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🕑 Added 2015-12-09 21:32:10 +0000 UTC The Headmistress stared at Lucia, standing before her in abject abashment. She knew what the problem was. Despite her revolutionary rhetoric and whorish demeanor, Lucia had some of that old-fashioned Catholic Puritanism in her. She’d been fucked, and good enough to be ashamed of it.“So,” she asked, the sultriness in her tone enough to make Lucia jump, like she’d jangled a sensitized nerve. “How did you find Red X? Has he agreed to join our little family?”
“Yes,” Lucia snarled, angry with herself and quite possibly with her cunt for what she’d felt. “He was a firm yes—very firm—he came with me—I mean, he returned to the Academy with me. He’s in combat training with the Hive Five at the moment.”
The Headmistress attended her computer, turning her spy cameras to the Five. Yes. Jason Todd was proving quite able, even when it was five on one. She wondered what he’d be like one on one. A supervillain—trained by the Batman himself…
“Excellent work,” the Headmistress complimented. “And very old work, as well.”
Lucia scowled at her as she left, knowing she’d been dismissed. The Headmistress directed her cameras to the school physician, capturing her on the monitor as she cued her on the intercom.
“This is Headmistress. You’re familiar with our new student?”
“Not yet,” came the tinny reply.
“Call him in for a physical. Be exceedingly thorough. And… make sure there’s a camera nearby.”
“There’s always a camera nearby. You make sure you get my good side.”
***
For a criminal organization dedicated to world domination and general scuzziness, Jason was finding the HIVE Academy pretty boring. A lot of it was just breaking people of any codes of honor they might’ve once held, teaching loyalty to the HIVE over self-interest, trying to make villains ruthless as fuck and then getting them not to turn on each other at a moment’s notice. Turning them all into cult members was effective in that respect—props to Brother Blood—but it was still a boring idea. Yeah, yeah, worship the Devil. Whatever.
The average idiot super-criminal could use it, but not him. When he was called out of a class on not blowing all the loot on strippers and blow—seriously—he was relieved to report to the nurse’s office.
Cheshire was a lovely woman. She wore a kimono jacket, and barely that, her Vietnamese ancestry apparent in the gilded skin revealed on her bare legs, her deep cleavage, and her sleekly muscled arms. Her waist-length black hair was held in place by a hairband—Jason noted the imprint of needles within its material—and her breasts, as fantastically firm as they were round, met no bra before pressing against her green kimono.
She sat him down in her examination room—about the same as what the good guys would use—and in that privacy, she set about examining him.
“I asked you to report to me because you have no health records to go over. I’ll have to check over a few things myself.”
“Well, I am technically dead,” Jason said. “So I’m not sure how useful that report would be.”
Cheshire ignored him sanguinely. “I’ve noticed, as has the Headmistress, that you seem to have trouble concentrating. You daydream while your peers are engaged with the material.” Her eyes darted downward. “You show other signs of not having your mind on your studies, as well.”
Jason grinned wryly. Hard to help himself when some of the teachers were the type he wouldn’t mind keeping him after class. Not to mention the other students. He could do a fair bit of homework with them.
“We need to determine your health,” Cheshire continued. “It’s possible you aren’t eating properly, or are not getting enough sleep or exercise.”
“Didn’t you check with Blackrock?” Jason asked. “I’ve been getting plenty of exercise.”
“Not much sleep though,” Cheshire retorted. “I am a licensed physician, so I will check the more overt matters as best I can until your health records can be obtained. We’ll start by taking your temperature.” She produced a thermometer. “Just hold this in your mouth while I run down my checklist. Nod your head or shake it in response to my questions. Don’t take the thermometer out of your mouth until you’re told.”
Jason nodded gamely, wondering what she was up to. It was obvious he wasn’t running a temperature—he was cool as a cucumber. And he really doubted ‘not sure if attending physician is wearing panties’ was on her list of symptoms.
Cheshire picked up a pen and clipboard once she’d seated the thermometer until his tongue. “Have you felt feverish? No. Headaches? No. Difficulty focusing your eyes or reading? No. Stiff neck? No…”
She went on and on, Jason shaking his head no each time, letting himself be lulled into the routine as he imagined the wrap-around kimono falling open, exposing her breasts, her flat stomach, what little hair she’d have on her cunt. He’d been with Asian women before, but not any that were mixed race. He wondered what the blend of Vietnamese and French heritage—if her file was to be believed—would do for her.
It’d already given her an exotic, lushly featured face, full of mischief and promise. And while her body was as lithe as a Japanese schoolgirl’s, her breasts had the fullness of a European woman. It was an intriguing combination. Like a Jameson & Ginger. And her temperament… oof! No telling what that would be. Was it aloofness all the way down, or was there a streak of submissiveness in her? Or maybe the easily aroused exuberance of a Frenchwoman…
“Have you noticed any pain or discomfort when ejaculating?” Cheshire said at last.
Roy caught himself as he shook his head, the back of his neck burning up to his ears. Now there was a question to ask!
“Oh, I’m embarrassing you. I’m sorry,” Cheshire said with mocking forthrightness. “But you really must answer. Have you noticed any pain when you come?”
The filthy word dripped of her accent. Lightly French, incongruous and exciting coming from a face dominated by the Orient. He eyed Cheshire suspiciously as he shook his head once more. Was she trying to humiliate him? It wasn’t working. It was turning him on, actually. He thought of whipping it out and showing her just how painless it was for him.
“Good. Now, approximately how many times a week do you ejaculate, either through masturbation, wet dreams, or—“ Cheshire looked up slowly from her checklist. “Intimate contact?”
Jason stared back at her, making an exaggerated show of thinking. Like it was hard to fastball a number. She broke into a grin, as if she’d been joking, but when she spoke her voice was deathly serious.
“Oh dear. I’m sorry. You can’t answer with a thermometer in your mouth, can you? Silly of me.” She took the thermometer away, beaconing a radiant smile at him as she dragged it over his lower lip. His cock was swelling up like a bastard, stuck in his trousers and aching like hell.
“Define intimate,” Jason said.
“Oh, you know—hand-to-genital contact. Mouth-to-genital contact. Any other form of genital stimulation involving a second party.”
“Genital-to-genital contact?”
“Yes.”
“Anus-to-genital contact?”
“Yes.”
“What if there’s no contact, but when I ejaculate—“ Jason paused a moment. “It lands on a second party. On her face or breasts.”
“Just so long as you cum. That’s the important thing.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
“Jason, you haven’t answered my question.”
“Oh, I don’t know, maybe once a month?”
Cheshire’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “That is surprising. Perhaps we’ve touched on what’s troubling you. From your youth, I would judge you to be at the peak of sexual maturity. A boy your age usually has to relieve his sexual tensions at least once a day. Or even more frequently.”
“Maybe I just cum a lot. When I do cum.”
She smiled at him coyly. “Now Jason, surely you must ejaculate far more frequently than that. You’re a very attractive young man, in a very uninhibited world. Even if you can’t find female companionship, I bet you—what do you boys call it—jerk off? Beat your meat? Tell the truth now. Don’t you jerk off more than once a month? Don’t you come more than once a month?”
“I don’t masturbate at all,” Jason said sardonically. “I save it all for that one lucky—second party.”
“You know there’s nothing wrong with it. It won’t make you go blind, you know.”
“Care to prove that?” Jason asked.
“I think you’re the one who needs a release. A young man like you needs to relieve the pressure of the sperm building up in his testicles just as much as he needs to make sure that his bowels move regularly. Allowing that pressure to mount would explain your trouble concentrating.”
“What would you recommend, doc?”
“Quite simple: you need to masturbate. I’m sure if you did so once or twice each night before going to bed, you would be able to sleep better. Then you could focus properly in class.”
“You don’t say.”
“Would you like me to call in one of your male teachers? I’m sure they’d be happy to demonstrate the proper technique.”
Jason laughed. “I think I know what to do. But maybe I could try it out and you could tell me how I’m doing?”
“Yes. Yes, you obviously have a very bad erection. You must be very uncomfortable with your phallus there in your pants like that. It will feel much better out in the open, I’m sure.”
Not as good as it’ll feel someplace where the sun doesn’t shine, Jason thought, undoing up his belt.
“No,” Cheshire snapped, “allow me. In your present state, you might injure yourself. I should be the one to do it.”
“Always do what the doctor orders,” Jason grinned.
She unhooked his pants, drawing his zipper down, and Jason held as still as a doll, provoking her to take all the action. Only his jerking cock showed signs of life. As it came out, he caught Cheshire squeezing her legs shut on her clit, giving herself a buzz of relief. He wondered just how turned on she really was by this.
“How could you possibly go to sleep with an erection like that?” Cheshire asked him chidingly. “I’d better masturbate it myself, just to make sure it’s done properly.”
“Oh, I’m sure I could do it,” Jason demurred. “If you’d just leave the room, I’ll take care of everything. No need for you to be here for that.”
Cheshire stared at him. He could see her stolid eyes struggling to maintain control, her tongue daubing at dry lips, her vision flickering between his firm expression and the raging cock being presented to her.
She put her hand around his stiffness and gently stroked it, Jason giving in with a groan, rocking his hips to get his cock jerking within her grasp. He let himself come quickly, within a few pumps from her skilled hand, his cum shooting out in thick ribbons to festoon Cheshire’s green garment. His knees buckled with the ecstasy of both the orgasm and his successful temptation of her. After being determined to dominate him, she’d ended up jerking him off in her own office.
Cheshire gasped with pleasure to see how big a load the man was giving her. It was really quite something, as much cum as any two other men could’ve shot. She wanted to take it in her mouth and drain him dry, but that would be giving him far too much. She saw this as a defeat for him, or at least a draw. She had made him come, after all.
“You see, Jason, you had quite a bit of sperm built up. The tension was keeping you from relaxing. You should release that tension at least once a day. However you see fit.”
Jason stared at her, leaning over him with his cum all over her clothes, his cock still in her hand, daring him to fuck her. This was some school! He could’ve come a tenth as much and they would’ve thrown him out of his old alma mater for it.
She took out a little handkerchief and wiped his cock off with tender care. “Now, see if you don’t feel better, Jason,” she said with a smug smile, suddenly ‘noticing’ the strands of his cum dripping down her blouse. “And it looks as if these clothes will need a scrub sooner rather than later.”
“I could use a scrub too, Ms. Cheshire,” Jason said, his voice insolently sexual.
“Please, call me Jade. Oh, don’t worry about it, I should’ve known better than to beat a cock off when I could’ve sucked it. If I had, all that cum would’ve been in my mouth instead of all over my clothes.”
“If you could’ve held it all,” Jason leered.
“Yes, you did have quite a load. I should’ve known. I should’ve sucked your cock.” She smiled apologetically at him.
“Or fucked it. Jade, you missed a spot.”
Cheshire looked at his cock again. There was a fresh splotch of precum on the tip, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. He was hard as concrete again, his cockhead straining from his foreskin.
“Mind if I take your temperature now?” Jason asked.
“No…” Cheshire said distractedly. “No, I don’t have time now… too much work to get… done… you’ll have to jack off by yourself.”
“Alright then.” He groped himself openly in front of her, breathing harshly in his desire for her to take his cock between her lovely red lips—either set. “If you’re sure.”
“I… I…” How could he be hard again? How could anyone, even someone so young, have such stamina? Could it be he truly had been trained by the Batman?
“After all, I’ve already come on those clothes once.”
A man worthy of the Bat’s army—was a man indeed.
“But I wouldn’t want to get them any dirtier,” Cheshire said, and as if in a trance, removed her kimono as Jason feverishly stroked himself.
He didn’t get an answer to the pubic hair question. She was shaved absolutely bare.
She did turn submissive, though. She was pliant as a doll as he picked her up and slammed her onto the exam table, putting his weight on her, taking his stiff cock and guiding it to the slick portal that her wet labia made for him. With a sharp push of his hips, his long cock had disappeared into her pink pussy.
“Hoan hô!” she cried. “Your cock is like a horn! It’s filling my cunt up—filling me up!” She breathed shakily, sweat beading on her sallow forehead. “I’ve never had a dick reach that far inside me before!”
“You’ll get used to it. It’s going to be there a while,” Jason laughed, sliding his callused hands under Cheshire’s bare ass. “I’ll tell you one thing: you’ve got a cunt worth getting into!”
“Vạn tuế!”
***
The Headmistress watched on her private feed, dreaming of what might happen when he was ready to meet her. She had expected Cheshire to tease him to the point of agony, then leave him with blue balls. He would go back to his room and fuck himself, yanking on his cock with all his young strength, while she joined him in self-pleasure.
Instead, he’d managed to get that stupid whore Cheshire to spread her legs. It wasn’t as good that way—watching him fuck Cheshire made her a little self-conscious about not being involved, while a voyeur’s view of masturbation had an intimacy to it—but she still enjoyed watching him work. The Bat’s child. It was like a taste of what the man himself could do.
The Headmistress closed her eyes and listened to the harsh, guttural sounds of the fucking, imagining her own sex. With her sister, with the Bat, and the heir. All three of them demanding her mouth, for cunt, for cock. If only it were possible. If only…
Then again, Jason Todd might be just as good as Bruce Wayne. Just as good as Bruce and Bane together. He was certainly making Cheshire come hard enough.
***
Jason couldn’t believe anyone could take the assault he was giving, much less someone like Cheshire, who looked fragile as a China doll. Instead, she just demanded “More, more!”
“Only if you give me more too,” Jason groaned in reply. Her cries were challenging him, making him determined to fuck her until she begged him to stop. He shoved his fingers into her mouth, gratified that she automatically sucked and licked them, then pulled them away just as she was on the verge of deep-throating them. Instead, he moved them to the curve of her ass, feeling out a suffocatingly tight anus with his fingers. He began applying pressure, one finger at a time.
“Fuck my pussy, come in my pussy!” Cheshire drawled, her cultivated English deserting her, reverting to the pidgin language of her youth. She sounded more like a Saigon hooker with every word. “Give me a child, yes, a child who can be perfect killer, child to show up that cunt Shiva…”
“Sorry, dragon lady,” Jason said. “But this time, it’s not your mouth that’s gonna be on fire.”
He yanked three wet fingers from inside her asshole, tossing her over and forcing her nervously jerking buttocks farther apart. Her cringing anus was forced open, and Jason dropped his mouth abruptly between her cheeks, licking at the torturously exposed ring to moisten it for his rapidly approaching entry.
“Oooooh!” the Headmistress heard Cheshire groan as Jason’s tongue seared into the uselessly clasped opening.
“It’s coming in now, babe,” he informed her, taking his cock between his fingers and directing it to the nexus of her abject helplessness. “Say goodbye to shitting right; you won’t be doing that again.”
The Headmistress could see Cheshire’s smooth ,tawny thighs straining helplessly against his hands, the fragile pink flesh of her anus struggle futilely to hold off the monstrous pressure of his erect cock. It was a short battle. Jason quickly gave up on the slow, gentle approach—Cheshire’s ass wasn’t tight enough to put up a real fight. He slammed his hips forward, not caring how much it hurt, and his cock slammed into her cruelly stretched hole with a sound of lewdness that could be heard right through the walls.
Cheshire let out a pleading, gratified scream as the incomprehensible pressure in her ass became an exquisite torture in her cunt. Her eyes wide open, she pulled herself closer to the exam table, crushing her nakedly heaving breasts against the cushion in an attempt to get away from the pain. But Jason pressed eagerly forward, stretching and possessing the delicate tissue of her brutally occupied ass.
Elsewhere in the complex, the Headmistress turned on her vibrator.
“That’s it, yellow fever,” Jason muttered sadistically through clenched teeth. “Me so horny.”
His fingernails dug viciously into Cheshire’s vulnerable flesh, forcing still more of his perversely stiffened cock into her body. Her only reply, both to his callous remark and the defilement of her virgin asshole, was to groan in exhausted deference. Jason and the Headmistress alike could see that whatever fight she had, whatever pride she had, had gone out of her. She was now completely at his mercy, huddling in slavish submission to his brutalizing cock. The pleasurable forcefulness of his lovemaking was too much to deny. She needed it as she’d never needed any man before.
The Headmistress had never, in her long life, seen such a strong woman so quickly debauched and humiliated. And very rarely had she seen one take such pleasure in being broken. As Jason’s powerful cock sawed slowly in and out of Cheshire, she found she could not take her eyes away. Not stop noticing things like the foul obscenities Jason muttered, in Cheshire’s own language no less, and how he never quite withdrew his cock from the painfully stretched ring of Cheshire’s asshole. The resolution of the video was not that detailed, but as if in a vision, the Headmistress could see the tiny ridges of Cheshire’s clasping anus, slightly pulling out along with Jason’s manhood, then disappearing again with every vicious plunge he made.
“So how much for this?” Jason asked as he moved with more ease into Cheshire’s violently expanded anus. “One dollah? Two dollah?” She grunted and groaned as her hips moved swiftly backward to meet his thrusting cock, grounding her ass lasciviously into his loins with all the energy left in her straining body. “I’d say it’s worth three dollah, easy.”
Cheshire’s long dark hair, now tangled, twisted through the air as she bucked and tossed beneath his thrusts. To the Headmistress, it looked as if her follower—one of her best agents—was actually pleading with her merciless lover to come again, filling her ass with the white inferno of his cum.
“Me love you long time,” Jason taunted, wanting to humiliate her even further than her need for release had. He bent over her supple back, reaching under her churning belly to find the tiny pink lotus of her clit. His fingers maddened it, and Cheshire’s tortured body was quick to react, jerking convulsively as she neared the point of orgasm despite the mortification she felt at her surrender.
“Yes! Yes! Fuck my ass! Shove it up in me!”
“Why?” Jason demanded, slapping her ass as he fucked it. “What’s your ass gonna do if I come in it?”
“My ass…”
Jason fucked into her again and again. “Yeah?”
“Jason—!”
“And what are you gonna do after I come in your tight ass? What are you gonna do about getting my cock all dirty? Huh? Huh!?”
Cheshire gasped. “Suckee-suckee.”
Jason buried himself in her.
While she wallowed in the pleasure of her animalistic subjugation, her shattering orgasm, Jason panted for air, cursing under his breath, shoving himself forward in a series of powerful thrusts that seemed strong enough to tear right through Cheshire’s body, all the way to her screaming mouth.
Her orgasm rippled through her frail body like lightning, making her tighten all the muscles in her body, unintentionally doubling the pleasure Jason felt in his relentlessly pistoning cock. He felt himself slipping and allowed it, eager to be done with Cheshire now that she’d given into him. Groaning, he poured his potent seed deep into her ravaged anus, filling it until it overflowed and forced its way back past his cock and dribbled down the crevice of her ass into her sadly neglected cunt.
They collapsed into a pile, groaning with the intense pleasure they’d taken from each other, but the Headmistress could no longer spare any attention for what was happening on the monitor. She herself was fast approaching an orgasm, stimulated beyond control by the sight of Cheshire’s domination and the feel of her own dildo in and out of her achingly throbbing cunt.
As Jason crawled up Cheshire’s body, offering his half-hard cock to her accepting lips, Talia al Ghul came harder than either of them had.
