The HMS Hellfire was an opulent pleasure-palace of a ship. Even the least important service corridor was the spotless white that the White Queen favored and its wall were engraved with at least one band of gold and gems. Even here, in the working quarters of the science-caste which could hardly expect regular visits from the Queen exquisite taste and gaudy displays of wealth were juxtaposed.
"Pause here 20 seconds to allow the corridor ahead to clear," Oracle instructed.
In the black X-alt uniforms of their disguises Black Canary and Huntress made a show of listening to incoming orders or studying holographically displayed status updates till the time had passed. Black Canary could feel the psy-cloak provided by the rebels working. It was projecting a daydream of her voyeuristic viewing of the White Queen, First Consort and Vizieress Jean Grey and the Lady Storm making slow passionate love. A casual telepathic scan would find the daydream - unsuspicious aboard the HMS Hellfire - and not the infiltrator it masked. But whenever her own mind was idle Black Canary would find the wet daydream invading her thoughts. She quite enjoyed it, but whatever racy sexual imaginings were playing in Huntress's psy-cloak was only setting the heroine further on edge.
After their short wait the fake X-alted Marvellous and Exquisite Nymphs continued their purposeful march directed by Oracle's map. They were almost at their destination.
"What can you tell us?" Black Canary asked.
"I can't access internal sensors in the detention cell," Oracle told them with obvious frustration. "There just don't appear to be any. So much is done by telepaths communicating directly that it leaves gaps in the records and coverage here and elsewhere. I'm blind in there until I see through your helmets."
"And Batwoman?" asked Huntress.
"Still in detention. Since they haven't released her, we can assume she's still holding out."
"She's strong," Huntress said confidently. "Even for a Justice Knight. Even for Gotham."
"Hold a moment, her records have been updated. Less than an hour ago power was diverted from across the ship to a device called an Orgasmatron that was used on her. It's far from the first time. Let's see what this Orgasmatron--" Oracle whistled in surprise and maybe a little admiration. "The Orgasmatron is an empathic collector and emitter. It concentrates the sexual pleasure of those present in the White Queen's harem and directs it into a single brain."
"A sin against modesty!" Huntress railed with obvious anger.
Black Canary kept her opinion to herself. She could think of much worse ways of being treated. Though the amount of sexual pleasure being generated in the White Queen's harem... She resisted the urge to emit her own impressed whistle. Black Canary was sure Oracle was busying transferring any plans she could get hold of back to the JLS Watchtower. If there was a chance this machine could send such pleasure into her own brain and bypass her damaged body then Babs would be keen to seize it.
"Batwoman will be free soon," Black Canary reassured Huntress.
"You're clear the rest of the way. I've reviewed what security footage is available. I can't confirm, but there's a chance the concubine MJ is in there with her. She's not a meta or a warrior. Just a priestess of, uh, the Spider. Play nice!"
Black Canary and Huntress gave no visible reaction, no quickening of step, as they continued to march. But they were ready, hearts beating faster in anticipation and adrenaline priming their fit young bodies for action.
"Cell door will open in three, two, one. Go-oh-oh-oh-oh--"
* * *
The gray walls of the holding cell were covered in silver etchings that though radically different in style would not have been out of place amongst the painting, sculptures and tapestries of loving submission that decorated public buildings all over Themyscira. Each triptych began at the bottom with the stylised capture of a rebel, enemy or runaway. Then in the middle panel they were shown the error of their ways. In a few one of the Queen's consorts merely laid their hands on the errant woman's head, in most and often erotic strange devices of the science-caste were proudly deployed to assist. Then in the final and highest panel the captured woman was free again, ready and eager to serve Queen Frost in sex or battle.
Black Canary had no time to puzzle out the meanings of the etchings, however, as she and Huntress stared in horrified confusion at the centre of the cell.
There an indecipherable mass of writhing black organic tentacles was wrapped around a metal structure. Emerging from the black mass were the red magnaboots and red powergloves of Batwoman. And Black Canary realised that around the weird blackness were the shredded remnants of Batwoman's black spacesuit and cowl.
"Yesss?" Something peeled off the black mass and spoke. It had too many and too sharp teeth. "Why do you disssturb the Ssspider-Priessstessss?"
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," Oracle repeated in their helmets.
Suddenly there was a ripple amongst the black tentacles and a woman strode clear. Despite the bizarre and disturbing circumstances desire stirred immediately in Black Canary's heart and loins. The woman was stunning, a voluptuous redhead whose body was built for every kind of sin Huntress feared. She was completely naked and Black Canary was sure she'd never forget that sight.
No, the woman who must be the Spider-Priestess MJ was only naked from the front. Behind her tendrils and tentacles still connected her to the shifting darkness and as the two baffled heroines of the Domain of Creation watched it swept into her back, the mass impossibly disappearing even as it spread swiftly over her smooth skin like oil.
It shaped itself impossibly quickly to form a costume. The Spider-Priestess wore the outline of a black loincloth made of a spider-web design in black. Her big high breasts were decorated with webs of black centred on her exposed nipples that emphasised her breasts defiance of gravity. Neither concealed anything. Her nipples were stiff and her pussy lips puffy and ready. Her headdress was two halves of another spider web, a strand of her long red hair intricately woven through each half.
The diminished black mass revealed Batwoman beside the Spider-Priestess. Batwoman lay on her front on an X-shaped steel frame. The steel frame had obviously once stood vertically but it had been torn from its mooring and now was closer to horizontal, though tipped at an angle so that Batwoman's ass was almost as high as the Spider-Priestess's face and Batwoman's face was level with the other red-head's ass. The frame had not just been torn from its moorings. Part of the steel had been rent asunder and though Batwoman lay on her front her modest breasts hung down through a hole surrounded by jagged bent metal.
The frame had once had shackles that held Batwoman's arms and legs spread wide, but now those shackles were shattered and inky tentacles sprang from the Spider-Priestess to bind her instead. Other tentacles linked the Spider-Priestess to Batwoman's breasts and pulsed and moved lewdly over them.
Apart from her red magnaboots and powergloves Batwoman was naked. The only remnants of her spacesuit still on her was the stylized red bat symbol which hung down from a ragged halter around her neck and through the hole torn in the steel like a banner. Batwoman's loins and ass were covered in a swirling mass of black liquid that made it impossible to see what was happening beneath.
Batwoman's long lustrous red hair ran up her back in a dishevelled mess. Where the hair did not hide her pale skin was beaded with sweat. A band of black ichor wrapped around Batwoman's head, underneath her hair. The black band covered Batwoman's eyes and ears preventing her from seeing or hearing anything. Blind and deaf there was no way she could know that rescue was at hand.
"Speak," the Spider-Priestess demanded impatiently of the two apparent X-alts before her. Her voice had lost its sibilant edge. Now it was as seductive as her body.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," continued Oracle.
"Maggie!" Batwoman spoke instead of her stunned rescuers. MJ's words must have been transmitted by an ebon tentacle to her prisoner's covered ears. Kate's voice was raw with the intensity of her emotions. "Maggie, I am coming for you."
Batwoman cried out and her whole body shook, but even as she did the blackness covering her ass receded with lightning swiftness. The incredibly pale skin was covered with long thin red welts though the skin was unbroken. MJ bent a little to place a hand on one of Batwoman's ass cheeks, her chin hovering above the cleft.
"Have you learned to obey yet?"
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," repeated Oracle.
The Spider-Priestess's tongue flicked out, impossibly long and thin, and whipped Batwoman's ass leaving a thin red mark.
Batwoman cried out again.
Like a spell had been broken Huntress was moving. From nospace her crossbow emerged and even as the Spider-Priestess was standing to regard the two X-alts with curiosity again first one and then a second forcebolt was flying through the air. Each glowing forcebolt struck MJ in a shoulder, knocking her back half-a-step. The shots were intended to disable instead of kill.
"We have prisoner transfer orders," Black Canary muttered to herself as she moved to free Batwoman. "We can explain without shooting anyone."
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," said Oracle, though whether she agreed or disagreed Black Canary couldn't tell.
This was not the plan. In her helmet the image of Oracle was caught in a loop as her mouth formed the 'oh' of 'Go' and repeated it over and over again. It seemed they were cut off from their support. Huntress was already loading a fresh bolt in her crossbow. The lack of internal sensors would work for them now, making it harder for the gorgeous black tentacle monster woman to raise an alarm. Batwoman's cries nagged at Black Canary. Had they been pain or something else just as primal? But her words proved she was still unbroken. Still dedicated to the Lawbringer Maggie Sawyer and still dedicated to returning to her.
"Down!"
Black Canary had no time for further speculation as she heeded Huntress's warning. A mass of black tentacles shot over where her head had been. As she turned to regard the Spider-Priestess she watched as Huntress's energy bolts pushed out of black lumps that had appeared at the priestess's shoulders and clattered to the floor of the cell. There was no blood or sign of a wound.
"How dare you attack a concubine! Help! Help!"
Two more more powerful energy bolts leapt in quick succession from Huntress's crossbow. Black Canary saw at once they were aimed for the throat and heart. They were knocked from the air by wildly waving black tentacles sawing crazily about the redhead.
"Why?" MJ begged, eyes moist with tears. She sounded terrified. "Don't hurt us!"
Finding her crossbow ineffective Huntress was already closing the distance to the Spider-Priestess to see whether fists or feet would prove a better weapon. Retreating MJ's hip struck the steel frame Batwoman was still bound to by black tentacles. She turned wildly in surprise at the obstacle. It only further proved to Black Canary that the Spider-Priestess was no warrior. She had no awareness of the terrain over which she fought.
Black Canary had reached Batwoman, and pulled at Kate Kane's hips. Wild green eyes leaking tears met her gaze across the Gotham scout's body. Something inside the Spider-Priestess seemed to snap as Dinah looked into her eyes. Or maybe the opposite. Black Canary had seen that look before in people pushed too far.
"No! You won't hurt us. Our bodies are for pleasure!"
Us? Was the black mass attached to her another mind? Like a Starro maybe? An ally or enslaver or symbiote? Or did she mean Batwoman?
Huntress had closed the distance, pivoting on one foot she began a roundhouse kick to the Spider-Priestess's head as Black Canary continued to pull at Batwoman's body. Dinah could feel the black tentacles binding Kate to the frame beginning to yield. Then they gave entirely, the inky tentacles releasing their grip on Kate's tits and arms and legs and freeing her head. Only tendrils of black liquid around her crotch and thighs still joined her to the Spider-Priestess.
Black Canary had no chance to enjoy her success at wresting Batwoman free. The tentacles that had bound Kate struck Dinah in the chest and sent her flying through the air. Instinctively Black Canary unleashed a Canary Cry at her attacker, shattering her own helmet but her back struck the wall of the cell knocking the air from her lungs and ending her cry as she slid to the floor. Nonetheless the effect of her badly aimed cry was dramatic, the tentacles struck simply dissolving in the air as MJ cried out in pain.
Unfortunately it was too late to help Huntress. Tendrils pushed tore holes in her black X-alt uniform and pushed in under the fabric. Huntress's foot was grabbed by inky tentacles just before the roundhouse kick connected with the Spider-Priestess's head. They pushed her back and added momentum of their own sending Huntress spinning into another wall and ripping the front of her costume off. Huntress was thrown into the wall with less force than Dinah and simply bounced back. Helena pushed the side of her helmet which promptly folded itself away into nospace and shook her head and her long raven hair as she charged MJ. Distracted by pain the Spider-Priestess was sluggish and Huntress landed a blow in MJ's ribs.
"Oh-oh-oh-oh," admonished Oracle crazily cracked like the glass of Black Canary's helmet as the fallen heroine tried to push herself upright.
The fight between Huntress and the Spider-Priestess was more equal than might be expected. MJ was inexperienced and despite the tendrils and tentacles of black she was constantly on the defensive. Her moves were powerful but telegraphed and easily read by an experienced combatant like Huntress once she understood the rhythm of the fight. And the Spider-Priestess couldn't maneuver. She had a prize, Batwoman, she seemed unwilling to give up.
In other circumstances Black Canary would have enjoyed the sight of Huntress's exposed tits bouncing and swaying as she blocked and punched and kicked.
"What?" Batwoman pushed herself unsteadily to her hands and knees on trembling arms. She looked around in a haze. "Dinah? Helena? What's happening?"
"We're here to rescue you!" Huntress responded. "Though if you want to help..."
"We live to give pleasure!" MJ howled.
"Pleasure..."
Dazed and confused Batwoman had seemed to be tensing for action before MJ's words had knocked the fight out of her. Cause and effect seemed unlikely to be linked to Black Canary as she pushed herself up the wall and almost upright. Perhaps exposure to Batwoman's skin allowed the black tentacles to secrete some kind of mind-numbing drug? Whatever was happening it seemed she and Huntress were doing this on their own.
"Surrender demon-bitch," Huntress ordered as a palm-strike hit MJ spinning her round and against the steel prisoner frame.
Suddenly tentacles exploded from the Spider-Priestess's shoulders and shot up to the ceiling. They pulled MJ up and she clung to the ceiling with her palms and feet flat against the surface and her body facing down. Batwoman unsteadily rose further to sit back on her knees and tentacles descended to pull her up. MJ began to tear panels and chunks from the ceiling with her tentacles and hurl them at Huntress who nimbly dodged them. Huntress could no longer strike the Spider-Priestess and went running for her crossbow again.
But the real danger was that MJ would tear a conduit or info-cable and trigger an alarm. An alarm that would be connected to the detention cell and bring very real X-alts to investigate.
Black Canary had no choice.
She opened her mouth and screamed the loudest Canary Cry she could. The Spider-Priestess took the full force of the sonic scream, the black tentacles around her blasted backward and dissolving in what Black Canary thought might be animal pain. It tore apart MJ's costume apart from a few scraps seeming to be absorbed by her skin while the rest dissolved away in the sonic blast. The Spider-Priestess hung limp for a moment and then fell from the ceiling unconscious.
Batwoman was suspended vertically now, only a few inches off the frame to which she had been bound. But she was partially between Black Canary and the Spider-Priestess. Caught in the edge of the scream she shook and then fell unconscious too, slipping backwards to land on the steel frame.
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