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🕑 Added 2017-08-01 15:55:55 +0000 UTCKon cupped his hands in front of his body, catching some of the hot water streaming down from the showerhead, then splashing it in his face. He rubbed and felt the glossy residue of M’gann’s lipstick be rinsed away. He hadn’t made the beast with two backs much with M’gann—and not at all any other sort of beast, no matter M’gann’s suggestions—but it already seemed to him like there was something sacred in washing off the sex musk after. It was a return to normalcy. Put a cap on the whole thing instead of letting it linger. He wondered if this was what chicks felt like when they cuddled.
He could still feel swishing stabs of lust, a wanting prickle under his skin, but it wasn’t M’gann he was thinking of, or even one of the bodies M’gann could shift into. Now that he was washed clean, all he could feel was Knockout.
She was the first woman who’d ever touched him, the first woman he’d wanted so bad that he needed her, but he’d never tied things off with her. They’d had a falling out and suddenly he’d been forced to go cold turkey from her. But he’d been a virgin then; he hadn’t even met his boyz, Tim and Bart. Not that the two had anything to do with each other.
Maybe it was time he went back and settled with Knockout. He was more mature now. She couldn’t lead him around by the Kryptonite anymore. And there had been good in her. He couldn’t have been so naïve as to be completely mistaken about that. So he’d pay her a visit, get a feel for her—no pun—and stop obsessing over maybes. Good plan? Great plan.
***
For her meeting with him, she’d been imprisoned in a specialty of the Master Jailer—locked behind seven airlock barricades, concentric rings each filled with a different deterrent in case she tried to brute force her way out. Maybe Tim was used to visiting with Gotham freaks under those circumstances; probably not, given how often they broke out. But for Kon, he had to almost feel sorry for Knockout. She’d killed a Hawaii SCU officer in the heat of battle, friendly fire, and her subsequent attempts to avoid incarceration, even in the form of being held for questioning, had put her and almost him in the crosshairs. She’d had a rage inside her, a psychosis, and even if this did keep the public safe from her, Kon didn’t know if it was fair.
In the final circle, the last outside her living quarters, she could only enter after putting on four anti-gravity rigs. They encircled her hands and feet like mittens or bandages, preventing her from getting leverage or applying direct force to anything in the room. All she could do was hang there, completely helpless, like she was on display with her long, bare legs, her athletic arms, her breasts high on the hem of her one-piece costume.
Knockout, her long hair shining like red silk in the florescent light, itself a pale reflection of how vibrant she looked out in the open air and radiant sunlight, was going nowhere. Kon watched her. He was trembling. He could hardly speak.
“Hello, pup,” she said, an insouciant smirk cutting the genuine glee in his eyes at seeing him. Whatever else she was, Knockout was never insincere. “It’s been a while. You don’t call, you don’t write…” A hurt expression flashed across her face, making Kon feel sympathy for her all the more keenly. “Almost thought you didn’t care anymore.”
“A bit hard to care after everything that went down,” Kon managed. With Knockout floating there in space, it was harder than ever to look her in the eye. Not that it’d ever been easy… “You tried to make me a murderer, then you tried to murder me!”
“Only because you wouldn’t kill that—man,” Knockout said, biting back her temper. It was impressive to see that she’d managed it. “I grew up on a planet of evil gods. I never learned the value of human life… of love. If you’d killed him, I would’ve taken that as a show of loyalty. I didn’t see how you respected life—only how you disrespected me.”
Kon scuffed his shoes. He’d thought as much. It barely tempered his lust, but he just managed to force down his arousal. He still wanted her—worse than ever, really. But he couldn’t have her unless she’d put aside all those horrors she’d learned on Apokolips as morals. If he tried to make it work while she was still hung up on Darkseid, they’d only end up right back where they’d started. With her trying to make him a monster, not even out of malice, but because it was her idea of an ideal man.
Knockout seemed to take his silence as an invitation to go on. “Come up here—I’ll tell you a secret.”
Oh… that would make looking her in the eyes easier. Kon levitated up, nearly flying through the roof in his haste. He stopped himself barely in time. He probably couldn’t have broken through, not if it was designed to hold an angry Apokoliptian, but he could’ve given himself one hell of a brainer.
“What?” Kon asked her, flying in front of her. Now he could smell her scent. No perfume, not in here, not even any of the fancy soaps she’d spoiled herself with. There was just a sweaty scent that was all her—paradoxically arousing.
“All I want,” Knockout said in a husky whisper, “all I dream about, is another chance. Not just at freedom, but at being with you. I know there’s more to learn about life on Earth—and I want you to show me, pup! In fact, I think there’s a lot of things we can show each other…”
“If you’re serious,” Kon said haltingly, “really serious, I’ll see if I can get you transferred to Project Cadmus somehow. Maybe after that, we can get you out of your restraints, maybe even outside the walls. For a little while at first, then longer, as you prove yourself…”
Knockout fumed silently, her brow furrowing, her breasts rising with her inner fury. She even wore her domino mask still, its dark green bringing out her eyes even more strongly than they were on their own. “But you know how these… bureaucrats are, pup! That could take months, years! But if I was out there now, I could prove I’ve changed in just a few weeks… or days!”
“They’re not just gonna set you free, Knockout,” Kon reminded her.
“I know, I know…” Knockout gave her great mane of hair a voluptuous shake. “But if I could get free—even for a little while—I’d show how you changed my life! Then I’d turn myself back in! Imagine what everyone would say to that! Superman would be so proud of you, pup! And maybe even a little jealous…”
Kon folded his arms. “It’s not happening, KO. You can’t just do an end-run around the rules—that’s how you got in this mess in the first place. If you want out, you have to do it the right way.”
Knockout raised her leg. The bootlike restraint on her foot kept her from kicking him, but it couldn’t stop her from slowly lifting her knee along his thigh, rubbing her leg against his in a promise of what was to come. “Maybe there’re other ways I can prove my devotion. I know these cuffs keep me from touching you, but you can always touch me. Your powers can get me out of these clothes with a touch… one touch… and you know how I love your touch!”
Kon's heart felt like a hammer in his chest. He could hear it pounding. At times it seemed as if his heart had jumped right up into his head and was pounding at his temples. He could hear the blood roaring through the arteries of his brain, could feel it gushing through all the other arteries of his body, making his skin tinge, making him sweat, making him breathe faster. His prick was stiff as iron and felt burning hot pressed up against his belly, nearly sticking out the top of his jeans. His prick ached and was shot through with tingles. He wished he could rub his cock, crush out the hot feelings before they drove him crazy. But he couldn't do that, not right here in front of Knockout, even though Knockout was the cause of his excitement.
“I… I couldn’t,” he said weakly. “You’re tied up—you’re literally in prison! It’d be like I was…”
“When I’m asking you to,” Knockout asked. “Begging you to? I told you I’ve been thinking about you, pup, but I haven’t been able to do anything about my thoughts. I can’t even enjoy a shower—not like I did back when we bunked together. They just strip off my costume, hose me down, and dress me up again, like I’m a doll to be played with! Does that sound like any fun?”
“No, I mean, yes… no… wait, what was the question?”
Knockout! Holy shit, he'd never even heard a name like that before. But it fit the girl. She had these cat's eyes that made him feel funny inside—weak, warm, and sexy. They glowed the same green as the low-cut one-piece she wore, even in Ingersol Incarceration Unit. When she looked at him with those mysterious eyes his prick got hard in a second and ached so bad he could’ve done it with a sheep. Shit, she was the hottest girl he'd ever seen, the prettiest, the sexiest. And she’d almost fucked him—she’d virtually tried to rape him. He really wished he hadn’t fought her.
“C’mon, Kon… please? You said it yourself, it could take years. Why not give me something to look forward to? And if you get me pregnant—knock up Knockout—then they’ll have to let me out!”
“Yeah…” Kon drawled slowly, thinking about it… “Wait, what?”
“You’ve heard about it, haven’t you? Bruce Wayne marrying those villainesses, Superman raiding the women’s prison for bitches.” Knockout swung her hips. “I can do the same for you. And you can do whatever you want to me. We can even keep these restraints for whenever you think I’m doing naughty to wander loose. You might call it safe sex…”
“I, uh…” Kon faltered. “I don’t think I’m ready to be father. I mean, I’m a clone, you know. Maybe Superman might want some say in it… the kid would be half his, don’t you think?”
“I think the kid would be half mine,” Knockout said, “that’s what matters. That, and you going all the way.”
Kon choked. Her offer… it was all too tempting. Too tempting. “I, I promise I’ll get Cadmus to put a rush on your transfer. For now, if you want to prove to me you really have changed, you’ll be patient and wait.”
Knockout purred and it was almost a growl. “You’re having fun without me, pup. It used to be you would’ve jumped at my offer, and jumped me. Fine. I can be patient. It’s just a matter of discipline, isn’t it? If I tried to break out, I’d be stuck locked down again, with nothing to show for it. So I might as well skip to being locked down anyway—at least this way, I have something to hope for.”
She sounded like she was trying to convince herself, before she fixed him with a piercing, almost angry stare. “I don’t mind you getting your rocks off, pup. We can consider it training, for me. I wasn’t sure you wouldn’t break before. But as soon as I’m out, the vacation’s over. You’re getting the real deal. Make no mistake—you’re mine! To do with as I please!”
Kon gulped. That should not turn him on, but he felt as if he’d come a little. If it weren’t for an epic act of restraint, that gulping sensation in his crotch would’ve become a full-blown ejaculation. And he wasn’t sure his jeans could survive a Kryptonian bukkake.
“Just be patient,” Kon told her breathlessly. “Like you said you would be. You can manage it, can’t you? No escape attempts? For me?”
“As long as you give me something to look forward to,” Knockout countered. “Something more than just how far your inseam can stretch.”
“KO, c’mon,” Kon chuckled nervously, hunching a little. “I convinced them to let us speak privately, but they’re still watching…”
“I like being watched,” Knockout replied. “I was a stripper, remember? Or maybe you’ve forgotten—I’d love to remind you.”
Kon could’ve sworn he felt a bullet of precum leave his cockhead and dampen his briefs. “Maybe we should call it a day. The sooner I’m back at Cadmus, the sooner I can get you off… I mean, transferred…”
Knockout shook her head. “No! You promised! Give me a kiss, pup. Show me the fire hasn’t gone out. I can’t sleep in here… not without some hard exercise to knock me out… but if I do fall asleep, at least give me something to dream about.”
Kon took a deep breath. He probably shouldn’t. It seemed like the sort of thing Superman wouldn’t do. Hell, it seemed like the kind of thing even Lex Luthor wouldn’t do. But he wasn’t Superman, or Lex Luthor, he was the guy with an erection that could chop wood and a willing female telling him that the very least he could do was get to first base with her.
Knockout closed her eyes and her full lips drew slightly apart, drawing all of Kon’s attention to just how lovely they were, wet and moist, with her tongue waiting just beyond. He knew it would feel tantalizing against his…
He leaned forward hesitantly, intent on meeting her, but suddenly Knockout surged forward, kissing him instead. Her taste was intoxicating, and he got lost in the raw intimacy of it, convincing him that she had meant every word. For all that, it was surprisingly soft, gentle, even loving. But she didn’t let up, and slowly it became more urgent, more of a demand, the darting of her tongue matching her body’s slow and sinuous rub against his. She couldn’t really embrace him—the restraints that held her limbs also subtly repelled each other, so she couldn’t swing them together with some poor soul trapped in the middle.
But she showed the moves of the lapdancer she had alluded to earlier, plying him into reclining back in mid-air so she was technically on top of him, contorting her body to offer her breasts and sex against his skin, her scant costume whispering against the denim and fabric he wore. He could feel the dents of her nipples as they pressed through her costume and bit his muscular chest, the warmth of her groin as it pooled against him with an insistent sway of her hips. She was practically riding him now, as the kiss went on, the flexibility of her body and strength of her muscles allowing her to maintain the rigorous position that kept them connected. He heard the teeth of his fly busting as his cock strained against it, desperate for the answering wetness that was practically lapping at it.
Kon saw the harsh lights of the spinning klaxons before he heard above the pounding in his ears to the siren, both announcing that the first airlock was opening to admit him out. It seemed the warden had decided his visit had stretched on long enough. He pulled away from Knockout, having a hard time controlling his flight—he vibrated up and down, feeling as though he was being air-juggled by his own excitement.
“Come back soon,” Knockout said, licking her lips. “You didn’t even get around to groping me this time. I really could use a good groping.”
Kon would’ve said something, but his throat was far too dry. Barely able to float down far enough for his feet to touch the ground, he made it through the first door and waited for it to cycle shut behind him. He needed water. And then he needed M’gann.
He told himself it was only a coincidence that she was a redhead too.
***
There was only one person to really talk sex with in the Titans, not counting Kory, who was an adult and so totally off-limits. Rose Wilson was a pain at times, but damn if she didn’t seem to know everything there was to know about sex. And just then, Cassie didn’t need to talk feminism or Greek mythology or child-rearing or newfound mortality. She needed to talk about dicks.
Still, even she hadn’t expected to find two men walking out of Rose’s room as she approached. Nor to hear Rose sing out from within: “So long, fellas. Keep your cocks up.”
One of the young men called back at Rose: “And you keep it hot, kiddo.”
The other looked too tired to talk, and he was walking bowlegged.
Entering their apartment Cassie felt herself glowering. She simply couldn’t rise above the bitchiness seeing M’gann get laid—in her own freaking body—had engendered. “Been getting well screwed, I see,” she said to Rose.
“More like gypped,” Rose said. “My problem is that it takes two men to hold me down when I get going. So I was glad to have those fellas drop in. But they had different ideas from mine. Cup of something?”
“Tea.”
“You always drink coffee.”
“Tea.” Just to be contrary.
“Well, what they did, the assholes,” said Rose from the stove, “is come out of the closet.”
“Then what were they doing in your bedroom.”
“Sucking each other’s pricks.”
“Huh?”
“They were walking along together and they got hot and needed a private place, so Hal says, ‘Hey, I know a broad up in that building, she might let us use her bedroom.’ So they rang the bell and came on up and said all they wanted was a quiet place where they could stick their pricks into something nice and shoot their loads. So I let them in. And found out they weren’t really lying, they just weren’t referring to me.”
“You sounded so friendly when they were leaving.”
“Who bears grudges? Besides, it wasn’t a bad show.”
The girls now paused and had teabag tea and stale cookies.
“Goddamn it,” Rose said. “My trouble was, I shouldn’t have watched them suck each other. It got me so goddam hot and needing a fuck something awful. So what am I going to do with myself?”
“Well, you can take the hand mirror off your dresser, then lie on your back and spread your legs and hold the mirror so you can see into your crotch.”
“And then?”
“Admire your pussy, of course.”
“Ah, shit, Cassie.”
Rose looked hurt. She said no more, only looked away. She drank more tea and had another cookie.
Silence hung over them.
Rose said at last, “Geez, if you don’t like me, why’d you come by?”
Silence.
It came to Cassie then that, yes, she was better educated than Rose and certainly she had seen more of the world and had met some very interesting people.
This did not make her feel superior to the other girl, sitting there so mournfully, but it did stir up something in her head… and her nipples… and her cunt.
She heard herself breathing deeply.
She felt herself starved for the orgasm that would sweep away her tenseness and let her blissfully enjoy hours and hours of restoring sleep.
When a woman is trained as an Amazon, she finds herself being watched for more than the way she swings a sword. The Amazons also look for a certain ability to handle others.
I guess I have some of all that, thought Cassie. That’s why Rose leans on me and that’s why she values my guidance, even if she’d never admit it.
That means… well…
So here they sat, Rose and she, their cunts screaming for release from the tensions they had built up, and, well.
Bet I can do it, thought Cassie.
“Rose, I’m sorry I was so snappish. I had this awful time with Kon—not even me with Kon. M’gann with Kon. She had a good time… and looking like me! He had look like me for him instead of just… you know… me!”
Rose sniffed but managed to say, “Well, that’s men. They think of themselves, first, last and always.”
“Yeah, you know, you got something there. Now those two guys, Hal and Sam is it? Imagine a woman saying, ‘Mind if my friend and I use your bedroom for a few minutes so we can suck each other off?’”
“Never heard a woman say that, no. Yeah, they’re two jerks, those guys. But that’s the kind comes after me. The jerks.”
“Rose, how can a man really appreciate a woman for the tender, loving, sensitive creature she is? Men! What they care about is their muscles and their pricks.”
“I guess why shouldn’t they,” Rose replied. “That’s all I care about too.”
“Rose.”
“Hnnn?”
“Rose, please go on being my friend. I am so very fond of you, Rose dear. And if I get grumpy sometimes, well, the ones who are really to blame are the men. Do you… still… like me, Rose?”
Cassie took Rose’s hand and pressed it to her cheek.
“Ah, sure, you’re a swell gal,” said Rose, flushing. “I mean, I learn so much from you about style and housekeeping and cooking and all, and anyway you’re pretty and it’s nice to have a pretty person around.”
“I think you’re pretty too, Rose.”
“Well, obviously.”
Cassie blinked. “Obviously?”
“Yeah. I’m super-hot. Why wouldn’t you think I was pretty?”
“Oh. Yeah.”
In answer, Cassie reached for her friend. Their mouths met and Rose's tongue invaded her mouth. Cassie sucked it eagerly, wiggling closer until the entire length of their soft bodies were touching. Rose caressed Cassie's hard-nippled tits, bringing a soft moan from the girl. Cassie timidly touched Rose's tits, palming her nipples and thrilling to the way the soft hands felt on her own body.
They kissed again. Their hands roamed freely, each girl enjoying the feel of a warm, willing body the same shape as her own.
As Cassie's self-confidence and passion grew, her lips became more demanding, her tongue delved into the warm mouth and she squeezed Rose's nipples hard.
"God!" Cassie breathed when their lips parted, and she gazed at Rose with lust-glazed eyes.
Rose was on fire. Pulling her friend close, she kissed her ear and neck and then moved down to take a pointed pink nipple between her lips.
"Yes!" Cassie hissed, holding Rose's head tight. Rose flicked her tongue back and forth across the girl's nipple as she sucked it deeper into her mouth. Her hand moved down Cassie's flat belly to her blonde bush and began to make little circles inside the tender lips of her wet cunt.
"Oh!" Cassie spread her legs slightly and pushed upward.
Rose's finger slipped easily into the girl's hot, tight hole.
For Cassie, it was the first time she had ever been touched there by another person, and she lifted her hips and reached for more.
Rose fucked her finger in and out of Cassie's wet pussy and, as the other girl's moans grew louder, her thrusting quicker, she inserted a second.
Juices flowed freely onto Rose's hand as Cassie spread her legs wide, offering herself to the girl's skillful fingers.
As Cassie continued to pinch and pull on her aching nipples, Rose felt her own juice dripping to her thighs, and she squeezed them together tightly. Her deep finger-fucking paused when Cassie's hot mouth found her nipples and her exploring hands moved downward, cupping her ass, squeezing the firm cheeks and then moving around to her damp crotch.
Eagerly, Rose spread her legs, pushing her mound against the inquisitive fingers.
Making sure Rose was well lubricated, Cassie inserted a single finger, moving slowly, teasing Rose's clit with her thumb. When Rose began moving her hips rhythmically, Cassie inserted a second finger and met her thrusts, still massaging her clit with her thumb.
Rose's fingers were still buried in Cassie's clutching cunt, and they began to move again.
The girls kissed while their hands and hips pistoned wildly. Still, the position was uncomfortable.
"Wait a minute," Rose whispered.
Giving Cassie one final kiss on the lips, Rose pulled away from her. Their fingers, coated with wet arousal, came free with a squish and each girl licked her own fingers eagerly.
As soon as Rose began moving, Cassie knew what she was doing. They lay side by side, head to toe, and she felt Rose's warm breath on her crotch.
Rose moved her face closer to Cassie's pussy and her tongue snaked out to part the blonde cunt. She tasted the hot wetness of her friend.
"Unh!" Cassie whimpered.
With her hands on Cassie's ass, Rose pulled her closer and began licking up and down her entire slit with a flat tongue. She lingered awhile at the girl's asshole, probed deeply with her tongue, and then sucked Cassie's swollen clit.
Moaning, Cassie worked against Rose's tongue, feeling even more juices ooze from her cunt slit. Rose's tongue moved from her clit, lapped up the juices and then began fucking in and out of her hot pussy.
As though in a dream, Cassie saw Rose's pure white bush with droplets of clear juices clinging to the damp hair. She pulled Rose closer, swirled her tongue through the pubic hair and began using her tongue like a miniature prick.
Rose's lips were wrapped around Cassie's clit, and she flicked her tongue back and forth across it quickly. When she felt Cassie's probing tongue, she spread her legs wide apart.
While Cassie licked and sucked at the flowing juices, her fingers tickled Rose's clit. When her mouth moved to cover the swollen cunt with kisses two fingers of the other hand probed deeply into Rose's overflowing cunt.
"Oh, God!" Rose whimpered, hunching against the plunging fingers and sucking mouth.
She now had three fingers in Cassie's stretched pussy as she sucked on her slit, and her hand was slick with the girl's flowing juices.
Thrashing about on the bed, both girls groaned, sucked and finger-fucked each other furiously until Rose squealed that she was going to come. That aroused both girls even more.
Cassie's fingers and mouth lingered at the right place at the right time, and Rose's orgasm ripped through her clutching cunt, exploding in a gush of pussy juice.
Even as she groaned in release, Rose sucked Cassie's clit and rammed her fingers into her cunt, and the blonde humped and squirmed and came.
Both girls spent the next few minutes lapping up the flowing cream.
They lay still for a few minutes, holding each other.
Then Rose laughed. "We forgot to use the vibrator."
Cassie kissed her friend, their faces and lips slick with pussy, and they tasted each other again and again. Within minutes both of them were wet and more than ready for the vibrator.
Rolling Cassie onto her beck, Rose grabbed the plastic prick and flicked it on with her thumb. Her fingers plunged in and out of Cassie's cunt.
"Oh, God, Rose. It feels sooooo good!" Cassie gasped as she hunched against the invading fingers.
Kneeling between Cassie's widespread legs, fingering her friend's hungry cunt, Rose applied the buzzing device directly to her swollen clit.
Cassie jerked and groomed. "Fuck me! Make me come!"
It took only seconds for the combined finger fucking and vibrator to send the quivering blonde over the edge.
Shaking, hardly able to breath, Rose couldn't wait for Cassie to finish. Staying where she was, she transferred the wet fingers that had been in Cassie's cunt to her own damp pussy and placed the pulsing end of the vibrator on her erect clit!
The result was the same—a shattering orgasm that left her breathless.
By the next morning, the girls knew every nook and cranny of their bodies, and Rose had decided that Cassie was ready to show Kon what he was missing when he passed up on the real deal.
