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“Eat my cunt, you sweet little bitch,” Artemis said, ending Duela’s reverie by forcing her head all the way in between her legs. “Ohhh, yes. Stick your tongue in my pussy—fuck me with it. Use it like a cock and get me off!”

As Duela cautiously slid her tongue inside of Artemis, her own pussy throbbed as if she were sharing in what Artemis was feeling. And the sensations that raced in and out of her flesh—sensations filtered through Artemis, sensations that came from her submission to Artemis—were unlike anything she’d ever felt before. Her tongue went deeper into Artemis’s writhing cunt, pushing the loose folds of her sex aside as she tasted Artemis, the flavor growing stronger and stronger. Then a rush of Artemis’s cream kissed her lips. She gulped it down, choking and sputtering even as she moaned at the delicious taste.

“That’s right!” Artemis grunted, digging her fingers into Duela’s soft hair. “No man can lick a pussy like that. It takes a woman. A sweet, submissive female who understands how fulfilling it is to serve…”

“Some days I can’t tell if you’re a misandrist or a misogynist,” Jason commented as Artemis raked her nails over Duela’s soft shoulders.

“Don’t talk to me unless you’re hard again,” Artemis shot back.

Duela didn’t think she’d ever really submitted to a woman before—just Jason—so she went on instinct, trying to please Artemis as ardently as she’d try to make Jason happy. She opened her mouth and closed it slowly on Artemis’s slit, drawing her sharp teeth over every sensitive inch of pink flesh. It worked—Artemis’s cunt got hotter, feeding Duela more of her sweet juices. Duela’s eyes crossed as she rubbed her face into the rich decadence of Artemis’s pussy, covering her face in delicious juice, relishing in it with all of her senses—most of all taste.

“Very good,” Artemis purred, her eyes slowly closing. “Yes, that’s where your tongue belongs… all the way in my cunt…”

Jason was watching with interest, his balls seeming to grow fuller with fresh cum every time Duela’s tongue was swallowed up by Artemis’s red-haired cunt. He reached out and stroked the Amazon’s breasts, shutting his thumb and forefinger on a hardened nipple.

“I’m hard again,” he announced, scooting closer to them. “Let’s see if we can find somewhere to put it. Maybe your mouth, huh? Maybe that wet Duela Dent pussy that’s gotten so hot with no one to fuck it…”

Duela committed the unforgivable sin of wrenching her mouth away from Artemis’s cunt: “Yes! I want it! Stick it in me, your cock is raring to go and I am all wet, I’m super-wet, you’ll slip right on it like you’re going down a playground slide—“

Artemis shoved Duela facefirst back down into her cunt, this time wrapping her legs around the girl’s head to keep her there, looking more like she was wrestling her than getting eaten out. And with that same fierce aggression, she eyed Jason. 

“She’s already licking my cunt, so fuck my face. Ram that big cock down my throat and tell me it isn’t better than her slutty pussy.”

Duela looked up, beyond the coppery hairs that marked the beginning of Artemis’s womanhood, and saw Jason kneeling before Artemis’s face. His knees were holding down her arms, adding an element of kinky submission to the command she had given him; his scrotum lay heavily between her breasts. She reached up to lay a hand on the firm muscles of Jason’s ass.

I want your prick too, she thought, even though it was barely possible to even think of that with Artemis holding her down in her pussy. Not that that was bad, but it would’ve been so much better if Jason was fucking her pussy too. Instead, he was fucking Artemis’s mouth, something the redhead wasn’t even enjoying. It wasn’t even an erogenous zone! No, Duela could tell Artemis was enjoying the paradoxical submission, being Duela’s master and even Jason’s, but then also his slave, and most of all, a slave to the lust she felt. Being in total control and then letting it all go away so you were more powerless than ever.

Guys talked a lot about that sort of stuff while they fucked her. She guessed they thought it made her horny or whatever. She much preferred Jason telling it like it was over the bondage philosophy stuff.

“That’s the stuff, whore,” Jason groaned, jamming his cock into Artemis’s mouth until her lips couldn’t open any further. “Suck me like Duela’s sucking you. Get my cum all over your tonsils. Take my cock like a good cocksucker should.”

Duela didn’t quite like what that implied about her, but there wasn’t much she could do about it at the moment. Even if Artemis wasn’t still grinding her face into the wet folds of her pussy, she was too horny to stop plunging her tongue into Artemis. The redhead just seemed to taste better and better—almost like the glorious taste of Jason’s cock was transferring to her now that it was in her mouth, no, her throat. 

Besides, Duela had a feeling that if she got Artemis off, it would be her turn again with Jason. It was almost impossible to wait, but that very impossibility made her tender, aroused sex feel painfully wonderful. She moaned as she guzzled down another squirt of Artemis’s cream.

And Artemis gurgled a groan around Jason’s manhood as she fed Duela her juices. Her back arched as she tried to fit herself around the sexual high of being serviced by both Duela and Jason, of both of them getting off on her. She raked her nails down Jason’s back, leaving long red welts to remind him how he didn’t get anything for free—not even her gullet wrapped around his cockhead.

Jason didn’t appear to mind: “That’s it, slut!” Jason thrust harder down her throat, his firm abs smacking against her nose so hard that her eyes watered. “Show me how much you want my cum! You’ll get it real soon—just a few more seconds!”

Through a haze of lust, Duela barely managed to hear his words—really just the word ‘cum’, but she correctly guessed what he meant. She looked up and could actually see the cum gathering in his balls, bloating out his shaft as it prepared to travel into Artemis’s throat, filling her stomach until she could take no more. And that Duela couldn’t stand, her lust for Jason finally overwhelming her enjoyment of Artemis dominating her.

“Let me have some too!” she pleaded, scrambling up Artemis’s literally Amazonian height to, also literally, kiss Jason’s ass in supplication, nuzzling her face down his crack until she was surrounded by Jason’s flesh, Artemis’s breasts, and the potent pounding of his seed in front of her. “Save me some cum!”

She stuck her tongue out, lapping at Jason’s balls. As usual for Duela’s schemes, it didn’t go according to plan. Her tongue set Jason off, and he fired into Artemis’s mouth so heavily that his cum surged right back out, overflowing Artemis’s stretched lips to flow down her chest and run over Duela’s tongue. She tasted it with a moan of ecstasy, flashing her tongue over Artemis’s heaving breasts with their fresh coating of cum and back to Jason’s balls, which had their own satisfying taste, musky sweat that tasted sweet on her lips as she sucked them, getting more cum to explode into Artemis’s mouth.

On this second ejaculation, Artemis was ready. She swallowed faithfully, depositing the slippery stream of Jason’s seed directly into her belly. Duela could almost feel the cum going through Artemis’s body beneath her, like electricity running through a high-tension wire. Even though there was still plenty of jism coating Artemis’s tits, she wanted it fresh. Duela pulled desperately at Jason’s waist.

“Please! Let me suck!” she cried, on the verge of tears.

Jason brought one knee up so he was only half-kneeling, then he grasped Duela by her hair and dragged her head next to Artemis’s in the space he had created. The act yanked his member away from Artemis. He replaced it in Duela’s mouth. Artemis had been having a hard time taking his cum anyway; her cheeks were engorged with the semen she couldn’t yet swallow. Still, she watched jealously as Jason’s exploding cock continued its fine work in Duela’s throat, the villainess gurgling on both the length of his prick and the wads of greasy cum she had to gulp down. When Jason pulled his limp manhood away, it was the first time Duela was able to breathe since he’d put it in.

Not that Duela was interested in breathing. The taste of his cum served only to addict her. She slapped her tongue over his groin, his balls, even Artemis, kissing and licking the other woman’s face like an overenthusiastic puppy.

“And to think that tongue did such a good job between my legs,” Artemis commented acidly, before Duela got her tongue into Artemis’s open mouth and tasted some of the seed Artemis had yet to swallow. Artemis grabbed her by the hair and forced her head back, their lips parting with a wet strand of cum-ridden saliva breaking between them.

“We can get him hard again!” Duela panted, babbling incoherently as if that was as much a symptom of her madness as the crazed lust she’d just shown. “We’ll both suck him, we’ll both blow him—maybe if we dance together—I need him hard again, I’ve got to have a big dick in my cunt or I’ll go insane!”

“Yes. That’s a pressing concern,” Artemis said laconically. “You’re not finished with my cunt and it definitely isn’t finished with you. Get back down there or the only time you’ll so much as smell Jason’s cum will be when you’re licking my boots clean.”

Duela obeyed, casting a longing look at Jason’s cock as she left. It wasn’t as hard or as thick as it had been, but just being close to it, knowing how much pleasure it had brought her before…

She lost herself between Artemis’s legs, finding plenty of Artemis’s cream had gathered on the redhead’s thighs while she’d been absent. It tasted good, she had to admit, but there was just nothing like Jason’s warm, thick cum.

***

 

Jason had done the impossible. He’d gotten bored of Duela and Artemis and their mutual codependency. He left them to it for the moment, spent anyway, and wandered into Duela’s bedroom. As he’d hoped, she kept a pack of cigarettes in the nightstand drawer. He took out a Morley along with a kitchen lighter—Duela was crazier than he thought—and lit the cig before sitting down on the bed, still naked, his cock hanging like an unloaded weapon between his thighs.

He pretended not to notice Batgirl lurking in the window. That had used to be Cassandra Cain, before he’d went away, but since then, the gossip was that Barbara Gordon was back in the role. She’d gotten her legs back and was acting like a teenager again, some mid-life crisis thing, like she should be hanging out with Tim and Steph instead of Bruce and Dick. 

He made no attempt to cover himself as he smoked.

“You’re a bit late to join in,” he said. “I’m all finished. Wait, are you still into ladies? I’m not sure ever since you kicked the blonde and the brunette out of your girl group.”

“I don’t suppose you could put on some pants?” Barbara asked.

Imagine, trying to be intimidating while following in the footsteps of Stephanie Brown. You might as well put training wheels on a motorcycle or something. Jason kept smoking.

“You’re here to do a job, remember, not sleep your way through Gotham City.”

“Artemis is here to do a job,” Jason countered. “I’m just along for the ride.”

“Yes, well, seeing as how she’s occupied—“

“PERFECT!” Artemis shouted through the wall. “Great Hera, I’ve never been licked so good in all my life!”

Barbara resolutely ignored it. “We’ve heard chatter that a number of underworld henchmen are planning to start their own organization. All women. Artemis isn’t exactly a household name around here, making her an ideal choice to infiltrate the ranks while they’re still forming. Since you’re here, help her. You’ve already… recruited Duela Dent. Use her. Just get this new organization under your thumb. If you manage to take the whole thing down, legally, we could flip members from every crime syndicate in Gotham. That would be a very good look for you.”

“I thought I already had a good look,” Jason said. His cock was starting to rise again. He didn’t try to hide it then either.

Barbara kept looking him in the eye. “Just try to remember that you’re putting these people in jail, not starting another harem. We’re in the business of fighting crime here, not recreating the Playboy Mansion.”

Jason stood. Barbara had to move fast to keep from glimpsing his erection. “Why not both? Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to pump Duela for some more information.”

***

As she was licking and chewing Artemis like the good little slut Jason had reminded her she was, Duela felt Jason kneel between her legs and lift her ass up. His cock slipped through her pubic hairs, touching the dripping-wet folds of her pussy.

“You’re… you’re going to fuck me?” she asked as she gasped for air.

“What do you care?” Artemis demanded, shoving Duela back down into her cunt. “He can do whatever the fuck he wants, but you’re eating my pussy.”

And Duela did. She would’ve done anything they told her to. Anything at all, now that Jason’s warm prick was entering her, just the glans of his cock stretching her open so wide…

“Nnnnhhhhh!” she groaned, smacking her lips on Artemis’s labia. “All the way in… fuck me with your cock… fuck your cum inside me…”

“Yeah, that won’t take long,” Jason grunted, leaning over her. “Like your pussy gets tighter every time I fuck it…”

That might’ve been true. She was an addict who only grew more sensitive to Jason the more of him she got. At this point in her career as his bitch, just the thought of what he was doing to her made her pussy clench around his driving cock. Her orgasm fumed inside her like it would never burst into flames, then in a sudden flash it was filling her up like steam in a boiler. She jerked and twitched, then fell limp, all but her tongue still as she exhaustedly kept her mouth around Artemis’s slit. She panted noisily into the redhead’s cunt while Jason continued to drive his burning cock into her.

“Like this, skank?” Jason demanded. “Huh? You like being my cock holster and Artemis’s cunt cleaner at the same time?”

Yes, Duela thought, yes, yes, a thousand times yes! She couldn’t imagine anything better than this, the best of both worlds. A big cock and a delicious pussy. Oh, no, it wasn’t like before—it was even better.

***

“Ghhhh! Get it in me, all the way in me! Yes, you’re so, so fucking big, you’re fucking me to death! Hnn! Don’t stop! I need it! I’ll die if you don’t fuck me to death!”

Violet, Lily, and Honeysuckle stiffened like boards when they heard the throaty, husky cries blasting out of Duela Dent’s apartment. Years ago, as children, they had stayed with Poison Ivy in Gotham Park, where they were sheltered from the chaos of No Man’s Land. And although the disaster had eventually ended and the city had taken them away from their beloved caretaker, as young adults they had made their way back to her, christened with new names reflecting her fondness for them and eager to serve as her minions.

Only in the light of adulthood, no longer looking at Ivy through a child’s grateful eyes, they’d become very unamused with her treatment of them. Harley Quinn, the archetypal doormat, might’ve appreciated Ivy’s bigotry against mammals and her demanding perfectionism on behalf of her plants, but they were quite happy to throw in with Ms. Li’s idea of a union. And they thought they could persuade Duela Dent to show solidarity with them.

Despite the form-fitting green bodysuits they wore in imitation of their mistresses, though, the Flower Children were quite human, and found Duela Dent’s present circumstances far more interesting at the moment than any plans or alliances. Violet exchanged a charged, lewd look with her foster siblings. Her sky-blue eyes and cornsilk hair made her appearance one of an angel, but deep down, she was very different. She gestured for silence from her sisters, lifting a finger to her lips, then tiptoed to the door to Duela’s apartment. Kneeling down, she carefully lifted up the flap on the mail slot and peeked through it. The sight made her eyes widen in astonishment.

“By Chronos, Jason, I’m going to come again! Ahhh! You big-pricked bastard, you just keep fucking me! Ghhh! Hnng!”

There was a second woman in Duela’s apartment, and both of them were being fucked hard by a single man, driving them so wild with lust that they made out with each other. At present, he was inside of the red-haired second woman, thrusting her to passionate moans and outcries as, in her arms, Duela tried with equal desperation to get her to return her affections. But the redhead was all but blind and dumb to it, absently returning Duela’s kisses but far more interested in squealing out her joy as the man fucked her.

Violet felt a strange, awful power forcing her to watch, a force even more potent than the tingling awareness of her own sexuality she had when she felt men’s eyes following her attractively displayed body or touched herself as she looked at pictures of nakedness or fucking. Actually watching it happen live in front of her was far more exciting than any picture or video could be. It was like she was a part of it, her cunt throbbing and aching—she felt like Duela must’ve, waiting impatiently for her turn… and as she watched, the man abandoned the redhead to mount Duela. On the very floor, Duela Dent tossed about and worked her sex against his thrusting loins.

Duela’s cries became more strident as the man fucked her harder, his first thrust having turn out to only be a test of how much she could take. It was followed by an almost cruel exploitation of her openness, the man fucking her to the very limit of her capacity—and Duela’s passion coming to a peak as a result. Her contortions grew steadily more violent. All three of the watching Flower Children jostled for position, trying to see what would happen as Duela sobbed and heaved like she really was dying. The man grunted too—Violet was the only one to realize what he was about to do—and she pulled them away and led them around the corner of the hallway.

There was a final, climactic scream, both male and female, then silence. Whispered words? Some fond cuddling? Violet looked around the corner, shushing and corralling her sisters to keep them from blowing the whole game. Her instinct had been right—no man as domineering and callous as he had been in fucking Duela would stick around for long. She watched as the front door opened and the man departed with the redhead, taking the elevator down. 

Honeysuckle and Lily wanted to know if Duela had really been enjoying something that looked so violent and strenuous. Violet confirmed it for them, shocking Honeysuckle, who had never thought fucking could be such an all-out effort. And all three were surprised to hear Duela Dent begging and pleading for her lover’s cock. She had never been the most willful woman they’d known, but it’d always seemed like she was too crazy for anyone to get a handle on. Yet there it had been, plain as day—she would’ve done anything to please her lover.

“Let’s find an empty apartment around here,” Lily said. “That was so fucking sexy… I need to be alone! We can all take a separate room…”

Honeysuckle readily nodded her head. Ever since Violet had taught them how to masturbate, it had taken little to fill them with insurmountable lust. And what they had seen was enough to spur them into spasms of sexual feeling already. 

Violet shook her head. “We came to do a job and we’re going to do it. Besides—won’t it be so much better when we get up close and personal with all of that?”

The others begrudgingly agreed.

Led by Violet, they trooped up to the door, all three of them knocking and slapping their hands on the door, asking to be let in in their usual fashion. Duela had been lying where Jason and Artemis had left her, discarded like a toy after playtime was over, spreading Jason’s abundant ejaculation over her lower belly and around her thighs—she loved to bathe her fingers in a man’s cum as it left her sex. Upon hearing the girls, she jumped up, rolled up the carpet she’d been fucked on, and dashed into the bathroom with her clothes. They were far too ripped and soiled to be wearable. Taking a towel, she wiped Jason’s cum off of her as best she could, then buried it at the bottom of the laundry hamper. She wetted her naked body with water from the tap, then wrapped another towel around herself. 

When she emerged from the bathroom and called out that the door was open, precious few would’ve been able to tell that minutes ago, she had been riding an orgasmic roller coaster as Jason drove himself into her pussy for the last time, enjoying her cunt to the utmost as he filled it with a rush of cum.

Duela asked them what they were doing there and listened calmly as they explained the idea of a union for Gotham’s gun molls and henchwomen. Violet watched the woman carefully as they talked, shocked by the complete innocence she pretended. Duela really was a cool one—more subtle than anyone gave her credit for. But she hadn’t been so composed when that man was between her legs, shoving a steel beam into her pussy. The memory of it burned vividly in Violet’s mind, sending lusty flashes through her young body. She wondered if Duela was feeling the same thing. How could someone who’d actually lived through that, and not just watched it, be able to forget? If it were her, Violet reflected, she would’ve kicked all three of the Flower Children out and settled in to touch herself all night.

Or maybe the man had actually been able to satisfy the unholy lust all four of them seemed to have sweeping through them now.

After they’d finished explaining the idea of a union to her, Duela nodded in consideration and told them she would think about it as she did her shopping. She disappeared into the bedroom to dress, then left, no doubt thinking how lucky she was that she’d gotten away with concealing her lover from them. In fact, so grateful for her luck that she didn’t think to evict the Flower Children before she left. Alone in her apartment, they returned to the site of Duela’s threesome, quickly discerning the rolled up carpet where the evidence was concealed. Sure enough, when they unrolled it, the entire middle was wet and smelled ferociously. Violet looked at it with a surge of sensual feeling burning through her when she realized she was looking at some of the cum that had filled Duela’s cunt—there was so much of it, and that was only what hadn’t been able to fit inside.

She explained the significance to Lily and Honeysuckle, and they all knelt down to breathe deeply of the carpet. The strong, musky scent of cum made them all twitch nervously, like they were doing something illicit. When Lily said that she could smell Duela’s pussy on the carpet too, they reacted even more strongly. All of them felt closer than ever to being fucked. 

“It must really be something, having all that inside you,” Lily murmured, looking at the wetness with eyes so large and dazed that Violet wondered if her vision wasn’t swimming. “Do you think it feels good, having it… come back out?”

None of them could bear to answer her. They knelt around the carpet for a moment, almost worshipfully, their eyes fixed on the telltale wetness. Such tangible evidence of male sexuality was making them feel hotter; they were all thinking of Duela throwing her body up to Jason’s as he plunged and thrust into her, and the memory was realer than ever. The room still seemed to echo with Duela’s voice as she cried out from the heights of her arousal. Violet reached down into her pants and when she touched her mound, her fingers felt strange, alien, alive with lustful excitement. She wondered if that was how a cock would feel.

She almost stopped herself, but then she saw that Lily and Honeysuckle had started to masturbate too. The shared feeling aroused her further. She kept going, knowing none of them would stop now until all of them came.

Just like all three had come when the man was fucking both Duela and the redhead.