wasn't going to use the Brands on most of my girls. Not for sexual reasons. I had Eros and Psyche to slowly press those buttons, and I wanted them as varied and interesting as possible. I could fuck the obedience into my girls with the skills I had now, and I'd enjoy the process. The Brand would be saved as a sort of minion loyalty stamp. Basically insurance people wouldn't dime me out to the League. Of course, since I couldn't give them the mental protection my women had, I would need to be careful to wear my mask around all of them, but still.

Mal wouldn't even know Nick and Mammon were the same person, and once I closed the loop by giving him the Ouroboros Serum no mind reader would be able to pluck it from his head either. I slipped into my costume, still marveling at how amazing it felt, and headed out for the warehouse, picking a nondescript car and taking the plates off it. Since the warehouse was in Gotham I gave it even odds no one would even notice the lack of plates on the car.

I had to admit, I was in a great mood. Lots of sex, some fun training, and now I was getting my first real minion. It was hard not to be stoked about my first foray into supervillainy. The best part was, I had a target now. I wasn't sure who these assholes stealing street kids were, but I was absolutely going to steal them back. Even normal kidnapping victims would be worth a pretty penny with the whole organization bonus, and any group that could foil the League was bound to be powerful.

Not to mention since I had Barbie on my team I could just redirect any anger at the League while I scooped up the profits and no one would ever know. This whole "savior of the innocent" deal would not only net me a ton of points, but it would give me a chance to slowly pivot Mal and Barbie, and any other superheroes I recruited (Dinah was going to be on my team as well as on my cock if I could help it) into a life of crime.

When I arrived I slipped out of the car, the Ouroboros Serum in my pocket, and strolled into the warehouse. I looked around for my soon to be minion, and when I saw him I winced. He was in the back of the warehouse, sticking to the shadows, but with my vision I could still easily see him and he looked...bad. Shaky and covered in sweat, it was easy to see the man was falling apart without his enhancements.

I was honestly surprised it had this big of an effect. I'd only mixed in a little coke, some withdrawal was expected sure, but this seemed way more intense than it should have been. Mal's eyes gleamed when he saw me. "Doc!" His voice was croaking and rough. He'd been fine last time I saw him, he'd gone down hill fast. He stumbled out to meet me, looking around to make sure no one saw. "Doc, what the hell is going on? You said this stuff was safe! You said one dose wouldn't do anything big."

I reached out to steady him. "Easy there, my friend. I did tell you this is an experimental trial. Stand still and let me examine you." I made a big show of looking him over, checking his vitals and so on, before finally helping him sit down. I sighed deeply. "It seems the serum was a bit TOO compatible with your physiology. The temporary changed had permanent effects on your body. Attempts to fully integrate the transformation you underwent permanently that your body can't adjust to now.

I was spouting complete bullshit of course. It was withdrawal, plain and simple. But Mal struck me as the goody goody type who had never tried drugs, so I doubted he knew what hard drug withdrawal was like. Even if he did, this was way too intense to be regular withdrawal. I blamed the fucking system. It made such good shit the poor guy was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

I gripped his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. "It's ok, my friend. Your body is even more compatible with the serum than expected. These effects will fade permanently once we introduce it into your system, and I brought it with me." I made a move to reach into my pocket, but I hesitated. "Although..." I made sure to let my voice show my uncertainty, and as expected the addled man freaked out over potentially losing his fix. I put on a concerned frown. "If your reaction is this strong I'm not sure it's a good idea to do the permanent enhancement."

His eyes widened in shock and alarm, but I held up a hand. "It's just that I worry the drastic change might impact your state of mind. When it was just a minor boost I didn't mind giving it to you and letting you go on your way. I wouldn't feel right giving you an unknown level of power and just unleashing you on the world. If you worked for me for a while, stayed nearby so I could monitor or test you, that would be a different story. Would you be willing to do that?"

His face hardened, and he pulled himself up a bit. "I don't think that's a great idea Doc. You told me this was safe, now I find out it isn't and you're holding out on me for the cure? Doesn't exactly sound like someone I want to work with." Which was good. People value things more when they're invested in them. With the mental resistance already sorted I'd realized that the Brand was an extra layer of security at best. I could afford to be patient and draw this out, hell I'd get a bigger payout when I got his loyalty if I buffed him a bit more anyway.

So, playing the long game here, I slumped against the wall, raising my hands to my mask. "I'm sorry. You're right. It's just...after what happened to Nicholas I'm reticent to send one of my patients out into the world unsupervised." It had occurred to me that a tragic backstory could muddy the timing of my abduction a bit and that Mal would end up being an asset once he got his mental resistance either way.

As expected, he looked concerned. "What happened to Nick? Is he ok?" He sounded genuinely worried, which was kind of heartwarming. Mal was a nice guy, and I made a note to keep an eye out for him in the future when I got more minions. Make sure he had enough meat shields as it were. Still, at the moment he was going in the exact direction I wanted him to go, and making it that much easier to reel him in later once I'd managed to earn some real loyalty instead of just forcing him to submit.

I sighed. "He's...healing. I just wasn't aware I'd made him a target until it was too late. I had no clue there was a group of people kidnapping potential experimental targets off the streets. The enhancements I gave Nicholas made him a tempting asset for them, and they grabbed him a few days ago." I was purposefully vague there. Barbie might have reason to keep track of the date and small scale timeline but Mal didn't so i bit of vagueness could fudge things later on down the line. "I've been working with Nicholas and an associate of his who doesn't know about me to try to find the culprits, but I don't want to get another innocent person involved in this if I can't protect them."

I'd have to tell Barbie about Mammon later, telling her I'd already been altered and "coming clean" about how I knew Mal. But with everyone involved immune to telepathy and sure they were on the right side this would actually be less suspicious than the Brand. Better to get that applied slowly later on to make sure it was as subtle as possible. It had caused a ton of complications before so I wanted to understand a bit better first anyway, and I already had a non League adjacent subject in mind for testing.

Mal put a hand on my shoulder. "Doc. I get it. I'm sorry I misunderstood you. But, I'm not scared of some kidnappers. In fact, I want to help out too. Nick is a pal, even if he's a recent one, and you've put a lot of effort into helping me. So I'll take the serum, and we can work together to take down whoever is targeting your patients. I've got your back on this." His voice was steady, and I had to respect the nerve that let him just shove aside the withdrawal symptoms like that when he though someone was in danger.

I pulled the vial out of my pocked and handed it to him. "This should be suited to your body chemistry. It's an upgraded version of what I gave you last time, with some powerful mental stabilizers to ensure maximum clearheadedness. It'll help you maintain your focus when you would normally have been in an agitated state from the euphoria of getting powers." It would also give a rational explanation for him not getting super high when he took it like the last one had done. Just in case.

He took the vial and made to drink it, but I held up a hand. "One last warning. This is a permanent change to your physique. It's going to require a thorough remodel, and it's going to last. The process is excruciatingly painful. It won't damage you in any way, just the opposite, but it will hurt." He swallowed hard but took it. He walked over to an empty spot of ground and sat down, cross legged, before popping the cap and tossing back the whole vial. His body locked up as he started to we were in a warehouse in Gotham, and literally no one would check a Gotham warehouse to find out why someone was screaming unless they were actually Batman.

As he underwent his change and I winced seeing it from the outside I thought back on my choice to leave the Brand for later and decided it was the right call. If Barbie's Brand was discovered somehow they would search the Leaguers and him having it would blow my accident story. Besides I had a much better target in mind for my first real test with the Brand. I had that weird religious sermon on crime later today, and Whispers fat jiggly ass would look amazing with an orange tattoo.

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 1:00 PM EDT

Getting Mal settled after he woke up was easy enough. I told him to take a few days to get used to his new body and then get in touch with "Nick" to work. It gave me some to tell Barbie about "Mammon", but those things were both a problem for future Nicky. Present Nicky had a boring crime survey to sit through, some talent to scout, and a thicc little redhead to bounce on his dick.

Because she had no relation to the League and would never meet them, at least not with me around, and because she was a religious fanatic who was already bugnuts, I'd decided to full on mindbreak Whisper. I wanted my girls unique and interesting but having at least one fuck puppet sounded like good stress relief, and I was going to relieve plenty with that fat ass of hers. That said, I did need to think with something other than my dick for part of the day so I used my insane bodily control to clamp down on my rising erection at the thought as I got ready to go inside.

The "sermon" was being held at a youth shelter in downtown Gotham. Which to be fair is kind of cult 101, get them while they're young and all. I could see why Whisper invited me to this particular meeting though. Lots of people my own age, more than a few of them pretty girls. Ye old lining up the bitches recruitment offer. It wasn't a bad offer, but honestly my enthusiasm for the Religion of Crime or whatever it was had waned a bit with this League mess. I'd been planning to infiltrate them for scouting, but now I was probably just going to bitchbreak Whisper and have her divert interest.

Still when I went in I got a nice friendly welcome from everyone. You would think a cult dedicated to crime would be edgy, but it had that happy cultist atmosphere you see in movies. Whisper waved at me happily from across the room calling out excitedly. "Nicky! You're here! Come meet some of the others!" Whisper was wearing a tight black long sleeve top and a matching pair of yoga pants with ugg boots. As she turned back to the others I saw that almost obscene ass again and had to clamp down on the urge to grope it right here.

Whisper, as it seemed, might have been crazy, but she wasn't stupid. I could sense her desires when I got close and I knew she was aware of what those pants did to that ridonculous rump of hers. She was enjoying getting me riled up, and didn't mind the other teens here taking a nice long look either. I couldn't get her entire kink history with this little contact sexually, but I was pretty sure she had an exhibitionist and degradation kink a mile wide, which was really going to help me out with this.

When I got to her she smiled and dismissed the group of teens she'd been talking to, turning to me. She wrapped me in enthusiastic hug with lots of body contact. One I returned unconsciously. She whispered in my ear. "You were so mean to me last time we talked. You got me all needy and left me hanging." When I didn't bother to respond she stepped back with a sweet smile. "But you're here now, and that's what matters. Enjoy the sermon Nicky, we can talk after I say my piece. I'm convinced I can make you see my point of view."

She turned and strode off, put an extra shape on those hips and bouncing those fat cheeks in a maddening display. Yup. I was gonna ruin that bitch. Still, despite her ample charms round back distracting from it, Whisper did have a commanding presence of her own. When she stepped up to the podium that had been set up in the rec room of the youth center she drew in all eyes with her sheer presence. Her beatific smile made you feel like she was really on your side, and I was betting the others were eating this up.

She raised her voice to address the room. "Friends and faithful, believers and newcomers, I am so glad you've chosen to join me here today. I'm here to speak on a subject about which I am most passionate. Freedom. Now I know most of you, know your lives and your hardships, and I know some of the things you've had to do to survive." She paused. "I see some looks of shame. That isn't necessary, there is no shame here. We don't judge you. In fact, we celebrate you, for you have seen the world for what it truly is."

She spread her hands gesturing expansively around us. "Law and order professes to be the righteous path. Follow our rules, obey our dictates, and...what? You won't get punished? Won't be locked up against your will for life? People are creatures of desire and want, we hunger for more. Fulfillment, belonging, sex, good food. But law and order does not provide these things, only imposes obstacles on the path to their achievement. I am here to tell you there is a better way. A truer way, one that fits with humanity and it's very nature."

She lifted up a massive leather bound book and let it thump on the podium. "This is the crime bible." She looked up. "I see some of you flinching away at that word, some of you looking distressed. Why? What do you fear? Is law and order truly so fragile that even speaking of crime can damage it? Surely there is no harm in listening to what I have to say. You have each been selected to come here because you've seen the truth, and acted on it. You've taken the first step to throwing off the chains of law and order."

She smiled at everyone. "I am so proud of each and every one of you. Proud to be in the presence of driven and passionate young people who saw what they wanted, what they needed, and took the steps to get it. It isn't easy to ignore the insidious voice of law and order telling you what should and should not be done. It isn't easy, but truly righteous things never are." Whisper's eyes burned with intensity and zeal, the same sort of true belief I'd been so thrown off by at The House.

She stepped out from behind the podium, pacing back and forth as she spoke. "As human beings, we deserve to succeed, to achieve happiness and fulfillment, but these things are kept away from us. We're told that society is based on order, based on law, and that following those is our responsibility. But I say that's wrong. Law is simply the rules imposed on you by a bigger, more powerful entity. Human kind was never meant to be restricted, never meant to be shackled in such a way."

She turned to a girl sitting in the front row. "Stacy. You're a beautiful young woman. You enjoy the act of physical love, you crave sex, and you discovered early that you could achieve your goals by doing what you love. You indulge your natural inclination towards sex for your own benefit, but because it doesn't fit with law and order, you're demonized for it. People call you a whore, they deride you for doing the thing you enjoy most and being paid for it, either in money or favors."

She turned to a boy next to her. "And Rodney, you don't have the money to buy the things you want for yourself or your loved ones, so you taught yourself the skills you needed to obtain them in other ways. People call you a thief, and sneer at you for taking what others never even miss." She walked back up to the podium. "But if these things are so wrong, why do they still happen? Why after thousands of years of law and order does crime still persist?"

She thumped the book. "Because it is who we are. Lust, greed, envy, wrath, these things are what is true and real in humans. No amount of shackles or restrictions can suppress what humans are meant to be. Free. Free to fight, to fuck, to steal. Free to take what we want, to HAVE what we want. Society tells us the things we feel are wrong, that they're perverse of delinquent, but if that is true then why do we ALL feel them. Why do we all experience these same urges? Why are we all pushed towards the same sins?"

She smiled at the girl. "When I mentioned to you all that Stacy enjoys sex, every male eye in this room lit up. You want to fuck her. She's young and beautiful and willing, and you wanted to enjoy her body as others have before. You crushed that instinct down, but why? Stacy enjoys sex. I'm sure she would be willing to fuck some of you if you asked. Why deny that impulse? Why deny your lust? Because of the stigma the law and order places on those free with their love? Because she's been with other men?"

Spreading her arms she gestured down to herself. "Society demonizes women like Stacy because they use what they have to gain power. She benefits from something that they can't control, so they degrade it and tell you it's disgusting. Just like Rodney. Law and order can't tax theft, they can't confine the people who take what they wish with skill and cleverness. In the end the only reason law and order don't want you to be true to yourselves is because they consider you commodities. Consider you goods that they own."

Whisper was shaking with anger now, genuine fury at the thought of being told how to live. I had to admit she was damn compelling. "The hypocrites that make the laws do whatever they want, ignore their own rules and morals and indulge their baser natures, but they tell others that doing the same is wrong, because if everyone is free they have no one to serve them. No one to benefit them. If working isn't "honest" and "right" then why would you bother with it? Why wouldn't you go out and find other ways to get what you want, like Stacy and Rodney did?"

She looked right at me this time. "Humans are meant to sin, it's why we're all pushed toward those actions. Deep down you know what is right. Your body knows. You fuck when you're horny, you steal when you want something, you fight when you're angry. This is our nature. Our truth." She closed her eyes and exhaled. "I might have gotten a bit excited there but my point stands. I'm not going to keep talking though, this was never supposed to be a longer sermon. Just an introduction for newcomers."

She gestured off to the side at a table filled with snacks. "I'm not saying go out and rob a bank or something. I'm saying think about the things you deserve. The things you really want. We can help you get them, help you unleash the truth that others make you hide. Enjoy the snacks we've provided, and if anyone is interested in hearing more, come back tomorrow. We'll have more food and drink and I'll be doing a reading from the crime bible so you can hear more about people like yourselves who are driven to get what they want."

She stepped away from the podium, leaving the bible where it sat, and walked to the back of the room, bending over to put a hand on my shoulder. "I'm going to go into the room behind that podium, I'm going to take off all my clothes, I'm going to slather myself in oil and I'm going to bend over. Someone is going to fuck me today, and I hope it's going to be you." She kissed my cheek. "Don't wait too long or one of the others might beat you to it." She turned and sauntered off to the room she mentioned and I got up to follow. The fuck I was letting someone else get that ass first. After today this bitch was mine.

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 2:00 PM EDT

I walked to the door Whisper had gone through, but I waited a minute or two before going in. I wanted to see if she would really be waiting like she said. After a minute or two I walked in, closing it behind me, and locked it before turning around. When I looked I felt my cock stiffen like fucking iron. Whisper was naked and bent over, holding her ankles and oiled from the waist down. Her shaved cunt bare and wet as she exposed herself to the door. To me or any other man that had come in here.

I walked up to her and gritted my teeth as I stared down at that fat glistening ass of hers and then I reared back and SLAPPED it. The feel of my hand being swallowed by assflesh, the crack of my palm against oiled skin, the ragged moan I tore from her throat, every single thing about that slap made my fucking balls tighten. Whisper wasn't Dinah, who I kind of liked, she wasn't Barbie who was sweet when she felt like it. Whisper was an evil crazy bitch, and I was going to fuck her like one. I was going to RUIN this slut.

I slapped her ass again and she groaned. "From the force of that slap I assume you're a big strong man. I hope that's you Nicky. Of course, even if its not I'll take that cock, but it would be a shame if that stud outside missed a day in my holes." I slapped her ass a third time and she giggled wriggled her reddening cheeks at me. "Oooh I felt that in my cunt, fuck you slap me good. Why the hand action daddy, have I been bad?" Her voice was teasing and dirty and I was fucking seething at how bad I wanted to fuck her, but I didn't yet.

I took my cock out and slapped it down between her ass cheeks grabbing hold of those fat mountains of booty meat and smacking them together around my dick. I started moving my hips back and forth, enjoying her soft slippery rump as I questioned her. "You really would have just taken dick from any man who walked in here wouldn't you? Just given up those fucking holes like the needy little slut you are. I bet you're almost disappointed it was me. I bet your cunt just drips thinking of letting some random stranger ball you in the back room."

She giggled. "Oh not at all. I've played that game more times than I can count. Did you know I've had men inside me I've never even seen? I told you that the Religion of Crime is all about not resisting your nature, and I'm a natural whore. These cheeks came in early Nicky, and all the boys made sure I knew what to do with them. Boys, men, women, I don't believe in denying what I love, and I love to FUCK. You gonna let me go now daddy? Walk away because you don't want to fuck a whore?"

I absolutely was not. I had protection from Eros and Psych, no STDs or pregnancy, and I was gonna get in this bitch's guts until she squealed for mercy. Honestly it turned me on what a whore she was, because it would be that much more of an achievement when I broke this crazy slut on my cock and she gave up every dick but mine. That said I was finding it hard to start because her fucking ass cheeks felt so goddamn good. She didn't fucking tone this thing, she just fed it tons of food and left it soft and jiggly. It was like sticking my dick in the worlds most erotic jello mold.

I gave up on the ass, for now. I'd come back to it but this bitch was begging for a proper dicking. I pulled back, setting my cock at the entrance to her cunt, having to bend my knees to get it there, and then I shoved it in. No foreplay for this bitch, she was wet and ready and my cock was all oiled up anyway. I slid all the way into her fucking guts in one shove and she squealed in surprise, then I grabbed her hips and stood up. Her feet came off the ground and she fell forward, catching herself on her fingers as she hung in the air by her hips, her cunt gripping me like a vise.

Using my superhuman strength I pulled her off me and then shoved myself back in, enjoy the waves of ass meat when I shoved myself back into her, and then I started to fuck. I started slow but hard, and as I did I talked. "You shouldn't offer things you aren't willing to give up Whisper. Because you are giving these up. Both these holes are mine now, you're going to surrender them to me and you'll never let another man into them. You're my personal property now, and you're going to like it."

As I spoke I reached into her with my gift and started making changes, shoving preferences aside and slamming in new ones, and I wasn't subtle. I made sure the things I was doing to her mind were as jarring and obvious as the things I was doing to her twat. "I'm inside your brain right now Whisper. I considered doing this slowly or being nice about it, but you don't deserve the effort. I'm rewriting the things that make you horny. I'm changing you from the inside out and you can't stop me. Can you feel it?"

I felt her cunt clench and writhe around me as she got tighter at my words, and her voice was dazed and trembling when she responded. "I feel it. Oh gods I feel it, you're in my fucking soul! My body and my heart and my mind and you're fucking invading them." Her pussy got tighter and I noticed a spike through her desires. I blinked. Holy shit this crazy bitch was getting off on this. Not because I told her too, but because this was genuinely getting her hot.

I gripped her hip with one hand a slapped her ass again, harder this time, and enjoyed the pleasure of her gripping twat convulsing when I hit her ass cheek. Fuck this was good pussy. She wasn't as tight as Barbie and I wasn't letting her work me to see if she could fuck like Dinah, but I'd never been inside a bitch this wet. I groaned in pleasure. "You sick little whore, you fucking love this don't you? Love what I'm doing to you?" I shoved in a few more desires, and obsession with dicks exactly my size and shape, a fetish for men that looked like me, and she screamed in ecstasy.

She started laughing like a lunatic. "God yes. my lord. Use me, twist me, fuck me up! All I want is to serve, to obey, to worship. This is what a real man does to a whore, this is what a fucking GOD does. Be my god, master, accept this fucking cunt in supplication." For obvious reasons that got my fucking balls churning. I had been planning to really fucking break her, but weirdly it seemed like I wouldn't have to. This bitch came pre-broken, and all I had to do was grind down the sharp edges.

I started fucking into her faster and harder. As I felt her sopping cunt squelch around me I saw an orange light start to gather on her lower back. This crazy bitch had literally given herself over to me. Some weird combination of insane mind control fetish and extreme deityphilia had her wetter than a fucking ocean and squealing in joy as she literally abandoned her control of her entire body and soul to me. It was incredibly fucking hot. I shifted the tattoo around, the tramp stamp was hard to spot but I wanted whisper to see it. I branded my mark right over her fucking womb.

I grabbed her hair with one hand, yanking her back up against me while I used my other hand to bounce her up and down on my cock. I jerked her head to the side, deciding to indulge her fetish more. "Your god is blessing your unworthy pussy with his fat cock. I don't hear any fucking prayers." I carried her to a nearby mirror letting her see the forming tattoo. I ran my fingers over it, drawing her attention to the mark. "This is my Brand. Once you take it you belong to me completely. But if you don't earn it I'll pull out now and leave you wet and twitching on the floor."

She whined, shoving her head back to stare into my eyes. "NO! Please lord! I belong to you, I feel so full and complete, I had this hole in me that stealing and cock could never fill and you came and shoved your divine power inside and filled me up." She giggled, the full on religious crazy eyes coming back, though oddly I didn't mind them as much this time. "Please master bless this filthy mortal cunt with your divine load and paint my insides with your cleansing cum."

I'll be honest I'd never considered godplay as a form of sexual kink before but this crazy bitch was bringing me around. She was so fucking hot and wet and ready for me. I really did feel like a god as she accepted every inch of me gleefully basking in the radiance of the dicking I was giving her. I fucked harder, bouncing her on my cock faster and glorying in the desperate sucking cunt as the brand finished forming. I grinned down at her as I took in the design on her stomach. "You want me to use you slut? Command your body like you're a fucking toy for my amusement?"

She nodded frantically and I walked over to a nearby table putting her feet up on it to share some of the weight when she went limp. Not because she was heavy but for balance. I pulled out of her and she whined until I shoved my whole cock into her tight little ass. She squealed as she felt my dick split her back door in two and I groaned in joy at finally getting in this fat fucking dumptruck ass, but I was far from done. The table O picked was in front of the mirror I used to show her the mark and I picked up the pace fucking her asshole even harder.

I grunted in her ear as I bounced her up and down. "Look at yourself bitch." She did, her eyes wide with manic joy as she took in the sight of me bouncing her on my cock. I looked down at the Brand and with a vicious grin I said. "Cum." Her whole body locked up and her asshole clenched as her cunt fountained out pussy juice. "Again." Her muscles seized and her eyes went wide as she came a second time concurrently. "Cum again." Her face turned red as she held in her screams and her eyes rolled up. I laughed and bounced her hard on my cock, enjoying her tight little asshole as her cunt squirted all over the fucking room like a firehose.

Every bounce I ordered her to cum again, make her muscles lock up harder and her face turn redder I was getting so fucking close to coming and I grinned down at her tiny shaking body and fat clapping ass. I sped up, getting ready to cum and as I unloaded into her ass I grunted. "Your asshole, your cunt, your clit, your tits, and every other erogenous zone on your body. Orgasm from every one of them at once." She screamed, the sound tearing from her lungs as her whole world dissolved in a white haze of pleasure and I unloaded my balls into the most gloriously clenching hole I'd ever been in with a roar.

I pulled her off my cock and dropped her twitching on the table as I slumped into a nearby chair. Nobody came to check on her, I was guessing the other church members knew what Whisper liked to do with her off time. That was fine, they would get used to the new Whisper. I knew she wouldn't be chasing cock anymore. Even if I hadn't claimed her, the things I'd just done to her body weren't anything another man could ever match. Whisper's understanding of sex was completely shattered, and even if she somehow ended up fucking another man someday he would be a complete disappointment. This little slut was mine now. I was her god. I really loved my life.

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 3:00 PM EDT

[ Congratulations host! I rank member of B rank Religious Organization Religion of Crime stolen. Averaging point value, averaging difficulty. Deducting rank for non-powered human conquest. Deducting rank for low ranking target. Theft value G rank! One thousand points awarded!]

I blinked at that. Not exactly the ten thousand I got last time but admittedly Whisper was much less impressive as a person than Barbie. I smirked a bit and looked over at the glorious oiled up naked ass on the table in front of me. Well...in some ways. I enjoyed the site of it immensely, so I slapped it, hard. There was a gasp as Whisper jerked awake and blinked up at me, before her eyes widened and she scrambled down off the table to kneel in front of me. "My lord!

I'm sorry, I was so lost in pleasure I showed you something shameful."

Ok that...that was neat. I reached down to grab her chin gently, tipping her head back. "It's fine Whisper. I have plenty to talk to you about, but you can multitask. Speaking of which, I have your dirty asshol filth all over my cock, why don't you clean me up while I tell you about your new life." It had been a few minutes and I'd buttoned my pants, but I might not have time for a shower soon and killing two birds with one stone worked fine. Whisper lit up in joy as she fished out my cock to give me one of the sloppiest, most enthusiastic blowjobs I've ever had.

She didn't have Barbie's lack of gag reflex, but she seemed to be happy about that as she literally gagged herself on my cock on purpose staring up at me in adoration as she shoved herself down my dick, like she was a puppy looking for approval for doing a nice trick. I admit, I got a bit distracted from my point as I grabbed a fistful of that glorious red hair and gave her the roughest face fuck I could manage without choking her out, and by time I nutted in her throat she had a dazed look on her red, tear streaked face. I patted her cheek lightly. "Good girl."

Her whole body shuddered in pleasure. I walked over to a nearby chair and sat down. "Lap." Whisper was up and across the room at Flash speeds dropping into my lap joyfully and giving a pleasant springy bounce as she landed because all her extra padding around back. She stared at me intensely. "Don't get take this the wrong way Whisper, but WHY exactly are you so enthusiastic about this? I didn't get a chance to add any positive feelings to mind control really, and my Brand only makes you do things not think them. So why are you so...happy?"

Whisper cuddled against me. "I've been religious for most of my life my lord. I was brought into the cult young, one of the deacons of the religion saw my fat little ass and decided to keep me. But despite my enthusiasm for the cause, my true belief in our tenants, I always felt...neglected. Other religions venerate a god, they know the safety and warmth of being totally devoted to one being, but mine never did. I envied that, but I couldn't bring myself to worship some far off figure who spouted lies about love and peace."

She tilted her head back to look up at me adoringly. "But when you conquered my soul my lord, I knew I'd found a god on this mortal plane to take me in hand. To guide my to his will. All I want is to serve you lord, to belong to you." She kissed her way up my jaw to murmur in my ear. "And someday, I hope to earn the right to bear your holy seed in truth, and bring forth your divine scions." She shuddered again. "Will you accept this unworthy vessel lord? Will you shape me into an instrument of your will?"

The basic empathy I had with girls I was fucking told me she was being honest. I hadn't needed to add a mind control kink, because Whisper already had a submission kink to all things godly a mile wide. Also a breeding kink apparently. I reached down to pet her sweaty, messy red hair. "You couldn't escape if you wanted to slut." I felt a spike of lust. "But as explained, I own that fat ass, so lets talk about ground rules. First off, you won't fuck other men, I don't care if you slut out some girls, but you will send me videos if you do."

I pawed at one of thick jiggly cheeks as I talked, glorying in the casual use I had of her body. I'd been right at the fights, being her god was pretty amazing. Her fat rump was sweet and springy and soft and I groaned. "Fuck, get up and bend over the table, I want another butt job." She bounced up happily, scurrying over to the table wriggling halfway onto it so her feet were off the ground and her ass was at waist level. I'd just gotten my dick cleaned so I decided not to butt fuck her again, just wrapping those huge warm cheeks around my cock again and leisurely using them to enjoy myself as I talked.

I blinked, distracted by warm oily ass meat for a minute. "Wait, where was I? Oh, rules. No telling anyone that you've been Branded, hide your tattoo as best you can without being suspicious and if anyone does see it just say you got it yourself. Also obviously if I call, you'll drop what you're doing and come take my cock, though you'll inform me if doing so will compromise your position here. Any questions." Whisper was knuckle deep in her own cunt, enjoying the sensation of her lord using her fat ass to satisfy himself, but she shook her head quickly. "No my lord, your devoted whore understands. May I ask a boon? I'll follow your orders of course regardless but I have one fervent desire." I made an inquisitive noise, curious about her ask. "Will you bless my unworthy cunt with your seed lord? You've already gifted my ass with your radiance, can you paint my unclean insides with your divine gift?"

Now listen, people talk a lot of shit about not sticking your dick in crazy. Those people are way too general. Sticking your dick in OTHER people's crazy is what gets you in trouble. When it's YOUR crazy, when you own that lunatic slut body and soul, nothing is more enjoyable than sticking your dick in crazy. So obviously, I shoved my cock into her sopping pussy. I didn't hit any of her buttons, I didn't make her mega orgasm, she didn't want that. She wanted to be used, to be a hole for me to stroke my cock with until I emptied my balls into her. It took about five minutes in that snug little twat before I came in her, and I enjoyed her twitching around me as she came too just from receiving my load.

I pulled out with a satisfied groan, giving her a sharp slap on that ass as a good job and then zipped myself back up. I wasn't horny anymore for now, though if Whisper didn't get dressed I was going to get there pretty soon. I walked back over to my chair and slumped down. "Your brain still working, slut?" Even without manipulation her orgasm at the feeling of me nutting her pussy had been a wet, screaming mess of joy and exultant fulfillment. I honestly think she might be new favorite fuck. Then I thought about and dismissed that thought, nah, I couldn't choose.

She cooed and wriggled around. I heard her murmuring to herself. "A blessing, a divine favor from my lord, so warm, so beautiful." I blinked a bit, wondering if I should tell her she couldn't get pregnant without my express permission. I decided she would enjoy that, but I would let her squirm around and enjoy my cum inside her a bit more, it was really hot for me to watch.

While she had her minor religious experience I took my phone out, noticed a text and dialed a number. As it rang I put the phone against my shoulder. "Don't make a sound while I'm on the call except breathing." All noise from Whisper immediately cut off, and I smiled. Man having someone to abuse the Brand with was nice. I could take out all my desired to play with Barbie on Whisper. I could even test our my minion merge. The phone picked up. "Hey, Mal, it's Nick, what's up man? Just got your text sorry. I was in the middle of something."

His voice sounded relieved. "Shit man, you scared me. I heard from the Doc about your kidnapping a while ago. I'm so sorry, i didn't even know. Why didn't you say anything? I feel like an asshole for just chatting away at the club and even worrying that you might spill about my enhancements." It was touching of him to check on me, this what what minions should be like. Though speaking of minions... I snapped my fingers at Whisper, pointing to my dick after watching her wriggle like a happy puppy over my cum for a minute or two got me hard again.

Maybe a bit rude to get my dick sucked on the phone but she wasn't able to make noise and I had perfect control of myself, plus playing the good guy got boring, and it was a lot more fun with a pretty mouth around my cock. Once she'd started I got back to talking. "Oh I'm fine man, no reason to worry. I got away from them, though I did have some...not so nice times in their care. Now I'm working with Batgirl to try to track them down. She just approached me out of nowhere, it was crazy. "

I left the guesses as to whether I knew Barbie's identity and was keeping it secret or whether I was as oblivious as most people about capes up to him as Whisper gargled my balls in the most delightful way, the girl knew some tricks. I palmed one of her modestly sized tits, which was still perky despite being a C cup at best, as I responded. Dinah had spoiled me for tits. "Anyway, Doc mentioned you wanted in on the search. I can talk to Batgirl if you want. She's kind of hard to reach, but I can usually get in touch after a day or two."

Mal gave a sigh of relief. "Thanks man. I just...I feel like you and Doc gave me this gift, and it's wrong not to share it with others to help people. It just feels good to give back." I gave a distracted 'hmmm' as I gave my cock to the back of Whispers throat holding her head down and enjoying the fluttering of her clenching throat on the head of my dick. Her face was red with lack of oxygen but she couldn't make any noise so she just twitch on my cock for a minute before I let go. Mal started talking again, but I was barely listening.

I cleared my throat. "Hey man, sorry I'm a bit tied up right now. I'll set up the meeting with Batgirl and get back to you ok?" He agreed and I hung up. I raised an eyebrow at Whisper. "I said quiet bitch not lazy. What kind of stupid whore forces her own god to throat himself when she's sucking him. Now do it right, and still no noise. I'm calling my other redhead and I don't feel like listening to her sulk about me getting head from someone else. You better get my nut before the call ends or you won't orgasm for a week." I smirked as she got back to work while I dialed Barbie's number. Fuck I loved my life.

January 8th 2016 Gotham City 8:00 PM EDT

I groaned, slumping into bed. I'd explained my newest lie to Barbie, telling her I'd been targeted by the kidnappers in the first place because of an experiment I'd been part of, then apologized to her for keeping secrets and fucked her into a puddle of smiling meat. By the time we finished she was over her annoyance and Mal had officially been welcomed into our little club. Then I went home and showered and now I was just...exhausted. Not physically really, but mentally I'd been pretty much ON for days now, and that shit was draining.

I just wanted time to myself, time when I wasn't lying or playing a part or even fucking as weird as it sounded. I had another vial of Ouroboros Serum for Zack later but I wasn't bringing him into this until I stopped needing to two step to stay alive and out of whatever the League had that passed for jail, so for the moment I was just needed something uncomplicated to do. I decided to do a bit of merging, I had like eleven thousand plus points left after Eros and Psych and the two vials or Ouroboros Serum. I could make something F rank again, and I was on the fence about what.

In the spirit of knowing my options however, there was one thing I was really curious about. "Hey Crassus, what exactly will merging do to a person? Like if I decide to make Whisper into some kind of hybrid being what is it going to change about her and how extreme will those changes be?" I'd been curious about this since I got the ability and honestly all the options in my head sounded neat but I wanted to see what my head ghost had to say about it.

[Finally remembered I was here huh? Though to be fair at least you're interesting to watch. As for what the changes are and how extreme is depends on a few factors. First the primary merging vector, obviously. If you picked Whisper than whatever she merged with would merge INTO Whisper.]

That much I knew, it worked basically the same for all my merges, but Crassus seemed like he was on a roll so I didn't want to interrupt.

[Second the similarity to what she is, merging in an animal would give her animal traits most likely, but if you merged her with a stone she would probably end up as some type of golem hybrid. Merging her with another person would result in her gaining their skills and potentially some memories.]

I raised an eyebrow. "Well that's pretty cool actually. So if I merged her with like a big ass emerald she would turn into an emerald golem or something? That sounds kind of hot." I kind of wondered what golem pussy felt like. I had a mental image of clapping those fat green cheeks as I shoved myself into a literally molten cunt, assuming I could handle the temp, and it was weirdly hot to me.

Crassus somehow projected the impression of an eye roll despite having no eyes, his voice sounding exasperated.

[I'm sure you'll be able to sample the carnal delights of women made of literal stone at some point. Regardless the results have one more large factor, which is rank. As you know the rank of a merge is an average between the rank of both ingredients, unless they're of the same rank in which case you can consider it pure benefit and it usually pushes them up to the next. The power and integration of the changes depends on this point especially in some cases, like the aforementioned golem hybrid.]

It took me a second but I got that. "Oh, so a G rank golem girl might still be soft to the touch and have more human characteristics whereas an I ranked one might be like a moving statue. Gotcha. What about raising their rank after that merge though. Do I have to keep tossing random crap into her and making her part other stuff to boost her up? Because after like ten ranks that sounds like an obnoxiously complicated process." I didn't want to end up with a gem racoon bear sword kitchen mixer hybrid or some shit.

[That's actually not an undue concern, but it's easy enough to get around. Simply merge her with higher tier versions of whatever you already merged her with. If you merge two low rank emeralds you'll get a higher rank emerald. Adding a secondary trait isn't necessarily a bad idea but getting too complicated can have unusual results. Your best bet to get her decently high ranked to begin with is to merge her with something you already merged. Using higher ranked items will help her improve, albeit more slowly and with more difficulty than a simple object.]

I made a sound of agreement. Whisper was a unique opportunity to experiment and make a totally new species. I didn't need any serums or mutagens, just something incredibly powerful. Or at least something incredibly interesting. I could go to F rank with the materials and Whisper herself would only end up being high H or low G depending on the power of what I made. Which meant I needed to come up with something fucking awesome for her. Still, F rank meant multiple ranks of inputs to work with.

Crassus didn't interrupt and I decided to start designing something mentally even if I couldn't see the actual results until I tried the merge. Luckily, I had a rich submissive yandere slut, so I texted Whisper a list of materials I wanted her to bring over, an promised her a unique reward if she managed it within the next few hours. I tinkered with a bunch of ideas before I settled on what I wanted and once I sent the text all I could do was wait.

Apparently the Religion of Crime has pretty good sources for acquisition because she showed up about three hours later with a trunk full of the things I asked for and an aura of anticipation. I had her bring everything upstairs and lay it out in my room before sitting back on my couch to look her over. She'd worn a green dress that worked well with her red hair and rode up her thighs, pushed to absurd levels of shortness by the wrecking ball cheeks stretching the back. I looked at her seriously. "Do you want power, Whisper?"

Her pupils dilated. "I want...to be of use my lord. I want to please you. If you wish me to have power I'll accept any you offer, if you want to cripple my limbs and hang me from the ceiling to serve as convenient holes for your rutting I would be overjoyed. I live to experience your will." That was...unsettlingly hot. Apparently she took this god fetish seriously, though I suspected the explosive mind shattering orgasm barrage had reinforced this behavior a bit. Still, crazy or not she was mine, so I offered her one last chance.

I made sue my tone was serious as I informed her of what I wanted to do. "I've decided to remake you in the image I want, Whisper. To create something new from you. I don't know what this will do to your mind or personality, though I believe you'll come through intact. I looked her over. That said you've been enthusiastic and accommodating so far, and I find myself reluctantly charmed. So I'll let you decided if you're willing to go through with this. If you're willing to be transformed by your god."

She fell to her knees. "I live to serve you lord. It gladdens my heart to know you're fond of me, but the things you do to me." Her eyes teared up. "You make me feel so whole, so complete. To be taken in hand by my god, to be shattered mind and body and used for your will. I've never experienced joy or pleasure like what you did to me. Never felt so...right. I have faith my lord, for the first time in my life I have true faith, and I believe that whatever I become will only be better able to serve."

It occurred to me then that Whispers life was probably very sad before she met me. She'd mentioned a few times that she got her ass early and alluded to be sexually trained from a young age. I...wasn't sure Whisper knew what actual happiness felt like. Part of me was angry about that. Not because she was abused or mistreated, that happened all the time, but because she was MINE. I walked over to where she knelt and jerked her chin up to look at me. Her lips parted as she stared up at me with complete trust.

I was a bastard, but I tried to generally take care of those who took care of me. I ran a thumb over her lips. "You are MINE. You know this." I felt the Brand burn in my mind. "I can't change your mind, can't alter your sense of self with this mark, but some part of you is going to hear what I say next and agree with it. Even if it's just your brain dumping dopamine when you think in a positive way about this. I'm going to use you. Use your body, your mind, probably your soul. I'm going to make you something else, something perfect."

She shuddered at my touch, her eyelids fluttering. "I'm telling you this because I want you to understand your worth. You're going to be the first of my remade servants, the first being to ever be reshaped by my desires, and that makes you precious. You're going to be my treasure, Whisper, my beloved possession. I'm going to parade you around in front of my enemies and watch them gape in jealousy and awe at the beauty of what I've made, and when I do, I want you to know that they're looking at YOU."

Her eyes began to tear up slightly, not from anger or sadness, but from joy. I can't say what drove me to do that, to make her feel wanted and adored, but Whisper was MINE and it didn't sit well with me that one of my possessions should be considered less valuable than it was. I was going to make her my masterpiece, and no one was going to look down on what I did, not even her. Even as I thought that I saw the Brand glowing through her dress. It looked so good on her. I shook my head, banishing the thoughts.

I turned to regard all the things she'd brought. My list was extensive and varied, some of this I'd need, some I wouldn't. There were piles of items there and based on a quick check of my GP they weren't all junk. I'd received a few thousand points for all this, bringing me up to fifteen thousand even. I scanned over the various items. Jewels, animals, food, Whisper must have mobilized quite a few of her lackeys to get all of this. I turned to the panting redhead. "I want to think over the changes before we start. You've done a wonderful job Whisper, what kind of reward would you like?"

I'd promised a 'unique reward' but that was the transformation, and she really had gone all out. I wanted to offer her something genuine for her good work. She shook her head with a happy smile. "This is my purpose, lord. I live to serve. My greatest reward is knowing I've been of use." I looked down at her smiling face, and considered what brought us here, what had driven this broken, crazy, beautiful woman to become this person kneeling in front of me, and decided that I was going to take care of her. I knelt down to kiss her softly, feeling her mewl against my lips. Now, time to turn my new treasure into something completely unique. After all, I had to have all the best toys.