Dinah was so ready for this Bimbomancer nonsense to be over with. Taking down a whole bunch of goons by herself left her more tired and much worse for wear than she would have been if she'd had any actual backup, and she wasn't happy with Helena or Barbara for leaving her to fend for it all herself. She was too tired to even think about chiding them, though; the frustration of her heavy limbs was enough for her to be willing to call it even if tonight ended with the Bimbomancer locked up for her to never have to her about ever again. It wasn't a big ask. Not after what she'd had to do by her damn self all night.
Arriving at one of Barbara's safehouses that she'd never seen before, Dinah was too tire to be on edge. She was sore, she was aching, she was irritated beyond all sense, and the first thing she wanted to do when she got up there was roundhouse the Bimbomancer and drag him off herself. Tonight needed to be over, and it needed to be over hours ago. She dragged herself up the stairs of the unassuming apartment building where Babs hid out a stash of gear, a place she'd dragged criminals to when she needed a place to hold them. Reinforced and locked up tight, hooked up with a deceptive amount of work meant to hide it and its purpose, soundproofed beyond reason. It was a safehouse. Everything that she expected there to be. It was a teammate's hideout, nothing to be concerned about, and she accepted it without much thought or worry. Why wouldn't she?
One step in the door, and she was jumped.
"Her mouth!" yelled Helly, wrangling Dinah's arms behind her back and shoving her forward. "Daddy, her mouth is dangerous, fill it!"
"I have it," Rae-Rae said, muttering an incantation under her breath.
Dinah's first instinct was to pitch forward, trying to throw the weight of her mystery attacker over her shoulders before she even realized from the voice who it was. Helly knew she would, though, wrenching back hard and grounding herself against the momentum, trying to yank Dinah the other way around instead. They knew each other too well, but the element of surprise on coordinating an ambush won out in breaking this stalemate up before it could even start. Dinah sucked in a deep breath to let loose her fierce and shrill scream, but she sucked down more than air; a thick, otherworldly tentacle forced its way into her throat, conjured by Rae-Rae to silence her. The tentacle emerged from a magic circle over Raven's palm.
"Got her." Even in the dimly lit safehouse, Rae-Rae's smile exuded intense smugness over this situation. She had to play a part in subduing Dinah, had to get her name in there and not let Helly have the moment all to herself. She needed to insert herself into this, had to make sure the Bimbomancer knew she was contributing. Helly would not have this moment all herself. She made sure of it.
"We've got you, slut," said Helly. "I think you'll make a good fat-titted blonde bitch for daddy. And he'll thank me for getting you here."
Dinah couldn't say any of the things she wanted to say thanks to the tentacle lodged down her throat. She was a furious, aching mess, but the tentacle plunging down her throat and making her body shiver in pure frustration, she felt powerless here, trapped in a fit of desire and frustration wearing at her, an unfocused burn of pure desire making her need to give in to this deeper. The plunging tentacle rammed forward, the sloppiness and chaos of trying to break her down. The pull on her arms and the tentacle fucking her mouth disarmed her, left her stuck and confused while the lights in the safehouse turned on to a downright blinding brightness. Especially coming off of the slick and shiny abs of an oiled up Bimbomancer striding forward, shirtless and brushing his messy hair back.
"Not bad. Cute leather babe you've got there, like to see her on my arm at the beach. Just wish those tits were bigger." The Bimbomancer strode forward, approaching her with long strides, his hand reaching for her chin and making her turn her head toward him, off to the side a little. The tentacle remained lodged in to silence her. "Apparently you scream. Righteous. I think I can make you scream a different way, if you wanna feel it."
Dinah thrashed harder against Helly's tight grip, but she couldn't find the strength to overcome her. She'd taken a beating trying to handle the whole mess of goons by herself. It left her tired and ripe for the picking, but the Bimbomancer getting his hand onto her was even more damning, melting her even harder. The powerlessness the Bimbomancer's presence invoked made her melt, made her into a gooey wreck sinking deeper. Her thoughts grew hazy and her focus melted a little bit. Throbbing embarrassment got to her, and she felt the wear of deeper craziness, something meant to push her deeper.
"I wanted a bodacious blonde chick anyway. We're gonna have some fun." Moving his hand down from her chin, he went for her tits, groping them in her leather corset top, fondling her with reckless, shameless aggression now. Greedily, shamelessly squeezing at her tits, he pushed himself shamelessly forward into the growing delight of objectifying her, making his new toy shift and writhe in his hands, struggling to lean away from him but finding it impossible to. Dinah couldn't get away, the wrenching pressure holding her tightly in place. She was trapped here, held under his touch, getting groped and toyed with harder, the overbearing attention aggressively seeking to use her harder, to defile her body so utterly.
Her head swam with a lot of confused feelings she wished she could parse out. Her attempts to focus on what she needed to do and fight these presences off fell away. It didn't even occur to her in full that it was Helena behind her thanks to the uplift of something empty in her voice. Dinah felt warmth radiating off the Bimbomancer. Too much warmth, making her shudder under his touch and fall into harder, hotter, deeper frustration. She had no idea how to pull herself from these attentions, but the deeper she sank into it, the more that she was trapped in a state of accepting frustration, ashamed of how easily she let him push her around. It felt like something she was doomed to have to accept, delving into this mess with less and less idea how to save herself. She couldn't process all the burning feelings tearing at her.
"Turn this hot babe around, I'm gonna fuck her ass," the Bimbomancer said. "Gotta appreciate all of these radical curves. Gonna have you at the beach while I hit the waves and then you're gonna suck my dick for cutting through the sickest, gnarliest chops."
Half of what the Bimbomancer said didn't even make sense to Dinah, and it wasn't because she was confused. The burning sweep of these wild and delirious feelings kept her trapped in this strange mess, the deeper frustration of a confused heat she felt she had no good answer to. His hands were all over her, greedily wearing at her without sense, without control. It was a weirder and more intense attention, meant to push her to the overwhelming rush of heat making this all feel so much more baffling than she was prepared to face. But before she could even fully assess how badly she needed to stabilize herself and escape these shames, the weight of something uglier came bearing down upon her.
Batslut came through with handcuffs, and the sight of Barbara with outrageously plump tits stuffed into a leotard, her cape still flowing behind her but now see-through so her ass was visible, her bat cowl-horned glasses pushed up over her eyes, all served to break Dinah's will that little bit more. "I've got this. I know how to tie someone up for shibari, but who has that much focus and time? This'll do. Hi Dinah." She reached behind her teammates, back and locked her hands up in the cuffs, letting Helly loosen her grip and twist Dinah around. Helly made Dinah instead face her, the blonde's eyes widening in misery even deeper at the confirmation Helena had betrayed her.
And of what she'd been turned into.
The tentacle followed her so that it could keep her mouth plugged up, cutting her off from being able to speak even still, which held her firmly in place and a powerless, shameful heat she couldn't pull herself from. She was trapped here, unable to speak for herself, unable to make this better, leaving her only to look up with gleaming misery at the woman who betrayed her, unable to ask why.
But Helly knew. "We needed this," she said. 'We need to be the Bimbomancer's babes. We all do. I did it because I care. You'll see. Daddy will love having you, and he'll love me for giving you to him, just like Batslut."
"That's me now, by the way," said Batslut. "I'm Batslut. You'll need a new name."
"We all get new names," Helly said. "I'm Helly now. Daddy chose it for me."
The sight of her friends turned into such hopeless fuckdolls for the Bimbomancer filled Dinah with dread, an unwavering terror at the thought of what she was about to be turned into, about the ways she was doomed to fall this same way. Helly pulled her down and bent her forward at the waist, while the Bimbomancer ripped her fishnets apart and tugged her leotard aside. Her panties never stood a chance, and his hands crept all over her bare ass and groped with merciless joy across it, she felt the wear of pure shame upon her, the ache of something she knew she was about to suffer under hard.
The tentacle in her throat kept her from pleading for him not to. The way that her friends had been warped was even scarier than if they had simply turned on her. Something dark was happening here, something that twisted and contorted women into unrecognizable caricatures, and if she couldn't get free, the same thing was going to happen to her, a prospect that didn't need much time to sink in as a nightmare she had to try and avoid. But she couldn't. The Bimbomancer's hands were upon her, and as he kneaded her ass, she felt the helplessness plunge her into something much deeper than she was sure she could; fight off, the struggle she was about to face and about to lose to. Completely.
"Let's get this going on," said the Bimbomancer, fishing his cock out and pressing it up against Dinah's puckered hole. "You do anal?" he waited, taking a whole minute to even remember she was muffled. "Oh, right. The tentacle. Bogus. Well, I hope you like anal."
Judging by the muffled sound of pure agony that Dinah made when he buried his cock into her, she did not.
Unrestrained slams got to work at pounding into Dinah's ass, stuffing up her backdoor and forcing it loose. His thick and oversized cock pounded ruthlessly into her with only one goal, and the sweeping insanity behind it made her feel powerless, made her body shiver through the desperate and raw shame of every feeling she wanted to avoid. Revulsion consumed her, but it didn't mean much under the sweeping hate that began to push her limits, toying with her thoughts and making her have to succumb to his touch, melting under a dominance and a harshness she was fundamentally terrified of. Everything that came crashing down upon her was a dark mess meant to make her melt, make her shudder her way through shivering agony. The abject chaos of what continued to push her down made her feel weirder, hotter, the burning heat of something she was certain would be her undoing.
The Bimbomancer was ruthless about pounding into her with ruthless joy, the greed and satisfaction keeping up these sloppy attentions, a worsening mess he was happy to keep pressure up with. Everything he could do to her carried him to feel better about wearing her down, forcing her to keep giving in to these burning heats. He fucked her deep, loosening her hole up, carelessly seeking to make the most of this opportunity, to have all the shameless, twisted fun he could. "You're gonna make such a babe!" He was excited about this, relishing in this pleasure, pounding up Dinah's ass and savouring the throbbing heat getting to him. It was such a mess, a disastrous burn of heat tearing across her with only one goal in mind. He wanted to bend her her into the brilliantly slutty image he had in mind for her as his plaything, as the chance to make her give in to this hotter embarrassment. It was all about making her have to fall into it, made her succumb to the outrageous ideas.
Dinah's body ached under the weight of his attention, the tremble of confusion and heat making her have to give in to all of this, succumbing to the outrageous sensation of pure need that made her body shudder into a hotter crash into the deep end. It wasn't what she wanted to feel at all, but the choice was simply taken from her, forcing her into the deeper shame of having to face the mess upon her. This huge cock rearranging her guts left her awash in feelings she had no control over, shivering harder through the demanding chaos raining down on her. She couldn't stop this, couldn't get any ground against the storms that ripped across her. The Bimbomancer did everything to crush her will, and she continued to unravel under these hotter attentions, senseless and chaotic, keeping up this brutal attention.
"Fuck her, daddy. Fuck her ass and turn her into a fat titted, silicone-stuffed fuckdoll. I called her over just for you. I love you, daddy!" Helly's shrieks were shameless, built on a foundation of desperate need to please. She craved the Bimbomancer's attention, needed him to love her. She did so much to give in to this all, and she was happy to embrace the obsessive and chaotic need keeping her needing more. Incredible heat did more and more damage to her, pushing her thoughts into this crashing mess, sloppy and desperate, a demanding chaos she was stuck having to give herself in to now.
"Yeah, I know you do, babe," said the Bimbomancer, his hands firm on Dinah's' waist to keep pounding away, leveraged for the sloppy thrill of deep, wicked slams carrying him further along, the deepening excitement keeping him wanting to really lay into her, keeping up a pace built on such sloppy and senseless chaos that it all stopped feeling real. With full commitment to breaking Dinah in, the Bimbomancer could not slow down his hips, pounding into her guts and making sure she was put through her paces. It was the only way to properly make sure he landed this babe good and proper, and his hips were reckless in the pace they struck, ion the harsh vigor of making sure he pushed in nice and deep again and again, recklessly seeking to have his way with her, to push her to the state of complete servitude and surrender that the moment called for.
Unaware of just how doomed she already was and what was happening to her, Dinah thrashed with less urgency than she would have if she maybe understood the sheer depth of her ruin. The Bimbomancer's corruptive presence tore at her without her understanding, and she continued to twist in helpless panic, just like the other girls did. The pleasure burning across her body invited upon her the most senseless and most chaotic of feelings. Pleasure forced itself upon her with an unwanted and senseless crash, a heated unraveling leaving her panicked, baffled, unable to deal with the hopeless confusion making her fall into his clutches harder, unable to escape from the relentless and shameful chaos keeping her in a place of pure ruin. It was already too late for her and she didn't even know that yet.
But the Bimbomancer did, smacking her ass and keeping up his wicked pace. Unrestrained attention and adoration for her gorgeous body kept him pushing on harder, craving the satisfaction and aggression of deeper excitement. He was hooked on what he could do to her, on the shape she was about to take. Everything swept with hotter joy upon him, keeping him wanting to shove on with single-minded aggression. "Get ready for this, babe. Gonna be so radical."
That wasn't the warning that Dinah needed in advance of him cumming inside of her. The sudden flood of hot spunk filling up her ass caught her off guard, a surge of sensation she didn't want. Her own body melted into an orgasm too, into the sweeping shame of sloppy panic, the cloying unraveling of her thoughts. Her body gave in, the complete collapse of decency and dignity taking her into a place where she was doomed. Fully doomed. Her legs gave in, a shivering, shaky burn of pure madness leaving her in a state of wild confusion now. She was spent, ruined, broken down into a state of complete acceptance where all she could process was her own defiling.
"I've got the mirror!" shouted Star, rushing in to the room with the mirror she had ripped off of the bathroom wall, too dumb to even think that she shouldn't have misused her super strength for that. Nobody cared, though; a room full of giggly bimbos surrounded Dinah, and the Bimbomancer was just too chill to care or worry about it.
But to look upon herself brought on more issues than the hideout's integrity or if it was intact or not. Dinah was faced with the new her. The corrupted her. The her who was the victim of the Bimbomancer's utter control now over her, in a way that was utterly sinister and destructive in its insane consequences. She stared at herself in those moments of her mind slipping away, beholding what she'd become. She'd become a living Barbie. Tanned, fat titted, fat lipped, slim waisted, round hipped, long legged, with her corset turned into a slim, pink tube of a dress that showed too much thigh and too much cleavage while flaunting her body perfectly. Heavy make-up, a clearly fake tan, and a new shine to hair now straight and sleek for her liking.
With the tentacle still in her mouth, she wasn't able to giggle, left staring enthralled at her own demise and the shudder of pure embarrassment she was doomed to here, the shameful confusion of all the weirdest of feelings now. Her demise was full, and as she stared at herself, she knew it was over. She knew she had no choice here.
"Is she broken now?" asked Helly. "Did it work, daddy?'
"Hey Rae-Rae, get the tentacle out," the Bimbomancer said. Raven's tentacle fell away, fading off into nothingness and freeing her up, letting Dinah's mouth he free. "Feeling good, babe?"
Dinah giggled, rattling against her cuffs and smiling up at him. "You fucked my ass so hard!"
"Righteous! Uncuff her, Helly. I wanna see her."
Helly did her part, unlocking Dinah's handcuffs. "She needs a new name, daddy. She can't be Black Canary anymore."
"Black Canary," muttered the Bimbomancer. "Hm. Canary. Ary. Airy! Your name is Airy now."
"Okay!" gasped Airy. "Why?" She was too much an airhead to even process she was being called an airhead, the perfect bimbo blonde too dumb to function. Perfect for him now.
"Oh, I'm gonna like you," the Bimbomancer said. He grabbed her by the hair and pushed himself forward, replacing the tentacle that had been in her mouth with his cock. The tentacle left her free for his attention, a hard shove into her and a push forward to savoured the sheer joy of making this moment his. He was out to have his way, forcing his way into her throat and having his way with her. He went ass to mouth on his new toy, a toy who wasn't even remotely ashamed of it, not was she afraid of pushing forward to give in to this, melting into the sloppy fascination and chaos of wild pleasure, the deeper joy and thrill of wanting to go all out on her, and ready to make her submit to him.
Bright, peppy, and completely committed to what was asked of her, Airy settled in on her knees, grabbing the Bimbomancer's hips and holding herself firmly in place before him, ready to accept the strokes deep into her throat, the stud fucking her mouth with his big cock and her head spinning while she gave in to this. To jam down onto his cock like a shameless slut and hopelessly submit to his dominance made her feel so good, keeping her needing to give in to him, awash in the obsession and the fire of a deep acceptance of every lust making her fully succumb.
"What a hot babe," groaned the Bimbomancer. He gripped her hair tight, keeping her working along his cock, staring down at the blonde bimbo in front of him, a vital piece of the puzzle that had long been missing from his harem, even if he liked his other babes. Something about seeing a blonde girl with huge tits slurping on his dick just hit right, kept him excited and engaged in the pleasure and in the idea that more awaited him. He was focused on her, on the ways he could turn her into a total plaything for him, but in trying to, he didn't realize the ways his other bimbos were needily teeing up for their chance to continue getting his attention and his approval.
Rae-Rae and Helly came up to his sides, both of them squishing the huge tits he gifted them up against his sides, girls fawning over him and clinging to him with their hottest passions, the desire and need they couldn't possibly ignore.
"Please, daddy, tell me I did a good job," whined Helly. She needed credit for selling out her teammate to him.
"I was there to plug her mouth up right away. I hope you noticed how good a job I did." Rae-Rae wasn't about to let Helly have all his attention, demanding that she continue to give in to this.
"Yeah, yeah! Teamwork. You babes both did great work. Totally bodacious." His hands left airy, and he reached for two fistfuls of bimbo ass, groping them shamelessly. "Gimme some kisses, babes." He didn't seem to understand the degree to which they were bitterly fighting for his attention and wanting to get one over on the other. Their urgent, hopeless passion eluded him, and he focused only on groping them, on keeping up his lusts, and seeking the desire and the heat he wanted more of. "I'll fuck you both real hard once I'm done with this blonde slut."
Now in charge of the blowjob and having to do the work herself, Airy grabbed the Bimbomancer's cock, gripping it firm and sucking him with a sloppy pace all her own. Back and forth with the strokes of her hand along his cock, trying to give up to all of these senseless delights, a pleasure and an attention she was ready for. It felt so good, keeping her wanting to really work with these ideas. "Your cock is so big," she gasped, a giggly wreck drunk and dizzy in the face of growing desire, keeping up her attention on him with the singular, desperate need to accept this. She felt the pleasure wash hotter over her body, a strained burn of sloppy fascination and obsession that kept her tightly clenched in the face of these feelings, a drowning plunge into all of the most senseless and embarrassing of emotions.
Slapping his cock down upon her face, giggling in empty-headed joy, slurping on his balls... Airy gave herself in to a total package adoration of the Bimbomancer and his package. She didn't want to do anything less, committing herself now to the ugly joys and overwhelmed excitement of giving him what he wanted in full. She was happy only to embrace the idea of losing herself, melting into obedient service, accepting the hotter and deeper desire of giving in to this. She felt hungry here, like she was ready to give in completely, like the pleasure was only going to grow hotter and more out of control under the joy of giving in to all of it. This was a moment of pure desire for her, the chance to give herself to all the pleasure that demanded she fall apart. There felt like no other option for her, no control, no reason. Just the ungrounded surrender and submission that kept her needing to give up.
With two hands on the asses of his most loyal bimbos and his newest girl slobbering on his dick, the Bimbomancer had it made. He relished in the control and the power of this position, unable to contain his delight. "So sexy. So cool. You chicks are the best." Star, Princess, and Batslut weren't as ambitious about jockeying for his attention, happy to take their time and to have his affection when they got it. But the conniving bitterness of the two girls staring daggers at one another while they took turns making out with their man signaled the utter depravity and hate that continued to push them both along into this mess. Ruinous aggression and throbbing hatred. They were out to tear one another apart, ready to stop at nothing for the chance to rip down the progress they made, to have the Bimbomancer all to themselves. These other girls weren't threats, but they were.
In the middle of it all and blissfully unaware, Airy did not have a single thought in her head. There was more cock in her than brain right now, and she was happy that way. It was her normal state of being, the 'right' way for her to exist. Sloppy and obsessive, she continued her reckless pace at slurping down her daddy's cock and giving him what eh wanted, even if she was no longer getting his eyes and his attention. She knew what mattered, and she threw herself into getting it, committed above all else to the obsessive and the chaotic, to a desperate need to keep up this pace and prove her loyalty as best she could. And to suck on a fat dick, of course. That was the most important part.
A girl like Airy had needs.
"Gonna cum so hard," groaned the Bimbomancer, his hips rocking harder back and forth, keeping up the feeling of pure desire and heat that consumed him. He felt ready to give himself to this in full, too horny and too hungry to resist the needs challenging him so deep. "Pull away Airy, I wanna cum all over your hot new bod."
Airy gave him what he wanted, yanking back and getting both hands onto his cock to stroke him to completion all over her. She was shameless, forward, giving in to the pleasure at its most hopeless and letting him feel the excitement sweep across him. Unrestrained and shameless delight built on a foundation of complete insanity now. He wanted it so bad, and as he let loose his ropes of hot spunk all over her face, he baptized Airy in the sweeping ecstasy of making her surrender, teaching her to submit fully to his cock and his control, ready to embrace the inevitable and to let it rule her.
"Sick," he groaned. "Feel good now?'
"So much better," Airy said, trying to lick some cum off of her nose, but failing to reach it with her tongue. She was a special kind of fucked up now. "I had such a bad night, and now I feel good again. I like feeling good. I don't like feeling bad."
"We're all feeling good now, babe," said the Bimbomancer, slapping his cock down onto her face, smearing his cum around along her plumped up and heavily made-up features. "Now let's get you hot chicks back to my pad so we can party right."
It only took one night for the Bimbomancer to crush the Birds of Prey. For the trio to be turned from independent, fierce heroines to bimbo sluts reveling in how dumb and horny they were. Any other villain would have reveled in it, but the Bimbomancer didn't even seem to understand the weight of what he'd done, too busy thinking about how he was going to stack up six girls to fuck to appreciate that he'd done what countless men never could have. Two Titans, a space princess, three Birds of Prey, all wrapped his finger, and the gravity of it was lost on him.