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🕑 Added 2017-08-01 16:02:17 +0000 UTC“Hiro,” Ivy whispered, releasing his spit-soaked prick from her mouth, then staring at its renewed erection with drowsily lidded eyes. There was still undeniable interest in her pupils. “Would you like to fuck me again?”
“Oh, yeah,” he grinned. “You know I would. I definitely would! But can we, like? You know? Dogs?”
“Oh, yes, I’d love that,” she panted, wondering if that was how he’d fucked Selina earlier. She’d looked very happy afterward.
Taking Hiro’s hand and giving him a naughty smile, she led him to a vanity against the wall. Spreading her deliciously naked legs, she leaned forward and rested her arms on the dresser top.
“Okay,” she giggled, wiggling her upturned ass around in front of his eyes. “Show me how I get fucked this time.”
Stepping up behind the woman, Hiro gently spread her asscheeks apart with his fingers as he stared at the wisps of wet curls just beneath her dot of an asshole, inside the shockingly pale green of her inwardly curving buttocks. Ivy’s entire body began shivering with anticipation when she felt him probing his finger into her slippery cunt from the rear. Mewling little obscenities, she began lewdly writhing her hot, dripping pussy around the finger that was so deeply embedded in it. Finally removing his finger, Hiro grasped his thick cock and placed it between her asscheeks, rubbing his big knob against her sopping cuntlips.
“My God, Hiro, stop teasing me and shove it in,” she whimpered as his hot hard cockhead slid back and forth against her tingling clit. “Please fuck me now.”
Lowering his hips, he placed his bulbous helmet between her hot, wet pussylips. The beautiful woman let out a wild squeal of joy when he grasped her ass and drilled his huge prick deep into her with one long thrust. Withdrawing his shaft until only his big purple knob remained in her, Hiro once more plunged forward, driving even deeper into the hot, juicy depths of her clinging pussy. Half-crazed with the intense joy of fucking the horny redhead, he was soon pounding his throbbing cock in and out at an ever-increasing tempo.
"Ohhh, Hiro, it feels even better than I thought it would!” Ivy panted, wanting it to go on forever. “That’s the way to fuck a cunt!”
"Just what I like to hear!" Hiro chuckled. He continued humping his big meaty cock deeper and deeper into her.
Leaning on her arms and looking into the mirror, Ivy could see the delicious thickness of his juice-slickened prick sluicing in and out between her puffy pink cuntlips.
“Harder, Hiro, harder!” she squealed in ecstasy. “I’m almost there… almost!”
Faster and harder he fucked his massive cock into the woman’s hot, juicy cunt, feeling his loins tensing for a wild climax that was only seconds away.
“Ooooooh, shit!” she suddenly shrieked. “Fuck me good! I’m coming! Oh, shit, I’m coming!”
Just as Ivy’s overpowering climax engulfed her, she felt Hiro’s hot cum gushing into her pussy. Shuddering violently they both collapsed over the dresser, his cock still shooting thick wads of jism into her spasming cunt.
"Ohhhh, Hiro," Ivy moaned as she felt Hiro's cock shoot one final surge of cum into her still-gripping cunt, dripping with cum and cream. "Oh, God, that was sooo fucking great!" Ivy cried as her body collapsed and she tumbled down to the floor.
Moments later, she was snoring.
“Well,” Selina said, a rich chuckle purring under her words. “I guess she’s one hell of a lipstick lesbian.”
“I didn’t know she wore lipstick,” Harley said.
“Her lips aren’t green, are they?”
Harley craned her head until she could see between Ivy’s legs. “Well, actually…”
Almost as if he’d just finished masturbating, self-recrimination flooded in. Hiro whirled even as he stooped to cover himself, his hands cupping his fortunately wilted erection as he backed toward some source of clothing.
Selina was attired in a cotton/lycra stretch mini-skirt. It was bright white and hugged her hips and thighs like adhesive tape. It rode high on her lovely legs. Her tight black tank-top pulled in hotly on her full, firm breasts. The zipper in the back of her tight skirt was lined up so that it pointed to the crack of her ass. She had on white heels.
Harley had on a black micro-mini skirt. She also wore a belly-baring wrap tee in bright pink. Her belly looked as fleet and taut as the finish of a luxury car, and her skirt looked almost obscene it was so short. She had on pink heels.
Hiro felt backwards, remembering where an endtable had been, and he was gratified to find that his awareness of the room had survived the mind-blowing orgasms he’d shared with Ivy. He touched a muslin tablecloth and pulled it away to wrap around his waist, inadvertently pulling a number of small knick-knacks to the floor. Hiro winced as they crashed at his bare feet. Luckily, none of them were glass.
“Ladies,” he said, realizing how absurdly sweaty he was as he swiped his damp hair out of his face. “I get it. You’re criminals. You’ve kidnapped me. But I fixed your toy, so why am I still here? Why don’t you let me go?”
“Considering you just pumped Ivy as full as a jelly donut, that’s an awfully ungrateful stance to take,” Selina said, examining her short fingernails for the defects they were clearly lacking. “Fetch us some drinks.”
Hiro felt a growl in his throat as his exasperation boiled over. As nice as the Ivy thing had been—and the Selina thing—and he’d seen some Harley things—he’d still been kidnapped, threatened, endangered, and rather uncomfortably sexualized. They could’ve at least bothered to seduce him instead of going the bag-over-his-head route. “Why?”
“Because we’re crazy people who kill guys that hack us off,” Harley said. “And you’re hacking us off!”
Holding the tablecloth over himself, Hiro picked his way through the detritus of the endtable to the room’s minifridge, where he found some wine coolers. He brought them back to Selina and Harley, who had sat down on a couch, and set the drinks on the coffee table in front of them.
As he bent down, he looked up and saw Harley's micro-mini hiked way up on her thighs, looking at the snug white panties that blanketed her cunt so explicitly that they barely seemed more than a layer of paint.
He hadn’t yet managed to look away when Selina leaned forward to get her drink. Her beautiful tits splashed against her black tank top like a couple of juicy pears. And even as he started to turn his head toward those, Harley leaned back, giving Hiro a better look at her panties. He could see the bulge of her labia, the indecent wetness that was beginning to turn the crotch of her panties translucent. Selina licked her pouty lips and smiled coyly.
Hiro stretched up and stood in front of the girls. His cock was at half-mast, then the shaft started to thump to an amazing erection against the tablecloth. He had to hold it a ways away from his groin to prevent his cock from poking through.
Selina was stunned by the rigid projection. Little Harley's mouth dropped. She licked her tongue on her lower lip. Both girls' eyes were wide and sparkling.
“Wowie!” Harley exclaimed. “You weren’t kidding! I guess a whammy like that even makes a girl quit waiting for tall, dark, and brooding!”
“Shut up, Harley. You’re one to talk about getting over men.”
Hiro flushed red with embarrassment. He trembled. He was under scrutiny. The girls stared from his erection to his reddening face.
Selina leaned back, crossed her legs, flashing her pink panties under her white skirt.
Harley slid down a little, drawing her micro-mini so high that a hot V was plainly visible along with the sweet snug nylon triangle of her panties.
"I could get over a man right now…" Harley whispered.
Selina looked at her girlfriend. Harley glanced back.
"I... I... ah... I heard… you said that if I just fixed Harley’s toy," Hiro stuttered. “You would let me go.”
“You want to get back to work?” Harley asked.
"Yes," he choked, his voice trembling, his cock wobbling and throbbing between his legs.
“Come on now, Hiro. You know how dangerous that could be for us.” Selina smiled. “Even with all the fun we’ve had with you. Especially with all the fun we’ve had with you. If you went and shot your mouth off about how you got lucky with us, our reps would be in the toilet.”
“I wouldn’t do that!” Hiro protested. “Besides, you can’t keep me here forever! People will come looking for me.”
Harley bopped up and down. “We could always kill him!”
“That would be a waste of a perfectly good… endowment,” Selina said. “God knows most men don’t have his smarts. No. I think we should come to an understanding.”
“W-what understanding?” Hiro stammered.
“We have lots of different kinds of toys,” Selina purred. “You could maintain them for us. Like you were part of our gang. Our sweet little boy toy.”
“Aww,” Harley crooned, “you just want him around for his endowment!”
“That’s what I said!”
“No it ain’t!” Harley crowed. “But it’s what you meant!”
Selina gritted her teeth. “I’ve had my fun with him. I couldn’t care less if he lives or dies. But Ivy seems to be a big enough slut for him. She’s quite the sub, once you get to know her. I’m sure she’d let you put it anywhere, if you stayed on.”
“That’s, ah, that’s quite an offer…” Hiro had to stop cinching the tablecloth around him and instead hold it directly in front of himself to keep his erection from punching through its folds like it was the world’s biggest condom. “But I…”
Selina got up, swaying her hips as she approached him. “It’s not like we can take back what we’ve done with you. How we acted like total whores. Cock-sucking sluts. Now you know what hot little bitches we really are. So, if you do our little odd jobs, I suppose we could thank you. You know Ivy’s virtually a prostitute, and Harley isn’t much better. And in the unlikely event that I ever… develop an itch… I suppose I could come to you…”
Her foot brushed against the hem of the tablecloth as she came up on his side. Then she embraced him, rubbing her warm body against his flank. Her arms went around like she was soaking in his warmth.
"That's right, Hiro," Harley said, coming in from the other side. "We stole these old animatronics last month, they’d sell for a pretty penny, but they’re all busted up. I bet if you took a look at them, you could fix them..."
“If they fetched a good price on the black market, we wouldn’t have to steal for quite some time,” Selina said. “Think about it, Hiro. We wouldn’t be committing any crimes. We’d just stay here, in the lap of luxury, with you. Keeping ourselves entertained… however we can…”
She sashayed away, hip-checking his tablecloth so that it flared out from his crotch, nearly exposing him. When she got back to the couch, she posed like a centerfold model, cupping and offering her tits, tickling the nipples with her slim fingers, stretching out her tongue to lick at the upstanding dents in her tank top. Her eyes sparkled with lust, and her pussy was wet and pink when she reached down to spread her pussy lips. Her legs stretched out, wide-open, and she rubbed herself.
“Maybe you could help,” Harley suggested in a teasing voice.
"I mean," Hiro said, “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to look at it.”
“No, Hiro,” Selina purred. “It never hurts to look. In fact, by the time you’re done, Ivy may have woken up. Then she and Harley can give you something to look at… together.”
The bedsheet slipped from his sweaty hand. But, like he’d won a game of horseshoes, it didn’t make it to the ground.
***
“I’m working under the assumption that Hiro’s been kidnapped,” Karen said, her normally clarion voice only somewhat diminished for coming in over the comlink.
Bruce conceded the point with a low noise in his throat—it almost always was a kidnapping, in their line of work—and ducked a wooden chair being swung at his head. He stepped into the arc of the swing, bringing his elbow up into the assailant’s face, and registered that the man was disabled even before he hit the floor. “And you think he’s in Gotham?”
“It’d make sense. He was doing the tourist thing when he went missing.”
Batman jerked to his left, dodging a thrown beer bottle. His arm flew backward, catching the bottleneck, then sending it boomeranging back the way it had come. It crashed into the thug’s forehead, cracking skull and grinding bone fragment against bone fragment as he went down. That brown glass was tougher than it looked.
“Oracle, recent thefts of super-high-tech material?”
“On it,” Barbara said. Her voice filter was good, but not so good that he couldn’t hear the keys of her mechanical keyboard clattering. “Only one. Hold on, let me hack Lexcorp and STAR Labs’ private servers to be sure.”
Pool cue. Batman simply raised his arm, letting it break against his gauntlet, then stepped in with a rabbit punch that downed his attacker and a knee strike that finished him off.
“Okay,” Barbara continued, “definitely only one in recent history. Guess Corporate America is getting smarter about bringing their tech to Gotham. Three Amazo variants—whatever that means—were stolen from the GCPD evidence lock-up.”
Batman growled deep in his throat. He’d seen the report, but had to give it a low priority. The Joker, Killer Croc, and Hush on the loose took precedence, but he recalled assigning it to Batgirl. If the same perp was behind both the Okamura kidnapping and this Amazo theft, then he or she was out of Batgirl’s league.
He drove his elbow backward, knocking the wind out of the man who’d been trying to backstab him. The man vomited, prompting Batman to whip his cape out of the way, and crumpled to the ground, losing consciousness just from that one blow. Clearly, health standards among Gotham’s criminal element could do with some improvement.
“Patch in to Batgirl’s system,” Batman commanded. “See what her notes on the case are.”
“Already on it, boss,” Barbara replied. “Okay, this is from a voice-to-text translator, since I know you don’t have time to listen to her vlog, but she suspects Catwoman of the theft. Same MO. Think she’s right?”
“I trained her. If she says it’s Selina, then it’s Selina.”
Power Girl came back on the line. “What would Catwoman want with a bunch of Amazos, even if Hiro could get them online?”
“My guess would be safecrackers,” Barbara said. “Literally.”
“Seems like overkill.”
Batman heard a gun’s safety being taken off. He threw a Batarang in the general direction, letting its onboard computer take over the targeting. It would center in on the heat signature. When Batman heard a grunt of exerted pain, he drew his grapple-fun and fired it after the noise, then pulled the gunman out of hiding. He knew the firearm brought out an irrational rage in him, and he vented it with a vicious right hook.
“It’s Gotham,” Batman said. “We don’t do minimalist. Oracle, do you think the Birds of Prey can—“
“Hey, this is my case or whatever,” Power Girl cut in. “If anyone’s rescuing Hiro, it’s going to be me!”
Batman huffed out displeasure. She was personally involved. Made everything more complicated. “I can’t stop you.”
“You can’t stop the four Amazos they’re going to use him to reactivate either. I’ll bring Atlee. Between the two of us, we should be able to throw a bucket of water on all that.”
“If the crimes are even connected,” Batman pointed out, handcuffing the first of many suspects.
Power Girl grunted. “Why else would someone kidnap him?”
***
Harley was bent double, holding the back of a chair, her legs apart while Ivy fucked her pussy. Thin chains were attached to her nipples, and at intervals Hiro would pull at the chains and Harley would moan.
"Do it harder!" Ivy said. Hiro pulled harder. Harley groaned. "Do you want him to stop?"
"Yes!" Harley gaped.
"Beg me to fuck your ass!"
"I won't!"
"Again, Hiro. I don't care if you pull one of her nipples off. I want the little bitch to beg for it."
Hiro pulled both chains and Harley screamed.
"All right, anything you want," Harley said.
"Beg me to fuck your ass."
"Please fuck my ass!"
The dildo came out of Harley's cunt and a moment later she groaned as it pushed inside her hole. Ivy licked her lips as she looked down at Harley’s tight little ass, the cheeks quivering each time they were pushed apart by her dildo, jiggling with Harley’s little shakes as the petite girl struggled to accept her sodomy. Her anus itself was stretched over the strap-on like a condom, the nice clean pink of its elasticity pulled into taut whiteness as she took it.
Selina gave Harley a spank and then looked over at her guest. “Enjoying the show, Okamura?”
Hiro had his cock out of his pants and his fist around his shaft. He gazed at Ivy's tall naked body. “Oh yeah. Two thumbs up.”
“That doesn’t look like a thumb,” Selina smiled.
Ivy rested a hand on Harley’s waist as she worked herself out of the girl. “Finish repairing the next Amazo and I finish fucking her.”
“What? No, wait, c’mon, Ivy…”
“She was just about to come, you know,” Selina purred. “I could tell. She might have even squirted…”
Groaning as he abandoned his throbbing erection at near bursting, with a thickened vein fat and pumping from the tip of his dripping cockhead to his tightening, churning balls, Hiro reached for his other tools.
Fixing a few stolen animatronics couldn’t be all that bad, could they? And if he did all three, Ivy had promised him he’d have Harley, now that she’d been ‘loosened up’ for him.
And goddamn, did Hiro want to be able to say that all of the Gotham City Sirens had sung his praises…
***
Worn-out by the cross-country flight to Gotham, Karen took a load off when they got to the hide-out by sitting down on the floating chunk of boulder that Atlee used as a hovercraft. If Atlee was put out by the additional weight on her flight, she was wise enough not to mention it.
Once again, she was impressed by Batman’s intelligence-gathering capabilities. Assuming his information was good—and Karen wouldn’t be the one to second-guess him—then the Sirens were in the dilapidated bathhouse in what was practically the supervillain lair district of Gotham. It spoke of just how enormous his crusade was that he knew where many of his rogues were, but had to prioritize them according to who was the most pressingly dangerous. Of course, she also suspected his special relationship with Catwoman had something to do with it. Maybe she was part of the Batclan, like the gossip said, and her job was riding herd on those other two villainesses. She could’ve slipped the hide-out’s location to Batman herself, and might now pretend ignorance of it to maintain her cover.
Flying cars, talking gorillas, invasions from space—those Karen got, but with Batman, who the fuck knew? There was a reason virtually no one outside his cowl club went to Gotham City…
“So, are they in there?” Atlee asked, kneeling down to gaze at the supposed hide-out from right next to Karen.
“How should I know? I’m seeing the same thing you are.”
“You aren’t going to use your X-ray vision?”
Karen turned her head. “I don’t have X-Ray vision.”
“You don’t have X-ray vision?”
“When I want to see what’s under someone’s clothes, asking them is usually enough to get results.”
“You seriously don’t have X-ray vision?”
Now Karen squinted at her. “I’m from an alternate universe. Kryptonians in my universe don’t have X-ray vision.”
“Whoa,” Atlee exclaimed. “And here I thought you were—“
“Superman with boobs, right?” Karen huffed a sigh. “There’s a reason I call myself Power Girl, you know. I’m my own woman, not some… alternate model of him!”
“I thought Supergirl was Superman with boobs.”
Now Karen was really steamed. She grabbed Atlee’s arm. “Supergirl? That flat-chested bint isn’t even Superman with B-cups. Superman with a skirt, maybe.”
“Well, when you put it that way, wouldn’t Superman be the Superman with boobs?”
“What?” Karen asked. Atlee was having a total surface world moment.
“His chest is pretty big. Bigger than yours, even, because his shoulders are really broad too. He must lift a ton—“
Before Karen could even want to clarify the situation to Atlee—and that would’ve been a long wait—a plan occurred to her. “We wait,” Karen decided. “A stake-out. One of them has to come up for air sooner or later.”
***
Harley’s fingers were sliding up and down her heated gap again. She wondered what was up with Hiro. Weren’t college-y boys like him supposed to be headstrong and reckless and unwilling to take orders from anybody? She wondered why he didn't get up on his feet and ram his hard cock right up her cunt and fuck the shit out of her.
The thought of it alone was too much for her. Harley couldn't stop herself from coming again. Her fingers became coated.
Hiro jiggled his screwdriver in the animatronic some more. For something that he was guessing was some kind of sex doll, it was startlingly advanced. When he got it up and running, he wouldn’t be surprised if it could recite Shakespeare and do the Cha-Cha. But then, that wasn’t his concern.
“I’ve almost got it,” he said. He’d booted the other two, but this last one was proving tricky. “Maybe we could take a little break…”
“If ya wanna watch me, watch me,” Harley said. “But if you wanna participate, ya gotta finish yer chores! Every kid knows that!”
“I’m not a kid,” Hiro hissed under his breath as he fiddled with the screwdriver some more. All of the animatronics had worked once he connected the contact plate, so why wasn’t this one? He’d fixed everything else…
“Hey, kid,” Harley called, and he sat back on his heels and looked at her and saw her masturbating, still. A small sound came from the back of his throat, something like a whimper. "Ohhhhh, open my cunt lips with your fingers! Wide open! So far open you could see right up to my babymaker!"
Eagerly, Hiro did as she commanded. He reached forward and placed two fingers on either labia lip and pried her open. Her inner tissues blazed redly in the light, convoluted and slippery, like a sheath of oiled silk.
Her muscles jumped and squeezed as her fingertips rolled over her straining clit. She switched her ass around, making her pussy weave before his staring eyes like a red flag.
"At! Ohhhhhh!" she moaned. "That's the way, baby! Stare right up it! Look and see what you're missing for not getting your work done! What do you see, fucker? Tell me!"
"Christ, I can see three inches up your cunt!" Hiro gasped. "Ohhh, let me fuck it! I can fuck it now, Harley!"
“Finish your chores!” Harley demanded, and Hiro practically threw himself into the animatronic, rechecking all of his work, seeing if there was anything at all that he had missed.
One of the connectors was loose.
Laughing in strained disbelief, Hiro gave it a quick turn with his fingers and got a small shock for his troubles.
Then the animatronic began to power up.
“Good goin’, H-man,” Harley cried, spreading her labia with her fingers. “Now I’m all yours…”
Hiro couldn’t contain his excitement any longer…
***
A wild roar came from the bathhouse.
“That’s Hiro!” Atlee cried.
“They’re tormenting him!” Karen kicked off the floating boulder so hard she knocked it backward, which just made Atlee jump off it and summon up another hunk of stone to carry her toward the battering ram entrance Karen was clearly about to make…
And Karen stopped in mid-air, so abruptly that Atlee slammed into her broad back. Karen was clearly stunned; she barely seemed to notice. She’d been about to crash into a windowed wall when she’d seen what was through the window. It’d stopped her cold.
"God! My God! Look at it!" Hiro cried. "Ohhhhhh, I've gotta fuck it, Harley!"
Karen was mesmerized by the sight herself -- just as much as Hiro was. He didn't move. He just kept staring, his prick jerking and bucking heatedly.
She wondered if her pussy looked like that right now, spasming and twitching, leaking all that juice. She had the wild desire to thrust her stiff fingers up her pussy and ram them into Atlee as well and do what they’d both really come here to do.
Then she had a crazier idea. It came to her when she heard Hiro groan and saw him pump forward.
His prick jerked and bucked. Then, without his even touching it, it spat a stream of sperm upward. The first wad spattered against Harley's quivering cunt and ran quickly down her sodden flesh into the little pocket, making all the juice there overflow and drool down the bottom of her crotch to her puckered asshole.
The second shot sprayed the foot of the bed, and that was when the terrible, perverted, wicked idea flashed through Karen's head and made her whole abdomen crunch inward with a violent spasm.
She visualized herself rushing into the room and impaling her cunt on Hiro’s cock!
"Ohhhhh, Rao!" she moaned aloud, shame washing all through her. She really had been worried about Hiro. She had wanted to save him. So why now did she want to fuck him so damn badly?
No matter. Even if she didn’t know what he was to her, he was still hers, and she wasn’t going to let some slutty Gotham City crook use him as a sperm bank. Karen held up her fist as if to knock, but when she brought it forward, it knocked down an entire section of the wall to expose her to Harley and Hiro, who were already exposed.
She hoped in the swirling dust, they didn’t notice any dampness in the crotch of her white costume.
