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Everybody Wants Zinda update
🕑 Added 2018-04-13 19:22:41 +0000 UTC Barbara didn’t want her to go, but Dinah couldn’t wait. No matter how iffy Babs suddenly was on Misfit’s teleportation, she wasn’t leaving Roy alone with a Lucrezia Borgia bitch like Talia al Ghul, naked. Not after losing Zinda—or after hearing him rail Helena like a train conductor, as an insistent little voice in her head kept saying.She insisted on going alone, naked, just like Roy, just like Roy had been as he’d fucked Helena, or had he just unzipped himself and entered her like that? That would be even dirtier…
Dinah arrived in Talia’s homestead. Misfit instantly ported back to let Barbara tinker with her rig, leaving Dinah alone and naked. Dinah tried not to care. She didn’t need clothes to kick Talia’s ass, if it came to that. Hell, she’d been planning on wearing a costume that was just about this level of subtle anyway.
The first thing she heard was voices.
“Hit me.”
“There. Want another one?”
“Let me think about it.”
Dinah had been delivered somewhere in a sprawling, rustic lounge—the kind of cabin so opulent that it might as well have been a mansion except for pretensions of austerity. She didn’t know if Talia had sought it out for that reason, out of her father’s environmental zeal, or if it had just been a conveniently luxurious place for her to stay. The room was darkened, the light coming mainly from a fire in the hearth. Next to it, Roy and Talia were concentrating on a game of blackjack. Roy was naked, just as the little voice kept whispering, but with his legs crossed and his attention on the cards, he was almost presentable.
Talia brushed back a strand of dark chocolate hair and nodded. “Okay, give me another.”
Roy slapped the card down and Talia made a face, dropping her cards to the table. “Twenty-three!”
Roy chortled. “Looks like I win again. And since you’ve already lost your bra and panties…”
“Just shuffle the deck,” Talia pouted huffily, peeling her dress over her head.
Horror caught in Dinah’s throat as Talia exposed first her pussy, then her enormous breasts. Even from where she stood, Dinah could tell that Talia liked being looked at. Roy made a pretense of shuffling the cards, but his cock was hard and rigid, and he shifted his legs just enough to let it lance up into the open air. They faced each other with no more clothes to play for. Dinah was too shocked to move.
“A bargain is a bargain,” Talia said. “I will tell you what I know about Shiva’s activities.”
“Good to know you’re not a welcher,” Roy said.
“And if I were?” Talia asked. “Would you strip me naked by force?”
“Not my style.”
“There’s a pity.”
“Why’d you have me shuffle if I won?” Roy asked, changing the subject.
“In case you wish to go double or nothing.”
“And what would that look like?”
“If I win, I put my clothes back on and go free.”
“And if I win?”
Talia leaned forward, letting her breasts sway into Roy’s view. “Anything you want.”
***
Slade Wilson wasn’t sure any amount of money was worth anymore of this waiting around. He’d been stuck in this stifling closet for what felt like hours, and on top of that he’d gotten a throbbing hard-on watching those two kewpie dolls make it with each other. It was the kind of thing that made him want to charge out there and bury his aching cock in at least one of them, preferably both, but even he knew better than to test Shiva. She’d promised him a good payday and the kind of fun working environment he hasn’t had since he’d shaken that crazy bitch Terra loose—and Shiva was even crazier, come to think about it, but damn if he’d let a bush-league freak like David Cain tap that and not him.
But all he’d done so far was wait; he could’ve jerked off and gotten another erection in the time Shiva was taking eating pussy. Fuck, why didn’t she turn the tables already? ‘Lady Blackhawk’ was whimpering and ready for anything, which was supposed to be his cue. Unless Lady Shiva had a thing for the ladies.
Shit, it felt like he’d been waiting forever, for-fucking-ever, to sink his throbbing prick into that tiny pink slit Shiva apparently found so delicious. Slade wiped perspiration from his brow, then unzipped his fly to let out his heavy, swollen cock. The girls were just too fucking much in their sweating, straining nakedness, to say nothing of watching Shiva tongue and kiss Zinda’s cunt, her face damn near buried between Zinda’s wide-spread thighs.
He couldn’t take much more of this. He’d never laid eyes on a sexier, rounder, tighter ass than Zinda’s. Christ, he wanted a piece of her, a piece of Lady Shiva too, when the time was right, but until it was right, a delicious slice of that birdie pie. She had the most luscious looking cunt he’d ever seen. No wonder Shiva was eating it like she was going to spend all night there.
Slade’s one good eye gaped voyeuristically through the small crack of the slightly opened closet door, his lust-filled gaze fixed on Zinda’s pink pussy, Lady Shiva’s mouth clinging to it in one long kiss. He could see the wiggling, snaking movements of Shiva’s little wet tongue in Zinda’s tight cunt. Christ, how long was a man supposed to watch that without doing anything about it? He hauled out his huge, roiling balls as well…
“Now, Zinda, now it’s your turn to make me happy,” Shiva breathlessly whispered, raising back to her knees. The entire lower half of her face was wetly shining from Zinda’s gushing enjoyment of your efforts.
“But, but I need to come, so bad—“ Zinda whimpered, smoothing her hands down her flat belly, toward the fire-filled fluidity of her obscenely displayed sex, her body squirming lewdly in its nakedness.
“Soon,” Shiva promised, leaning forward to catch Zinda’s hands. She gently, but firmly, held them still. “After you’ve licked and sucked me. Don’t you want to do that, lover?”
“Y-yes, yes, of course—I want to make you happy, yes,” Zinda recited, her mind careening blindly from thought to thought in her confused, drugged need.
“Then come and serve my pussy,” Shiva urged in her sultry lack of affect, moving up beside Zinda and lying down on the pillow. “Get down on your knees before me, as I did to you. And after, I can turn around on top of you, and we’ll both lick each other until we come together.”
Zinda lowered her trembling legs slowly, something rebelling inside her as she did what Shiva had told her to. Even through the dense fog surrounding her drugged brain, some part of her conscious mind tried to break through. She shook her head as if to dispel the conflict she felt—how could she both want this woman and not want her at the same time?
“Don’t be afraid,” Shiva said, her voice now dipping into seductive tones. “You’ll like it. Haven’t you ever eaten a woman out before?”
“No,” Zinda said, “never.”
“You’ve seen how much I enjoyed doing it for you. You’ll enjoy it just as much. Don’t be frightened. Get down between my legs. Look at how my cunt tempts you, all wet and pink, just waiting for your tongue. Go on. Hurry. Don’t keep me waiting. The Lady Shiva needs your hot tongue inside her.”
“Yes, yessss--!” Zinda heard herself say, drawing a taboo rush from the franticness of her unfulfilled desire crashing against how perversely antithetical the act was to so much of her.
She shook her head, her long blonde hair whipping over her naked shoulders like the lashes of burning excitement driving her, taking complete control of her—and with the cobwebs fleeing from her mind, there came delicious memories of Roy.
She sat there a moment in her exquisitely felt nudity, staring at Shiva lying there before her. The open, invitational spread of Shiva’s seemingly sculpted womanhood, the sight of her wetness open to her and waiting for Zinda to finish the job, these things made Zinda’s passion skyrocket, filling her groin with wilder sensations where the touch of Shiva’s tongue was lingering.
She stared in fascination between Shiva’s legs, at her moistened slit, her palpitating clit, her puckered anus, thinking of how her tongue could bring the same flickering pleasures to those places as Shiva had inflicted on her. Sensual flames shivered through her. She remembered how Shiva had moaned at the taste of her. How much would she like the way Shiva tasted?
“Now, Zinda!” Shiva sharply commanded, brow furrowing as she felt the scene spiraling away from her. “Remember Shiva, lover? You promised to lick her pussy, remember?”
“S-Shiva?” Zinda repeated, staring at the beautiful woman presented before her, loving the enticing sight. And yet—“Yes, you’re so lovely, but I have to go now. I have to find him…”
Shiva felt her mouth falling open—she’d heard Zinda’s words, but she couldn’t believe them. Then came the enraging thought that the drug had been too mild; that Zinda’s will was stronger than her hick accent and blonde head would imply. She lowered her legs and jerked upright to sit across from Zinda.
“You’re not going anywhere—you don’t want to go anywhere. You want me. You want my pussy!”
“No, No, I want, I have to leave now,” Zinda insisted, almost blankly, easing away from Shiva. “I want, I want… Roy.”
“You stupid cow!” Shiva spat, even now seeing Zinda’s lips forming the name again. “Curse you! Slade! Get in here! Where are you when I need you?”
“Now you need me?” the big man responded, leaving the closet—his fly carefully zipped up. “Seems like you just wrapped things up.”
“Fuck the shit out of the little she-dog,” Shiva snarled, eyes blazing. “Fuck her! She doesn’t leave this room until she’s played her part!”
“Well, so long as you’re payin’,” Slade replied with a lewd grin, his lurid smirk spreading even to his eye as he began to pull his costume off. “Course, you gave me an hour and a six-pack, I’d have had her fucked yesterday. Better late than never, huh?”
“Fuck her like a goddamn animal!” Shiva vindictively ordered, ignoring or ignorant of his comments. Her breasts heaved in her anger, the nipples hard enough to draw Slade’s eye even off of the pussy he’d been gifted.
“Any preferences?” Slade retorted. “Some of them animals can get downright kinky.”
“No mercy!” Shiva cried in her nakedness, seeming to become even more aroused as she gave the order. “Fuck her from behind while I watch! And get me the camera! I want her to her a souvenir of all this.”
“Besides a limp?” Slade asked, picking up the camera and handing it to her. “Funny, thought that Harper kid was a jagoff like his old man, but apparently he pulled this sweet piece of tail. Wonder if he knew what to do with it?”
“I don’t care about that!” Shiva hissed, her consciousness swimming in the rage of a rare denial. She lay below the two of them, waiting to see something. “Just fuck her! Fuck her from behind like a goddamn dog in heat! Push her cunt up over my face and let me see your big fat cock stuffing her full!”
***
“Blackjack!” Roy’s triumphant cry penetrated the shock Dinah was still feeling as they played rapid-fire for one last time. “Let’s see… what would I like?”
Talia only smiled.
“Yeah. I know. Lean back and spread your legs. I want to see every inch of your cunt.”
Talia did as she was directed. She lay back, propped on her elbows, and lifted her knees up and apart to give Roy a complete view of her sex. Dinah sucked in a breath as his cockhead blunted forth from his foreskin, straining as if in an attempt to get to the pink snatch that lay opened before it. Despite the shock of seeing the scene in front of her, Dinah felt her own sex twitching hungrily at the sight of his manhood. She couldn’t stop the little hiss that rose from her throat as he tossed the coffee table out of the way and knelt between her legs.
“Ahhhh!” Talia gasped, wiggling as Roy’s fingers slid along her womanhood and found her clit. “You—oh!—you said you were going to just look!”
He strummed her clit playfully and laughed, delighting in her groans. “Your pussy’s too good to just look at. And you said anything I want, remember?”
He moved a finger down to the parted folds of her sex and slipped in knuckle-deep, moving in and out of her like a small piston.
“I—re—re—member—ohhhh!” Talia arched up on his finger, getting more of it for herself, then being punished by having his thumb strike her stiff clit. The nipples large and erect on her full breasts, she hunched on Roy’s hands in intense spasms of pained pleasure.
“Of course,” Roy continued, “I think this might just be what you want too…”
Dinah could easily see that Roy was enjoying her reaction. Letting his finger jab in and out of her clutching sex, he teased Talia’s clitoris with lazy expertise, working her casually to a fever pitch. Even in the middle of her shock, she felt herself growing wet at what she was seeing. A small, whimpering groan escaped Dinah as she watched them, feeling her inner thighs becoming slick.
Her hand crept down to her groin and began to massage her sex, trying to rub the ache away. That only made it worse. She rubbed even harder.
Then, as suddenly as he’d begun, Roy pulled his finger out of Talia.
“I think I’d like the back view too. Get up on your hands and knees and stick that juicy ass of yours way out. Let’s see if that cunt looks as good as it feels.
Talia obeyed with lustful fervor, drawing her knees underneath her and lifting her ass into the air. Roy could see the entire crevice of her pussy, from her stiffened clit to her small puckered asshole, while her luscious thighs glistened with her cream. But what drew his attention the most was her anus. He’d never seen a girl’s asshole exhibited so openly, and the spectacle of her offering it to him grabbed at Roy like a magnet.
On impulse he rolled a finger along that delicate hole, easing the tip into it.
“Oooh!” Talia gave a delighted giggle. “That feels funny…” She gyrated her hips, blatantly arching her back as he tested his finger in the tightness of her anus.
Her giggle became a gasp when he stood up behind her, slipping his cockhead to the entrance of her sex.
“What’re you doing?” Talia asked, trembling.
“Anything I want,” Roy replied.
Talia wailed, sobbing out as Roy thrust into her, working his fat cockhead into her taut pussy and stretching it with inch after inch of his swollen shaft. Her eyes rolled back in her head. It hurt, but she’d been well-trained to deal with pain—and become a connoisseur of pleasure.
“Uuh! Oh, oh, Roy! I can feel it going all the way! It feels so good inside me, so—oooh, more, slide it in and out…”
“Starting to feel better, huh?” Roy asked, already knowing the answer in the way her hips lurched back at him.
By this time his finger was wedged deep in her ass. He’d taken advantage of that first moment of startled pain to work it completely into Talia’s asshole. Now, as she pumped herself against his cock with growing intensity, he pistoned his finger in and out of her ass with perfect rhythm, so he was fucking both her holes at once.
Talia didn’t seem to mind a bit. Each backward hunch she made ended in a small upward motion, bringing her body against his finger as if she were enjoying it as much as his prick.
“Yessss!” she gasped distantly, actually gurgling a little on her own voice. “It’s good, so goooooood!”
She undulated faster, driving herself against his penetrations of her with increasing need.
Dinah felt her pussy filling with lust, with wet juices, drenching her crotch where the heel of her hand pushed unmercifully against her need. The sight of Roy’s manhood stabbing in and out of Talia was an all too vivid reminder of what she had been missing, and what he had been doing, with Helena, shit, with Lady Shiva…
Each sliding lunge of Roy’s cock seemed to slam into her as well, her body shuddering in rippling response to the phantom pleasure. Unable to tear her gaze away from the two lovers and just as unable to withstand the melting of her cunt into warm cream, Dinah Lance gave into the urges electrifying her, shoving both hands down to her gushing sex, three fingers inside—
“OOHHHMMMM—”
Dinah heard Talia groan. The Demon’s Daughter was arching her back, thrusting herself back and forth, her ass pressed flush to Roy’s hand as she fucked herself harder and harder on him. From her vantage point, Dinah could see Talia’s glistening cuntlips sucking at Roy’s massive erection, stretching tight over the slick shaft and clutching at every veiny inch with the greed of a vise.
Her own cunt was being busily worked at by her fingers, four of them plowing through her golden-wet curls and parting her labia. She groaned as she wedged almost her whole hand inside herself, her other hand strumming her stiff clit. It felt so good, so damn good, but not as good as what that bitch Talia and that whore Helena had felt.
Were feeling…
Her passionate moan went unnoticed by Roy and Talia as they panted and heaved together. Roy’s face was contorted with lust; he grasped Talia’s waist with his free hand, holding her still as he pounded into her furiously. Talia responded with whimpering sobs, lurching and shuddering as his finger reamed her ass with frantic jabs, making it feel like her whole body was filled by his pistoning flesh.
“You’re—nnnnh!—you’re fucking me so nice!” she cried out in pure delight. “I’m going to come! Uhhh! Fuck me and make me come! Oh, Roy, keep doing that, that’s so good!”
Gasping with the intensity of his strokes, Roy rammed himself into her even harder.
As if hypnotized, Dinah leaned against a nearby wall and pumped her fingers inside her pussy with a rhythm that perfectly matched theirs. Her cunt was so wet it was actually sloshing as her fingers dipped into it. She couldn’t have cared less if they heard her or not. It was like she was fucking Roy herself. Every pump of his member into her was a thrust into Dinah’s hungry sex. Every time he dug his swollen cockhead into Talia’s folds, Dinah sobbed with sympathetic hunger. She fingered herself faster and faster, slamming her body to a climax.
“AAAAAAHHHHHH!” Talia shrieked, rearing up on all fours and bouncing wildly at the end of Roy’s thrusts.
In that moment Dinah let out her own gasping groan, hunching down on her hand with blissful twists centered on each finger.
“Come!” Talia yelled, her head reeling down to the cushions. “Come inside me, Roy, give my cunt your cum, your cock, everything, everything…”
As if her pleading voice was a wish he had to obey, Roy bored into her with a violent rotating motion, not stopping until he was in her to the hilt. Then his cum exploded deep in her tight sex.
Talia gave a happily shrill cry when he first erupted into her cunt, hot sticky jizz showing her just how much room inside her tight sex could still be filled. A second ejaculation quickly followed, then a third. Talia took each, clamping her flooded pussy down to the base of Roy’s jerking prick and pumping her cunt on it for more.
Dinah could practically feel that thick load jetting into her sex as well. Though it was only her juices streaming down onto her hand, forced out by the pistoning motion of her fingers, she imagined it was Roy’s seed. Sighing in utter completion, she twisted her slickened fingers inside her cunt to soak up the last dregs of climax, while Roy and Talia sank to the floor in drained fulfillment.
“Well, shit…” Roy slipped his dripping cock out of Talia and pulled his finger free of her anus. “How was that, Talia? Worth a score of twenty-one?”
“Mmmmm…” Talia smiled drunkenly, slumping forward against the foot of the couch she’d been suspended on so that her cum-filled pussy jutted up in the air.
Roy grinned, staring at her cuntlips and watching his ejaculation slowly seep back the way it had come. “It looks like I had a little more cum than you were ready for. Maybe I’d better plug you up so nothing gets out.”
Roy dipped a finger down to her pussy and collected the first trickle of his cum flowing from her, then he jammed three of his fingers totally up into Talia with one thrusting motion.
“Ahhh—“ Still twitching from what felt like her first real fuck in a very long time, Talia cooed and clenched at his deep-set fingers, laughing throatily.
“Now then,” Roy said, his fingers still inside of Talia. “How ‘bout that Lady Shiva?”
She told him everything. Dinah watched her tell him everything, the Demon’s Daughter satiated but still somehow kept at a fever pitch by how Roy’s fingers stuffed inside her, stirring the cum he’d left filling her pussy. When she was done reciting everything she knew about Shiva’s whereabouts, Roy pumped his hand a few times, making Talia cry out and shudder. But it was like she was too sore and tired to be cajoled into more of his favorite pastime. She groaned and winced, shutting her eyes as Roy obligingly took his hand away, and all Dinah could think was ungrateful bitch, ungrateful bitch…
“Thank you,” Roy said, bringing his dripping fingers to her mouth. She obediently sucked them clean, some predilection to submission set free by the contest she had lost. “You’ve been very helpful.”
He was still hard, so hard Dinah didn’t see how he couldn’t jerk off right then and there, with or without Talia’s help, and she kept thinking that she could help him, that Talia had had her turn, that it was now hers.
Then Misfit and Huntress teleported in, fully dressed, Helena carrying Roy’s uniform and Charlie carrying Dinah’s. Upon seeing the conjoined Talia and Roy, Misfit dropped her cargo in shock, while Helena just grinned.
“Hunh. Maybe getting our shit together was a waste of time. You certainly don’t seem to have much use for clothes.” She strolled toward the two of them, each long stride flashing the lush olive thighs between her thigh-high boots and her abbreviated shorts. “I could always join in…”
“Could I?” Misfit muttered, so frailly it was like she didn’t realize she had spoken.
That was enough. Dinah could take seeing Roy pump Talia for information, but she wasn’t about to share him—no, not share him, see him corrupted any further by Helena and her horrible taste in men and her worse taste in extracurricular activities.
Grabbing up a throw blanket from one of Talia’s chairs, she wrapped herself up modestly—noting that her long, limber legs were still bare, as if God were a leg man—and arrived on the scene. “Roy!” she said innocently. “There you are. I thought Talia made a break for it; I was surveying the area.”
Seeing her show up, Roy let out a slightly undignified noise and began throwing on his costume, once Helena had mercifully tossed it to him. “Surveying the area? In Alaska? It must be forty degrees out there.”
“Global warming,” Dinah said.
“Yeah, I bet there was a lot of warming in the area you were surveying,” Helena smirked.
Dinah called, “Misfit, you mind?”
Misfit scrambled to pick up Dinah’s costume and carry it over to her, with Dinah taking it gratefully. Turning so that the throw blanket was between herself and the others, she began to struggle into the set of panties and jacket that now comprised her costume. All the fishnets could wait until she was in private.
Halfway through her dressing, Talia started to snore. God, she was even a bitch while unconscious. Wanting to regain some of her initiative, Dinah let the blanket ‘accidentally’ slip aside, displaying her bare ass to Roy and the others as she slid her panties up her legs. She had long legs. It took a long time.
“Jesus,” she heard Roy muttered, and she whirled to catch him as he was pulling his pants up, just stuffing himself into his fly. Upon seeing her, it suddenly became more difficult for him.
“I trust you got what you came for?” Dinah said archly.
“Oh yeah. Talia told me exactly where the temple is. GPS coordinates and everything.”
“Did she tell you that she usually never does this?” Helena asked. “Because I heard she told Red Hood that too…”
Roy grunted as he threw his vest on. “Let’s just get back. I’m sure Oracle would love to do a little presentation about all this.”
“Yes,” Dinah said, slinging her fishnets over her shoulder. “We are trying to rescue a captured teammate here. Misfit, c’mon.”
“Righty-oh, cap’n!” Misfit saluted, taking hold of Dinah and disappearing them both.
Alone again, Helena gave Roy a look. “She seems to have given up a lot. Maybe later, we can discuss interrogation techniques. I’d love a private demonstration…”
Roy managed a half-grin despite all that had happen—literally getting caught with his pants down by most of the only all-girl superhero team on Earth. “I thought I gave you one last night.”
“Maybe I can find someone else you can get to sing.” Helena raised an eyebrow suggestively as Misfit reappeared, holding out her hand. “That is, if I’m not too busy.”
She took Misfit’s hand and the two of them teleported out. Roy shook his head, then turned to look one last time at Talia. Before he could, he felt a stinging slap on his bare waist, where he hadn’t tucked the top of his costume into his pants yet.
“Oww!” he cried, looking at Talia as she gave a slightly mischievous look to him.
“There was a fly,” she said.
Misfit reappeared and took a moment to goggle at the sight of Talia naked, Roy’s uninhibited cum now trickling out of her. It was quite a spectacle.
“Good day,” Talia told her firmly, and Misfit put a hand on Roy’s shoulder and they both disappeared.
Talia sighed, lying back, and closed the secret compartment in the ring she had opened up. It was a shame to use such a strong potion on Mr. Harper, but he and his friends had shamed her by how they’d intruded on her home and compelled her to serve them—even if some of the ways she had were very, very enjoyable. At least the man had been well-compensated for the fate he would now incur.
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Shendude
So, let's leave aside the hotness of the smutty stuff, and focus on other things, like the awesomeness of Zinda being able to resist Shiva's seductions and Shiva's rather petulant response to same. Also, wow, that ending is ominous.
