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Clifford.cao - I repeat what I said on the HHH msg thread, but I'll give an example of what I mean at the end of the chapter. Also, be careful about how quickly you move things forward elsewhere in the world to the main action, storylinewise only
one wild night & morning have past so far in story. Granted we don't know exactly how long Zatanna's been Harley's slave, and you probably knew that... I'm just being a control freak, sorry.
Harley pushed the momentary niggle to the back of her mind. She was just being protective of her newly acquired babes and getting the hero community's attention was kinda the point of what she was doing, the madwoman reasoned with no irony lost on her unstable
"What are your sins, my child?" Harley breathed hotly in Helena's face. "Tell your holy
Mother, and maybe you shall earn redemption."
"I have fallen from grace Mother." Huntress rasped, pressing her hand harder against the crotch of her suit while under her Mistress' lustful gaze. "I have forsaken my faith in God, Mother, to follow a new idol." Helena mewled, tugging the golden cross and
chain from her neck, before offering the gold charm to Harley with a look of determination. "An angel of my Goddess showed me how my heart craves the love and flesh of women. I have surrendered myself to the pleasure women stir in me. I desire to sell my soul
to my new Goddess so that she may grant me this pleasure."
Harley grinned ever wider as she stared into those deep blue eyes behind the purple mask. This woman didn't just want to submit to her, Helena
needed to submit. Power Slut, who had overwhelmed Helena's heart with feelings of love and euphoria, was standing directly beside them, wearing her Mistress' colours and marks of ownership. Huntress knew, accepted and embraced, the belief that there
was no other way for her to survive emotionally than to submit to the same Mistress. To the same woman who had inspired the emotions Starr had used to dominate Helena's heart.
"Those are no sins in my house, child." Harley contiuned to play along with the religious act, leaning down to kiss Helena tenderly on the lips and closing her hand over the heroine's offered hand, and the charm within. "To sell your soul is to surrender your
will totally, do you know that, pet?" Harley asked with a gentle seriousness, only pulling back enough to just end the kiss.
"Yes Mistress." Helena's trembling features screamed her need for Harley's acceptance. Her free hand still firmly between her legs, the Mafia born woman let her arousal feed her anticipation for the jester's approval.
"Then it's already mine!" Harley said, planting a rough kiss on the awestruck Huntress, letting her lips show her manical glee. Standing back to full height, Harley lifted her hand from Helena's, taking the cross with it, the freed hand flew promptly to a purple
clad boob as Huntress lost herself to the ecstasy coursing through her. "Ya can cum again, y'know, Huney?"
"MISTRE--!" Helena screamed, losing her voice on the last syllable as her mouth locked in perfect O. Frozen for a few seconds the purple clad heroine fell from her high to lie flat on the floor, rubbing her body into lush carpet.
"Now I have you, heart & soul!" Harley giggled, shoving the cross necklace down the neck of her suit into the bikini bra underneath.
"My heart & soul, Mistress." Huntress echoed, raising herself to kneel, her spandex coated butt resting on the heels of her boots as she looked up to her Mistress. As she smiled happily, Helena was caught off guard when a blur grabbed by both her hips and lifted
her to her feet, and then off them into the air.
"Heart & Soul!" Helena quickly realised her aerial partner was Starr, who'd begun to spin in her flight as she started to sing, "I fell in love with you, Heart & Sooooul!" Recognising the lyrics, Helena joined her alien lover and returned her
embrace. "The way a fool would dooo, Maaadlyyyy!"
Harley grinned as she watched her pets frolic and added her own voice, joined in tandem by both Zee-Zee and the breathy Sugah as she walked toward the grounded pair. "Because you held me tiiiight, And stole a kiss in the night." On the last word, all
five women took their kiss.
Zee-Zee kissed her Mistress with passion and vigour, which was returned in kind, as Sugah Canary planted her lips firmly over the magician's crotch and frenched her second Mistress' cunt. Meanwhile the airbourne couple drifted back to the floor, making out
like a pair of horny teenagers.
"I love you Helena." Starr breathed, savouring the name as it would most likely be the last time she would speak Huntress' name before Mistress Harley changed it forever. "Seeing you surrender to Mistress made me so hot, I came before you did." Power Slut whispered
in Helena's ear, grinding her soaked heart thong against her fellow slave's knee.
"I love you too Starr." Helena whispered back, relishing her lover's new name and exploring the kryptonian's barely clad form with both her hands and eyes in delight. Pressing her knee back against the blonde's crotch, Huntrees reached behind Power Slut to
pull her thong's back string up, making it sink further between the iron strong ass cheeks. "Seeing Mistress change you was fucking mind blowing..."
"AHH!" Starr yelped as the wedgied fabric brushed over her anus and pulled the small heart over her cunt tighter. "P-p-please..." She stammered. Closing her eyes, Power Slut pushed her near naked chest forward, inviting Huntress to explore where she liked.
Helena responded instantly by lashing her tongue over the perfect kryptonian skin, delighting in the slight hint of a smokey taste to the flesh, which she guessed was from the heat vision Starr had used to trim her suit.
"Alright! Alright!" Harley called out, interuptting the pair's renewed sexcapades, as she walked back to the mirror in the wall. "If I'm not mistaken I've still got a Huneypot to dip my fingers into! Not to mention dress her to show off the slutty, bronze bombshell
she is!" The jester added, waving her hand to signal for Huntress to stand in front of the mirror.
"Yes Mistress!" Helena replied, remvoing her face from Starr's chest, to which the alien gave a forlorn moan. To compensate Huntress gave one last hard tug on Power Slut's g-string like attire and simultaneously slapped the kryptonian's branded ass cheek with
her other hand, making Starr's steel blue eyes fly open in shocked pleasure, which Helena couldn't help enjoying. She then walked with a swing in her hips to face her reflection. "Please Mistress! Make me a sexy Huney!" Huntress cried, wafting her cape up
to add to the effect of the heroic pose she struck for the mirror.
"Breakfast and the files you requested, Master Bruce." Alfred Pennyworth informed his charge and employer as he placed the silver tray adorned with a plate of toast, bacon, sausage & eggs and glass of cold milk on the master bed's side table. Adjacent to this
expertly crafted breakfast, were the afformentioned personal and psychiatirc files for the successful escapees from a recent Arkham riot.
"Thank you, Alfred." Bruce Wayne answered, folding his newspaper to hold it in one hand, before reaching for the files and laying them open next to him on the bed, and only then, under the stern gaze of his guardian, did the man reach for the milk. "Anything
reported while I was asleep?"
"No, sir." Alfred answered curtly, the subtle sharpness displaying his frustation with the workaholic tendencies of the man before him. "Is it really such a foreign concept that world will survive without Batman during your 4 hours of sleep."
"It's not the world I'm concerned about." Batman shot back with as much subtle venom as his mentor. "Zatanna hasn't been seen in public since her show three days ago," he said, scanning the headlines, 'NOW YOU SEE ME NOW YOU DON'T: RENOWNED MAGICIAN MISSES
SCHEDULED SELL OUT' catching his eye the most.
"I see, troubling news." The butler said, understanding Bruce's current mood more fully.
"Perhaps," the Dark Knight answered, "she has gone missing for longer before. Sometimes with positive explanations."
"And the other times?" Alfred inquired, to which Batman turned an annoyed glare at the suggestion he would simply dismiss the possibility.
"I'll look into it." Bruce confirmed with complete seriousness. "How many inmates are officially missing?" He said, turning to the Arkham inmate files.
"Of the twenty that escaped, five remain at large." Alfred said with a professional demeanour as Batman examined the files. "The Joker is obviously of highest priority, as would be Killer Croc. The remaining three are lesser known entities, ones; Robert Square,
Marik Ishtar and Monev Gale."
"A ninteen year-old fry cook turned cannibal. A satanic cult leader who believes himself to be possessed by his psychopathic imaginary friend. And a man raised from birth to kill, with physical structure and strength similar to Bane, with the exception of his
right hand which was removed in place of a mini-gun." Bruce summarized bluntly as he read the files with extraordinary pace.
"When you put it like that, sir." Alfred mused. "Maybe we should move them up the priorities list slightly?"
Please let me know what you think,
P.S. Yes, I just made Spongebob a cannibal, sue me Nick!.... no, wait! I don't have any money!
P.P.S. The no. of Arkham escapees is accurate, btw. Joker has 7 enforcers, while there are 5 escapees with him being one of them. The escapees are Joker, Killer Croc, Robert Square (Spongebob), Marik Ishtar (Melvin), and Monev Gale (Monev The Gale). If you
want them all in Joker's group, then cool, if not, that's cool too. The idea is that the remaining enforcers are hired hands or were already free from Arkham. (If possible I'd like to call dibs on one more place in the Joker's crew, I've got a doozy... wow,
I'm set up for a let down now)
P.P.P.S Monev Gale, or rather Monev the Gale, is from the anime series Trigun. I summarised his basic qualities, but other than being a muscle powerhouse with a minigun arm; he's bald, wears a full body purple spandex suit that only shows his face, which is
guarded by an orange bulletproof visor.
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