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From: "Stephen Gray" <sgray113@hotmail.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Purple Potion 03 {S Gray} (MF mc preg solo)
Date: Wed, 21 Mar 2001 05:10:03 -0500
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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."


to be continued...

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