"What the hell was that thing?"
"I don't know," Black Canary knelt and turned the unconscious red-head over to lie on her back, "But this is definitely the Spider-Priestess MJ. One of the White Queen's favorite concubines. She's not supposed to be a meta."
"Damn! What now?"
"We stick with the plan. Except we take her too, at least as far as the escape shuttle. We can't risk her raising the alarm."
Huntress nodded, apparently satisfied.
Black Canary wished she felt as confident as her attention flickered to the image of Oracle still stuttering and looping in the cracked glass in her peripheral vision and making that damn 'Oh' sound over and over. They were on their own now. At least Oracle was safe on the Watchtower.
Black Canary looked past Huntress and found herself looking at the etching that recorded Batwoman's capture, above it a panel showed a consort that might have been Rachel the Hound of the White Queen and a device that must be the Orgasmatron. But what made Black Canary shiver was that in their confidence etchings of Batwoman's presentation to the White Queen as loyal concubine had already been begun. Black Canary wished she was as immune to telepathic domination as Oracle.
"If it's only communications affected then Oracle will have prepared our evac route. If not, then we bluff. This is a medical emergency, the concubine and favorite MJ is injured, do you want to anger the White Queen herself by delaying us."
Huntress went to the medikit miraculously unscathed on the wall and pulled two of the silver bars at its side away. She tossed them into the air and they fell to about hip height before hovering on anti-grav. Helena pulled one over to the unconscious Batwoman and Dinah grabbed the other, pulling it down to lie just above the floor. Huntress pushed in both ends of the silver bar simultaneously and an opaque force-field of white light slowly spread horizontally from it till it had formed a rectangle about as long as a woman.
Huntress pulled Batwoman on to the emergency grav-stretcher. By the time she'd arranged the woman's limbs on the narrow bed of the grav-stretcher Black Canary was pulling the Spider-Priestess up to the same level. Batwoman's breasts were hidden by the stylized red bat symbol that was the ragged remnants of her spacesuit. Black Canary frowned. Had Batwoman always been wearing an inky black thong in the shape of a bat? Dinah mentally shrugged, in the chaos of the fight she'd never had a chance to look. MJ was completely naked now and it was more than obvious why she was one of the White Queen's concubines.
"Good thing Oracle prepared alternate disguises for us," Black Canary said as she slid the tip of a finger around the palm of her glove to select the appropriate costume change.
"Modesty forgive us," Huntress replied sourly. And that despite her costume being ripped open to reveal her pert breasts.
Nevertheless it was Huntress's costume that shimmered and changed first as the smart material reacted to its new programming. Huntress's hands were covered in thin white wrist-length gloves. Her feet were in white glossy platform boots that blended seamlessly into knee-high white stockings. The backs of the gloves bore red crosses and the tops of the stockings were decorated with red ribbons knotted neatly at the front. In her black hair was set a white nurses cap decorated with another red cross and across her eyes an undamaged visor.
On her torso she wore a stretchy white monokini with red trim with a v-neck and halter ties. Roughly t-shaped across the breasts and down her front, a complex set of tight red straps along the leg of the 'T' and around her back held it tight to her well-defined abs. The 'T' continued between her legs to her ass to form a white panel held up by the lowest set of red straps that hid only a little of her butt. At the front of the costume, below her belly-button, was a white cross in a red circle.
Huntress's eyes boggled as she looked at Black Canary who had activated her own costume's transformation. Dinah wore similar white gloves, boots blending into stockings, nurse's cap and visor but from behind the only other thing she seemed to be wearing was a bit of red string around her hips.
When Dinah turned she revealed she was a little more modest. Relatively speaking. Her long blonde hair had hidden the top of a white halter top teddy with red trim and a g-string back. The scoop of the teddy's neckline was so low it revealed her belly-button and the remaining material was narrow enough that both sides of her breasts were visible. Atop each breast was a red circle containing a white cross.
"Does the naughty nurse have a fever?" Black Canary asked pretending to misinterpret the reason for Huntress's reaction. Trying to lighten then mood. "Maybe I should take your temperature?"
Huntress growled and then sighed. Black Canary saw her eyes glance to the corner of the visor. In her own visor Oracle was still repeating the same 'Oh' over and over. It was getting hard for Black Canary to remember it wasn't sexual, but it was also getting annoying.
"Dinah can we talk? We're as alone as we're ever going to be and this," Huntress gestured at the chaos of the room around them , "Everything, it's something I've been thinking about. Anomalous bio-readings but the stretcher estimates 23 minutes before our unexpected guest regains consciousness."
Black Canary glanced down at her own stretcher's holographic screen and read the same information.
"Anomalous bio-readings here too. Mustn't be calibrated for Gotham yet. Kate's nap is estimated at 17 minutes. Batwoman's gone soft during her vacation. Talk while we walk."
An exchanged glance was enough for the two heroines to silently agree not to try and revive Batwoman yet. Neither wanted to say it but neither trusted those 'anomalous bio-readings'.
"I like to watch you and Ollie, you know, in bed. Or over a table. Or against a wall."
Despite everything that had just happened in the detention cell Huntress's admission was the most surprising thing to happen Black Canary today. Black Canary almost froze just as she'd started pushing her grav-stretcher. She did turn her face to Helena with her mouth hanging briefly open.
"OK." Smooth Dinah, smooth. At least she'd closed her gaping mouth. Try a bit more positive but still non-committal truth. "I like when you watch..."
But, Black Canary thought with a little flash of irritation, I have been trying to remember not to fuck where you and your Modesty will see.
"I'm trying to say I have the same desires as any woman. But I have my beliefs too. It's sinful and I try not to, I do, but even when I'm not looking I can't help thinking about your Modesty-defying disguise. So slutty."
Helena said 'slutty' with such fervor it prompted Dinah's tits and cunt to start preparations for really committed sluttiness. She found herself looking down at Batwoman's lean, lithe half-naked body to keep her arousal down.
"Helena, are you asking me if you can--"
"Dinah, will you help me?"
Black Canary's mouth went dry. She almost said "Now?" but held the word back.
"Sure. When we're safely back onboard the Watchtower. Do you want Ollie to help too? He will."
"Thanks, Dinah, I knew I could rely on you. I've seen the way Power Girl looks at me, but I've never asked anyone out. I really haven't done... that thing. I'm a virgin. I've never even kissed someone. What do I say? What do I wear? What do I do?"
Huntress was babbling now, fortunately too caught up in what she was saying to see Black Canary's disappointment. Though in truth that regret rapidly turned to open happiness at her friend's love-addled words. And then the pussy-moistening fervor reappeared as Huntress added a new admission.
"My psy-cloak keeps pushing these images into my head. A hulking green woman bent over as the White Queen pushes a naughty plastic thing she's wearing -- A strap-on, it's called a strap-on. Frost's in platforms the other woman's so tall, in platforms to get the right height. So she can push the, uh, strap-on into the green woman's, um, her, her thing, her, her," Helena took a breath, "Her fucking cunt. The White Queen is pumping her strap-on into the moaning green slut's hot fucking cunt. The green woman's so happy and her huge green tits are swaying in time with the Queen slapping into her hips and I want to make Power Girl happy like that. And, Modesty, I want to see her tits do that too."
Huntress ran to a halt, her costume only emphasising the fact her chest was heaving a little as she caught her breath. Her eyes were bright and maybe just a little manic.
"I'll be your wingwoman," Black Canary promised. Though she couldn't imagine what she could do to stop the sex if Power Girl heard even a fraction of what Huntress had just told her. Power Girl would tear a planet apart to bend over and spead her pussy in front of Huntress after that.
"I can only have one Dinah. Just one. And I have to be enough for them. Just me. Modesty allows it. I think me and Power Girl, we might be enough for each other."
Black Canary couldn't help giggling as she imagined the reaction of the other Justice Knights if they couldn't share pleasure with Power Girl any more. No more cocks spraying between her jizz-lubricated mounds, no more cunts pressed to her skilled mouth as hands played with her heavenly tits. Luckily Huntress just looked puzzled at Dinah's reaction, not surprised.
"Scans are inconclusive but I think we'll need 40cc of neuroplasmoids to be safe."
Black Canary's giggling ended abruptly as she confidently spouted med-jargon. A trio of hot brunettes in the sexy white clothes and transparent white-edged lab coats of the science-caste had rounded a corner ahead and stood gaping as the red-headed pair of prisoner and all too recognisable concubine were pushed hurriedly past them. They gave no sign of raising an alarm.
"Escape first. Love life second. But I could teach you how to kiss..."
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