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“Sir, please, watch your hands,” Ms. Li whispered, feeling her boss’s hand slowly edging up under her skirt. She looked around nervously to see if any of the other people in the elevator had noticed the liberty he was taking, but if they had, they knew better than to bring it up.

“I’d love to watch it,” Black Mask said in his gruff voice, “but you’ve got a lot of skirt covering up all the action!”

Li squealed as he pinched her ass. She twisted and tried to turn so that she could get him to stop, but he goosed her instead, his thumb pressing deep into her white cotton panties. She blushed furiously.

“Stop that!”

“Stop what?” Black Mask asked innocently, or as innocently as Gotham’s kingpin could speak. His hand, of course, never stopped. He felt the smooth warm flesh of her inner thigh, then moved up to her pussy. It took what little control he had to keep from using his other hand to pull down his fly and let his cock out to play.

Instead, he contented himself with peering down into the shorter woman’s cleavage and seeing her succulent breasts swaying enticingly. Ms. Li didn’t wear a bra—she didn’t need to. Her breasts were firm, running high up her chest. Her hair was dark and lustrous, her eyes chocolate brown, and her ass impudently thrust against her thick skirt. Black Mask felt almost greedy, wanting it all. 

“Sir, not here,” she said, raising her voice slightly. Black Mask watched her blush furiously. The redness formed on top of her cleavage, then spread up her neck and into her face. He worked his fingers under the waistband of her panties and started pulling them off.

Her flesh, smooth as marble, quivered and she closed her legs to try to lock her panties in place. He kept going until he managed to pull them down over the curvature of her perky ass. Then he forced her legs open. The panties started to drop down her firm thighs until she widened her stance so much that they froze over the hem of her skirt. She was desperately uncomfortable and it showed.

“Don’t do this,” she pleaded. “Not in public like this. Let’s go somewhere and…”

“Here,” Black Mask said firmly. 

“We’re in public!” she said again.

“Not for long,” he replied, pressing a floor button. The elevator stopped, opened, and without a word his bodyguards got off. The doors closed again and Black Mask pulled the stop level. The car jerked to a stop between floors and stood motionless.

“Why’d you do that?” Li demanded.

“So we could be alone for a while,” Black Mask said, ignoring the slight alarm bell ringing. He wasn’t going to be paying attention to anything but the warm flesh in his arms. He pulled her close and crushed their mouths together. For a moment, she resisted—then she melted like morning dew. Only her mouth kept up the façade.

“Please, please, not here!” she begged. But her words were no match for the way her body responded. Black Mask could feel the flood of her arousal. Her nipples sprang out hard and erect; he could feel them stinging his chest. He knew she wanted him, wanted the cock he was even now fishing out of his pants. “Not now, not like this!”

“Then I’ll have a snack instead!” Black Mask was already going down on her. He ripped her panties away, then lifted her skirt, exposing the sparse but luscious triangle of her black pubic hair. The sight of her cunt jumped out at him: tiny droplets of her arousal dotted the bush, while her pinkly puffy labia was trembling for his mouth. He quickly shoved his face into her groin and thrust out his tongue.

Li sobbed and almost collapsed. She pressed her back against the elevator doors and her legs drifted open in wanton acceptance of his tongue. He dragged it roughly along her tender sex, tasting her arousal. Then he worked it inside of her, the entry releasing a flood of her juices. Ms. Li was almost at the point of coming, the knowledge of which made Black Mask’s tongue work even faster inside of her.

“Mask, oh God, Mask! This is too much!”

Li felt electric surges shooting up from her groin. They filled her body, robbing her of her strength. Her legs turned into water and she slipped downward, her back firmly braced against the wall now. Her legs opened up even wider, letting Black Mask’s tongue push all of the way inside her. Ms. Li shrieked in joy, her entire body shaking, and she realized that the pounding she felt inside her cunt was an orgasm about to explode inside her.

“More, oh sweet Jesus, give me more of that tongue!” she cried. The words burned whorishly in her ears. She didn’t usually talk like that. But, as if agreeing with her self-debasement, Black Mask obeyed her command. He tongue fucked her so fast that it burned against her softly yielding inner walls. Ms. Li shuddered deeply, then bit her lip.

The wonderful feeling of his tongue slithering deep into her pussy mounted, then crashed down onto her like a hammer. She cried and moaned and felt tears running down her cheeks. None of it mattered. The only thing that did was the way his rough, red tongue opened her up and thrust inside of her.

Black Mask slurped loudly, lewdly, turning her on even more. Ms. Li didn’t know what it was about having her pussy eaten by this odious man that left her such a limp, drained wreck. The feel of his tongue was sensuous, but surely the fact that Black Mask was such a disgustingly evil man should’ve discounted how good it felt. Yet, here she was, intimate with him. She couldn’t get any more intimate than letting his tongue ream out her womanhood. And she felt a surge of disgust at the thought.

Just then, her body trembled and the seething folds of her cunt convulsed in orgasm. A flood of her cream poured out, drenching his hungry lips. Black Mask continued to lasciviously suck and lick her cunt until she came yet again. He left her feeling drained and totally weak as he stood up and replaced the emergency stop.

“Babe, you’re better than bottled water,” he told her, and licked his lips obscenely.

With those words, the forbidden pleasure that Ms. Li had just enjoyed so much became taboo tenfold. She had never felt so incredibly slutty in her life. She wondered what was happening to her as she caught her breath… for the first time she knew what people meant when they said ‘The devil made me do it!’ It was like there was a demon inside her that enjoyed the cruelty and perversion of this man. And as the pleasure faded, the shame remained. And she knew she wasn’t the only minion in Gotham left feeling this way by her boss.

They never seemed to be able to kill the Batman, but maybe together, they could put a stop to this.

***

Paradise Island was an island paradise. Nothing more, nothing less. The beaches were balmy, the trees were beautiful, the sun was never too hot, the water was never too cold, and neither were the women.

And Jason had had about all of it he could stand.

At first, he’d enjoyed being ‘rehabilitated’. The Amazons were big on sparring matches to let him vent his ‘frustrations,’ and he’d picked up a thing or two. And the Amazons weren’t shy, either. Pretty soon, he’d gotten a reputation, and from then on he’d been passed around the island like a living sex toy. He was sure more than a few of the kids that were running around the place were his, not that he intended to do anything about it. The Amazons weren’t big on father’s rights, obviously. 

But as the years rolled on, he’d fucked everyone slightly interested, learned all he could learn without going for that hippie-dippie Jedi crap, and he was still no closer to getting home, where he could get a good cheeseburger. The Amazons were real picky about letting him get back to the world when he still displayed ‘antisocial tendencies.’ So he was left to ponder which was the worse fate: spending the rest of his life imprisoned or sincerely participating in therapy.

He ended up taking a third option.

“You think you’ll like it out there?”

The question came abruptly, catching Jason with one leg raised, his trousers bundled at his feet. He had to hop to keep his balance, and though usually a smirk like the one Artemis wore would be reserved for a foe dispatched in battle, she showed it at his misfortune too.

“Why wouldn’t I?” Jason grunted, peeling his pants off and throwing them aside. “It’s my home.”

Artemis’s smile became a bit frail as she shrugged out of her top and neatly draped it over a chair. “Nostalgia can be a powerful distortion. Man’s World is inferior to this island in every respect.”

“You keep going back there, right?”

Unzipping her leather pants, Artemis casually wiggled out of them as she answered. “I’m a warrior. I go where there’s battle.”

Hooking his thumbs under his briefs, Jason slid them down his legs. “And what do you think I am?”

“A toy.” Having folded her pants and set them down, Artemis turned to face him.

Despite their disagreement, Jason felt his throat tighten with lust as he looked at her. Artemis was a beauty and she damn well knew it. Standing there in just her bra and panties, she had the kind of figure that was on par with Wonder Woman, only she didn’t dress so modestly. Her breasts overflowed the meager restrain of her bra, spilling out with a soft, creamy fullness that made them seem crushed even in the quite substantial cups. Her shoulders, as broad as they were, hardly seemed capable of supporting that enormous bosom.

Jason’s eyes flickered down across her flat, muscular stomach with its cute little belly button to the flare of her full hips and smooth thighs, focusing at last on her groin. In a girlishly unlikely touch, she always wore lacy panties of a different color. This evening’s shade was pale green, the color enhancing the translucency and barely veiling the fluffy triangle that covered her mound. He knew from experience that she had a halo of auburn red pubic hair, thick and glossy and curl, with a red-gold tint that struck him as rich and refined, like expensive wine or polished metal.

Most of all, he loved her slender, tapering legs. Jason was a leg man. He could watch the glinting copper of her legs moving all day long. And he liked nothing more in the world than to have those lustrous legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and deeper into that curly red nest she had for his cock.

It was a cunt he had been in love with for as long as they’d been together, almost a year now. Though her body had taken him in more ways and times than either of them could count. At the moment, all he wanted was to raise that score a little. He had no impression they’d finally settle the debate of her vouching for him and taking him with her to Man’s World.

“Then play with me,” Jason said, kicking off his briefs and moving towards her with a grin. “Unless you’re too tired.”

“Never,” she said, watching his cock growing into full hardness.

His hands reached out to undo her bra, Artemis letting out a small gasp as his cock jerked up to bunt its engorged knob against her groin. The feel of Jason’s big cock never failed to get her wet. She felt herself flowing toward the thick, lengthy shaft that brushed her inner thighs even as she tried to be firm.

“But just so you know, I’m not taking you to Man’s World. No matter how useful you’d be.”

“No?” Jason asked. Her bra fell loose and Jason’s smile grew as the garment fell with a rustle to the floor.

Artemis’s full, bounteous breasts leapt free, huge and jutting and boasting hardened nipples. His hands came up to caress them, kneading the soft mounds in his palms, fingering the bumpy areolas to bring their peaks to quivering stiffness.

With Jason’s knowing hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs tormenting her sensitive nipples into a growth that was stingingly painful, and his huge erection pushing between her thighs and straining for the familiar embrace of her womanhood, Artemis felt her resolve melting, just as her pussy was melting into the crotch of her panties, warm and liquid with the same urgent need he always instilled in her.

“Yes, no!” Artemis insisted, before shaking her head. “Jason, please, I’m trying—oh, you bastard! You’re doing this on purpose!”

“Maybe I am,” Jason chuckled as she started in on her surrender, arching her shoulders to shove her heaving breasts more fully into his clutches. “But don’t let that stop you. Go right on telling me how well you can get on without me, all those lonely months in Man’s World while I’m here, fucking all your friends. Just try not to mind too much if I find something to keep me busy while you convince yourself—I mean me.”

He dropped down, bringing his mouth to her left breast, closing his lips on a taut, rosy nipple. “Ahhh!” Artemis moaned, her resolve bursting inside her like the pleasure she felt. She reeled forward, pushing her teat to his face, sighing as he admitted more into his mouth, sucking and gnawing at her throbbing nipple.

Jason had long experience in how she enjoyed having her nipples teased and tortured. His tongue darted roughly over the swollen tenderness his bites had left, working her nipples into a pained enjoyment as he speared himself into her pussy, exploring the mixture of her trembling folds and gushing wetness she possessed inside her.

“Oh God, yes!” Artemis gasped, reaching down to the grasp the beloved thickness of his member. Its heavily veined shaft jerked in her hand, and she rubbed it with long, gulping strokes, sweeping her fist from his cockhead to his matted pubic hair. “Yes, that’s—oh, Jason, suck my tits just like that…”

Urged on by her pleasured groans, Jason gleefully obeyed. But he also slid his fingers down and grasped the elastic band of her panties to pull them out of the way. Artemis wiggled obligingly as the sheer material inched away from her sex, leaving it bare. When the balm of Jason’s mouth suddenly left her aching tits, she moaned in disappointment, then moaned again, louder, as he licked and kissed his way down her bare stomach, moving straight for her needy cunt.

She shuddered as his lips brushed against her mound, its fur already soaked with lust. “Damn you, Todd!” she muttered weakly. “You’re not going to change my mind—uhhn!”

His tongue darted out with no hesitation, gliding through her glossy hair and into the slickness of her opening. Almost chuckling aloud at the accepting groan Artemis gave, Jason lapped at her slit, drinking up the streaming juices that poured from her.

“That’s it, that’s my pussy, eat it good—oh yes, lover, that’s what you do to me, yesss…” she purred, spreading her thighs apart as he knelt between them, his face nuzzling into her mound, his tongue entering and exiting her with eagerness and experience. The delicious feel of his mouth against her cunt caused a surge of pleasure that quickly had Artemis whimpering instead of talking.

In Artemis’s current state of arousal, Jason was easily able to find the taut enlargement of her clitoris. Concentrating on it, he sucked and rolled it with his tongue until Artemis was panting loudly, writhing as her cream left her in groves to gush out into Jason’s mouth. She had the biggest, most tender clit of any woman Jason had known, a pacifier-perfect fit for his sucking lips. He knew how much she loved having her clit worked over, and spoiled her with shuddering, orgasmic spasms as he kept her clit in his mouth for minutes on end.

Artemis lowered herself to his tongue in blissful relief from her torturous anticipation. “Jason, you’re making me come! Eat my cunt, put your tongue inside me, move it from there… ohh… to there, there, yes, that’s right, now eat me, eat—I’m commiinnggg!”

She cried out, arching down, her thighs clamping around his head as his tongue went deep into her crazed sex. Tremor after tremor of violent release tore through Artemis’s naked body, signaling her plunge into climax. “Ahhmmm!”

Trembling in ecstatic release, Artemis reluctantly pulled away from Jason to fall to the bed. “Fuck me, damn you! I can’t bear to stop now! Hurry, put your cock inside me! You’ve gotten me so fucking ready…”

He stood above her briefly, enjoying the tantalizing sight of her pussy, offered to him once more. It gaped open, a parted curtain of damply shining hair outlining the pink, slick lips that he’d come to know so well. They pouted open, giving him just a glimpse of the creamy shudders happening inside her orgasmic cunt. Glistening with her juices and his saliva, her pussy clenched as Artemis drew her thighs open in an uninhibited plea for them to be occupied.

“Don’t just stand there as if you’ve never seen one before!” she yelled. “You can look at it all you want once it’s full of your cum! Right now it needs to be fucked! Now!”

The urgency in her words made Jason guffaw, and with a furious snort, Artemis sat up and grabbed hold of his manhood with both hands, pulling him down to her.

“So needy,” he teased as her fists tugged him by the prick towards her waiting sex. “I guess I’ll just have to give you what you want.”

“Like it’s not what you want! Nmmmm!” she gasped as his engorged cockhead first touched itself to her soaked, tormented lips. Clutching fiercely as his firm ass, Artemis arched up, delivering her cunt to his lust-swollen manhood. “Unnh! Give it all to me… oh, Jason, that’s it, what I want, yes, yessss!”

With his first driving thrust, Jason buried himself to the hilt inside of her. Artemis wailed, digging her fingernails into his back and writhing in unrestrained bliss underneath him. He rocked his prick in and out of her, the friction quickly building in the increasing tightness of her clenched pussy.

“Yes, baby, that’s it, oh, just a little harder, fuck me harder, uuffh!”

Artemis slammed up to him in furious abandon, matching his thrusts and taking his cock into her pussy with the frenzy of a woman who knew full well just how good her release would feel. Her inner muscles tightened on his pounding shaft like a vise, sucking at its rigid length even as he fucked her faster and faster. It brought her off once more. In all the times they had fucked before, Artemis had never once failed to have an orgasm once his wonderful cock was inside of her. No other man she’d had sex with could make that claim. If ever a cock was made just for her pussy, it was his.

“Now, Jason, I’m coming—oh, yes, baby, oh yes, now—nowwwhh!”

Her climax, the climax he’d given her, rippled through her, and all thought vanished as she bucked and sobbed in absolute release, intensifying all the more every time he slammed himself into her with every ounce of his strength.

“Come for me!” she wailed, her juices flooding all over Jason’s ramming shaft and engorged scrotum. “Come inside me, Jason, fill me up now, now baby, right now!”

Grunting, Jason drove himself all the way into her sucking pussy, and unleashed the pent-up load that had built up in his balls like water behind a dam. His cum erupted in fountains, making Artemis cry out as she was filled to the brim.

“Oh God, Jason, that’s it! Give it all to me, give me what I need, yes, ahhh!”

She lurched up to him in wild gyrations, her rampant cunt clamping down on his manhood, milking it insatiably until every precious drop of his seed had been taken from his balls. Grasping and writhing together in mutual bliss, Jason and Artemis surged together until the last little jolts of pleasure had fired through them and they were completely soaked in exhaustion.

At last, with her legs wrapped around Jason’s waist to hold in his prick, still astonishingly firm, Artemis let out a hoarse sigh of fulfillment. The first overflowing rivulet of his semen seeped out from her and trickled warmly down to her ass. “Oh, Jason, that was so good… have I ever told you how much I love to be fucked by you?”

“Oh, is that what all the screaming’s about?” He answered her unamused expression with a throaty chuckle. “As long as you love it, I’ll keep doing it.

They laughed and clung together, the way they had so many times before. Still, his limp cock slowly slipping out of her sex, Jason was just drifting into a restful lull between fucks when Artemis’s voice spoke again: “If I did take you out with me, what would you do?”

Jason smiled. Showtime.

***

Jay loved anything to do with sex, and she especially loved it with other women. She hadn’t gone down on a woman in months now, ever since Poison Ivy picked her up and taken her camping in one of the overrun greenhouses that were abundant in Gotham. It seemed like the city never refurbished an old one when they could just build one new.

The tall, sleek redhead fell madly in love with Jay overnight. She wanted to keep her, buying her expensive clothes and feeding her delicious dishes. At least, during the day. At night, all she wanted to do was eat Jay’s pussy, suck her off to the point of pain from dusk until dawn—a relentless, greedy drive that left Jay feeling as if she’d been sucked on by Dracula.

After three nerve-racking days and nights with the mad-lipped Ivy, Jay had left for safer pastures, ending up with the Penguin. One more night with Ivy and she would have ended up in the hospital.

Unfortunately, as one of the Penguin’s henchwenches, she didn’t get any attention at all. Penguin liked her prim and proper, dressed to the nines, always polite, always quiet, and he abhorred anything as gauche as lesbian sex. As good as Lark and Raven looked to her, Jay had never been able to get anything going with them for fear of Pengy finding out and kicking them to the curb—or worse.

This particular taboo desire Jay had been mulling over when the doorbell rang. It wouldn’t do for her to go downstairs as she was now; all she had on was a pair of skimpy black panties. Her full breasts seemed to heave with even the lightest breath she took, and she could easily see the dark bush beneath her panties. The doorbell rang again as she went to get a robe.

“I’m coming!” she called. “Hold your horses!”

She came downstairs, tying the robe securely around her waist, stopping at a mirror to run her fingers through her long, tangled hair, giving it a little straightness before she answer the door.

It was Ms. Li.

She worked for Black Mask, who wasn’t exactly on friendly terms with Penguin, but it wasn’t like they were at war or anything. And Li was cute. Very, very cute.

“Ms. Li,” Jay greeted, leaning against the doorway and wishing she hadn’t tied her robe so tight. It would’ve been interesting to see just how receptive Li was to seeing it open a little. “What’re you doing here?”

“I was just wondering if you had ever thought about a union.”

Jay looked Ms. Li up and down. “Your place or mine?”

“Not like that. I mean the henchwomen of Gotham. Echo and Query, Freeze’s snowbunnies, even Harley Quinn. Tell me, are you happy with how the Penguin treats you?”

“Not particularly,” Jay said, wondering if she could part her robe a little without Li noticing she’d intended to do it.

“We make every hood in this town worth a damn look glamorous, and what do we get? Dressed up in demeaning costumes, sexual harassment, sometimes not even a full share of the loot.”

“Yeah, it’s Gotham. It’s terrible,” Jay said. “If I wanted fair, I’d go to Metropolis. Be boring.”

“There are other options.”

“Oh? Like what?”

“We could strike.”