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So I had fifteen thousand points and a whole bunch of stuff to fuse. My first real decision was what direction to go in. Whisper had gotten me a few animals, and I wanted to try to work those in somewhere, but not all of them obviously, because that would turn her into a mess. Once I got her a new race, hopefully a G ranked one, I wanted to be able to upgrade it later, which meant being able to make higher level versions of the things that I made here, so I needed to try to keep the ingredients down.

First step was to appraise everything. Most of it was J rank, which was fine, some I thrown in and even an H or two. The animals were all I ranked, along with a few of the desserts, eclairs etc. I was pretty sure Whisper had just raided a bunch of storage units and high end restaurants. Surprisingly the two H ranked items were a bottle of wine and a painting, but honestly neither had much use for combination here, so I kept them for later, deciding to focus on which animal to use as a base.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Eastern Green Mamba- I rank. A venomous snake native to the coastal regions of southern East Africa. Due to it's arboreal nature and striking green color the Eastern Green Mamba blends flawlessly into foliage and is a deadly ambush predator.]

Look, I knew that picking the snake was edgy. But it was SO green. Like insanely green. It was gorgeous. My only real issue here was that I hadn't gotten wings for her, which I'd really wanted. Still, I wasn't necessarily pinned to one specific animal, I didn't want to get too complicated, but I could use two without dipping into crazy manticore territory. I put a pin in the mamba, confirming one of my choices as I checked out the few birds she had brought until I found on I liked.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Fiery throated hummingbird- I rank. An incredibly small and nimble bird with a beautiful coloration. Capable of sustained flight, the hummingbird is onle of the only birds able to hover in place.]

Check and check. I wanted both of these. They were still I rank so I needed to merge them with something to boost them up. I decided I actually COULD use the bottle of wine and the painting in my merging process and took them back out, but saved them for after I found something to boost each of the animals to H rank. Once they matched the items I'd fuse them each with one, and then with each other to get the F ranked beast I wanted. I rifled through the piles and found the biggest most flawless emerald and opal I could find and then started combining.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Emerald Mamba- H rank. A beautiful creature of living stone, the emerald mamba is a living precious jewel. Capable of a bite than can petrify it's victims into the gem that shares it's name this fearsome beast is as deadly as it is breathtaking.]

As the light from the merge faded I was dumbstruck. The appraisal wasn't wrong. The delicate tracery of brilliant green

not quite translucent scales and eyes that glowed a blazing green made the animal intimidating as hell, but they lent it an air of otherworldy beauty and mystery. I turned to the hummingbird excitedly initiating the merge with the huge I ranked opal to see what would come about.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Fire throated bird of paradise- H rank. A beautiful and nimble bird whose plumage shines with the shifting color of a thousand jewels, this bird possesses the ability to breath multicolored prismatic flame.]

If the snake was breathtaking then this thing was fucking heartstopping. The colors of the feathers were somehow none of and all of the colors on the rainbow, shifting with every movement to encompass more and more beautiful hues, some of which I didn't think even existed outside this animal. I walked over and picked up the H ranked bottle of wine. I'd sent Whisper into the bathroom to strip and wait for me to bring the materials, so I didn't want to drag this out too long. I initiated the merge between the mamba and bottle.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Emerald Blooded liquor serpent- G rank. A descendant of a liquor dragon, the bite of this serpent petrifies it's victims into the emerald whose liquid form flows through its veins. The serpents gaze possesses the hypnotic fascination of a precious gem, creating a sense of drunken euphoria in the viewer. The beautiful scales of this beast are tougher than normal emeralds, and can be further refined through the consumption of such stones.]

Well that was fucking metal. My first G ranked animal was a goddamn masterpiece. It even had hints of dragon in it. I wasn't sure exactly what a liquor dragon was, or if it even actually existed before now, but it sounded awesome, and there was basically nobody who didn't want a fucking dragon of their own. I turned to the bird and activated the merge with the colorful painting, wondering what it was going to come out as.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Arcadian Hummingbird- G rank. A work of living art whose very presence brings beauty to the world. The Arcadian fire of the hummingbird mesmerizes and entrances the viewer, even as they burn to death in its all consuming blaze.]

Less complicated that the serpent, but also less impressive. I was guessing the serpent was close to F rank already based on some of it's attributes. F ranked items were much more complex and nuanced than their lower ranked counterparts. That said, it was finally time to commence the last merge. I was about to create my first F ranked animal, the first creature I would ever create. I initiated the combination. The light consumed the two creatures, fueled by ten thousand greed points as it wove together their very essence, and when it cleared I was in awe.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Arcadian Feathered Serpent- F rank. A creature of fascination and desire. The scales and feathers of the serpent hypnotize and entice their prey, and their very gaze can petrify a victim to precious stone should it so choose. The breath of the serpent creates a mesmeric prismatic fire that can consume either the body or the mind. The serpent subsists on rare and beautiful gems. Due to its high speed and versatility in the air, combined with its mesmerizing capabilities, the serpent is nearly uncatchable in the sky, and it's blood is a powerful intoxicant, creating a sense of euphoria and beautiful hallucinations in the drinker.]

It was...perfect. I felt like I had never seen color before in my life. Like I'd been living in a black and white world and this was the full depth of the UV spectrum painted across my bleak and empty sight. I'd never seen anything so spellbinding in my life, and I had to force my eyes away because I could absolutely stare at this thing until the end of time. I opened the cage taking the thing out without fear. It's scales were soft and silky to the touch when stroked along the grain, but I knew they would shred my flesh if I tried to go against it.

I wasn't afraid of the beast. It was mine. Everything the Greed System created was mine by right. Animals knew this, they understood who they belonged to, and this serpent would no more harm me than chew out its own heart. I looked into it's gorgeous prismatic eyes, and said seriously. "I'm going to introduce you to someone special. Behave." The serpent flicked it's eyes to the side in a gesture that looked suspiciously sulky and I rolled mine with a good natured smile. Then I carried it into the bathroom.

Whisper was kneeling on the floor, bare ass naked and waiting for me. When I came in she looked up and her eyes froze on the serpent. Her decently sized and very perky breasts stopped heaving as she became entranced, and I smiled a bit at that. "So. Are you ready?" She jerked like she'd been shocked, and I had to chuckle. "Are you ready to become one with this serpent? To become more than you are?" She swallowed heavily and nodded, and I grinned, walking over to her and draping the serpent over her head. Then, with only a moment of hesitation, I activated the merge.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Whisper A'daire- G rank Arcadian Serpent-Kin. Devoted servant of the Greed Bearer Nicholas Lord, Whisper possessed latent serpentine genes that boosted her synergy with the Arcadian Feathered Serpent with which her lord combined her. The resulting being is a creature devoted to the service and pleasure of her lord at all costs possessing all of the traits of her serpentine forebear,all the cunning and fanaticism of her former human self, and filled with gratitude toward him for making her someone special.]

I hadn't known Whisper's last name, though given her faint accent it made sense, but that was hardly the most eye catching thing about her now. I walked a slow circle around her, taking in her beauty and savoring it. I ran my hands over her skin, enjoying the feel of it. Whisper had been...reborn. Her hair was a brilliant fiery red, thick and soft and her skin was smooth and unlined. Along her wrists, forearms, neck and jaw glimmering trails of prismatic scales were traced whirling along her body in mesmerizing patterns.

Her back bore a pair of radiant multicolored wings that somehow flattened into beautiful tattoos when not extended trailing down the smooth expanse of her spine to that scrumptious ass I adored so much. I pulled her up by the arm, spinning her to kiss me and feeling a surge of exultant joy at the knowledge that I wanted her and could take her at any time. I kissed her and her saliva tasted like the sweetest ambrosia I'd ever imagined. The Blood protected me from deleterious effects but I felt fire sing in my veins as the intoxicating features of her fluids filled me with euphoria.

Her lips and tongue didn't have as much effect as her blood, so it was only a slight buzz, but I was rock hard instantly. Without even being told Whisper sank to her knees and pulled my cock out, staring with a hungry gaze up into my eyes with her prismatic irises as she unhinged her jaw and took me to the base. She slid her hands up my thighs and with her eyes shining with love and gratitude she began to work me.

She didn't bob her head or gag herself. My Whisper didn't need that sort of indignity to please her lord now. She just began to ripple the muscles in her throat, rolling them up and down me like a woman rolling on a condom with her very wet cunt. It wasn't as good as pussy fucking, but it felt amazing, and I began to feel that same euphoria as her saliva was absorbed through my skin. I groaned. "Fuck, that's so good Whisper, but I need more. Put on a show for your god."

Whisper's eyes smouldered and she put her hands to my thighs rolling her hips and ass bonelessly into a standing position as her throat jerked me closer to completion with her moving an inch, then as I watched, her hips started to grind, then sway, then bounce. As I sat there enjoying the depths of my devoted servant's new snakelike throat she started clapping the money maker that made me want her in the first place. My balls tightened and as I unloaded down her neck, watching her twerk her unbelievably fat ass with sinuous movements that should have been humanly impossible I let out a satisfied groan. I counted this as a complete success.

January 9th 2016 Gotham City 10:00 AM EDT

I had a LOT of sex with Whisper for the rest of that night. Enough that even I was slightly tired after. Her body was G rank now and seemed to be able to keep pace with mine. My mutagen was on the edge of F rank sure, but it was just a mutagen, Whisper was an actual G rank being. She was fast as shit, incredibly flexible and her scales were generally pretty absorbent despite only visually seeming like a tracery. Now that I had a guard though, I decided I was going to take a look around as Mammon to try to figure out who was taking these kids.

I'd been practicing the katas Barbie taught me, and they really did help an insane amount in teaching my body how to move. I wasn't exactly a perfect warrior yet, because translating forms to actual combat was more complicated than you would think, but I was pretty tough and with my mask and Kingly Raiment and my new beautiful servant I should be more than up to a look around.

Speaking of Whisper I had become...much more attached to her. I wasn't sure if it was the merge making her more completely mine or if being more treasure like made me want her more, but I could barely keep my hands off her. Her mouth, her ass, her cunt, I was obsessed with being in and on her. Which was why I stopped. I didn't do obsession. I'd ass fuck that fat jiggly chunk of heaven later as a celebration when we found something, but I was the only thing that controlled me. Not the system and not my cock.

Luckily Whisper was obedient as hell, so even though she wanted more fucking (Whisper seemed to pretty much ALWAYS want me inside her, not that I was complaining) she got up and got dressed to go investigate like a good girl. She smiled happily at me after I got ready. "You look so handsome in your costume my lord. So regal and overbearing." She ran her hands over my lapels.

I caught her wrists with a chuckle. "Down girl, we have work to do. I can make you some armor later if you want, but I'm a little low on power right now." I was at a few thousand points at present, so I couldn't really do much for her in terms of gear without depleting all my reserves, which I absolutely did not want to do. Luckily she didn't seem to mind and she had her natural defenses now. We headed down to the garage and grabbed a car, a towncar as usual, and I took the plates off before we pulled out.

We were headed for Gotham, where, fun fact, traffic cops absolutely will not pull you over if you're wearing anything that looks like a superhero costume. As we drove I turned to Whisper. "So. I'm looking for a group of traffickers grabbing homeless teens. I may or may not have blamed them for some stuff, and if I catch them and kill or capture them before anyone else gets there it means no one can disprove my story. I figure your old cult probably ran afoul of them since you seem to run in similar circles, so any ideas?"

She pursed her lips in thought. "Maybe. We have had reports of a few of our prospects vanishing around the East End. If you're looking for people getting grabbed that's your best bet, though there's a pretty good chance if we do see something like that it might be a completely different group. That isn't a great part of town." I turned east. I wasn't sure what I was hoping to find but with my extremely boosted brain power I was sure I could come across something useful. Not to mention I had a new secret weapon.

I'd noticed when I was checking out Whisper that I could use appraise on people. It gave me important details about their value and even some insight into them as a person. Whisper was basically obsessed with me so my name showed up in her appraisal, but it did use my name, so clearly there was some serious info to be gleaned. I imagined there would be some people who I couldn't use it on somewhere, but until I met them I was going to milk the ability for all it was worth.

My other huge advantage was the Plutonic Veil. The mask could find secrets and treasures, and I was betting I could use that to find people who would be of value to the kidnappers for whatever reason. Finally we pulled up outside an old abandoned theater and climbed out of the car. We drew some looks, but nothing crazy, mask or not I was hardly the most unusual thing most of these people had seen here. I activated the Veil, and the world shifted into a spectrum of colors. The colors were the same as before, rainbow hues down the spectrum of rank.

I pushed past that though, focusing on the word treasure, mentally shifting into a different gear so I could view the factors that made someone valuable to these people. It sucked, and I felt the mask heat up, it wasn't really meant for this kind of thing, but it was within its purview even if it was pushing things. The colors changed, though not much. Most of these people hadn't had a glow and they didn't anymore either. There were still a few reds interspersed throughout the crowd but oddly some of the people I remembered being reds before weren't anymore and some of the people with no glow were now.

This was...useless to me. I couldn't just assume that these people would get grabbed, if they were more valuable, maybe some greens or something, I might follow them and catch the kidnappers in the act, but these were targets of opportunity, and the chances of running into the kidnappers here was pretty slim. So I decided to go the other way. I had seen some reds that became inert when I switched the parameters on the mask, which meant those were valuable people the kidnappers DIDN'T want. Maybe by finding out why I could guess their actual purpose. I started appraising them all, mostly people with martial arts training or military backgrounds, a cop or two, and all older, but I found one person who was...interesting.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Jade Nguyen -I rank. An elite operative trained since young by the League of Shadows, Jade is a skilled mistress of espionage, assassination, and seduction. Using the field name Cheshire, Jade was one of the organization's top field operatives until the birth of her child forced her into retirement. Currently searching for information.]

I blinked at that. First of all, holy shit appraisal was invasive. Like, seriously, some of that was super personal. Not that I was complaining. Still, I was officially intrigued. Was she looking for the same people we were? It said searching for information so apparently the ability had limits. I decided to follow her, see where she went and what she was looking for. Worst case I got to spend an hour or two staring at her tight little ass, which looked pretty good for a recent mother. I nodded to Whisper and we started casually strolling after her.

Jade was...impressive. Normal people wouldn't have been able to pick up on it, but as someone with absolutely bonkers senses the complete lack of sound she made when she walked and the way she all but eliminated her presence was a hell of a trick. She was clearly incredibly well trained, I'd never heard of the League of Shadows but they must be pretty skilled to pump out someone at her level. Even I almost lost track of her a few times. I let the mask slip back into it's normal treasure detection mode and that made keeping up easier. The number of reds were pretty low overall and she was bright.

We trailed her for about ten minutes. She stopped and talked to a few people. Used a payphone to make a call where she said very little of actual substance and then turned down an alley at the end of the street we were on. We moved as quietly as possible, turning into the ally ourselves to find...nothing. I exhaled in annoyance. "Whisper, block the exit." Whisper's wings unfurled, and she darted down the alley to land gracefully in front of the mouth of it. I glanced around with the mask, spotting the red outline crouched behind a dumpster. "I can see you over there, you might as well come out."

The form stood, stepping out of the shadows. Jade was dressed in a green canvas jacket and tight black pants. She had her rather voluminous hair shoved through the back of a baseball cap in a ponytail. She was pretty. Aristocratic asian features, with nice plump lips and intense eyes. She raised an eyebrow. "You really want to do this? I don't know you, but I'm not someone to mess with. Whatever you were following me for, is it really worth the possible damage I could do to you? If you were anyone important I'd know you. Like I know her." She nodded to my redhead.

I smiled under my mask. "Ah, I see. You think that because I'm new on the scene I'm not a threat. I'm guessing you underestimate my Whisper just like everyone else. Sadly for you, my little viper has come into her own under my care." I decided to play up the stereotypical villain bit, besides I'd just finished work on Whisper and I wanted to show her off a bit. "Whisper, why don't you show the lovely Miss. Nguyen what kind of things I can offer those under my employ."

Whisper opened her mouth, turned her head, and spewed out a torrent of crystalline, shimmering, prismatic fire. The glass like flames hit a nearby trashcan and the thing went up like a bonfire. Holy shit, that looked so fucking cool. I shifted my eyes to Cheshire to take in her reaction and sure enough she'd frozen, here face impassive but her pulse having picked up and her pupils dilating. She had a good poker face, but I was a hell of a cold reader these days. She swallowed. "Well. I suppose I have some time to talk. What did you want to ask about? Or is this a fetish. I could almost feel your eyes glued to my ass as you followed me."

I chuckled. "Well it's quite an ass, and I wouldn't say no to a bit of fun with a woman like you, but no. I have another purpose. I'm here looking for information on a group of kidnappers. They've been taking teens from all over the country, and they've begun to impact my operations. I wish to know who my enemy is so I might teach them a lesson." I actually had considered recruiting Jade, but this didn't seem like the proper place. Whisper's change had planted a seed in the girl, and I could tell she wanted to know more. I'd let her come to me. For now I needed to focus on the mission.

Her eyes actually widened this time. "Holy shit, you're after THEM?" She burst into giggles. "Honey, you're a scary guy. The image is very imposing, and your little dragon slut is definitely going to peak some people's interest, but that's way out of your league." She shook her head, clearly about to tell me to go fuck myself, but she stopped as she seemed to get an idea. "That said...it's not impossible for me to help you. But it's going to have to be a trade. You get me some information I need and I'll give you a location for their next grab in town. I'm not giving you a name, you can figure it out yourself, but I can give you a lead." I was intrigued so I gestured for her to continue. She grinned. "I do love a man who knows how to play ball. You're lucky I'm desperate at this point. If I wasn't running out of options I'd have never made this offer. So, if you want my help I want you to help me find someone. A man named Roy Harper."

January 9th 2016 Gotham City 10:00 AM EDT

Understandably being caught in an alley wasn't Jade's idea of a good time, so after I got her number I had whisper move. As she was leaving though, she paused. She gave Whisper a once over. "What happened to you A'daire? You look so different? You were a two bit religious nut last time I saw you, not...this." Her eyes strayed over Whisper's body. The delicate tracery of crystalline scales, the rainbow wings of shimmering feathers, the prismatic irises of her gorgeous eyes, and even without any of Whisper's power being flexed, she seemed hypnotized.

Whisper smiled, exposing her delicate fangs. "I'm still a religious nut." She giggled. "Or I guess you could say I'm filled with religious nut. I found a new god. One who takes care me and treasures me." She licked her full lips. "He would take care of you too Jade. We both would. Aren't you tired of that silly mask? Wouldn't you like to be like the Cheshire cat for real? I'm sure my lord could make that happen. It doesn't cost much anyway. Only your loyalty. You're not even using it right now."

Her eyes were fixed on Jade, and despite not crystallizing her I was pretty sure she WAS using hypnosis. I cleared my throat. "Enough, Whisper." She blinked, breaking the spell instantly. I raised an eyebrow. "I don't remember telling you to do that." She cast her eyes down shamefully and lifted off the ground to flit to my side. I turned to Jade. "Apologies, she can be a bit...overzealous about me. Hypnotizing new friends is rude." My gaze flicked to Whisper. "Pull down your pants and bend over.

She did, without question exposing that bodacious bulwark of rump meat to the chilly air. I gestured to her, bent over form. "Please Jade, as the wronged party, I'd be happy to let you punish her." Whisper didn't argue or even flinch. I could have led a horse in here to mount her and she would have taken it willingly because it was for me. Jade however, looked...stunned. She also looked interested, and that little bit of desire was enough to give me access. I didn't do anything crazy just dialed up her urge to dominate other women, an urge that was already there.

She licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Whisper's ridonculous booty. I walked toward her, taking advantage of her distraction to circle around behind. The closer I got the more I was able to tweak. I didn't make it more extreme, just more specific, adding slight twists to her fetish and maybe a bit of an ass preference that I leaned on a bit. I put my hands on her shoulder and she jumped, never tearing her gaze from the behemoth cheeks gleaming in the cold night air.

As I worked, I leaned down to speak to her softly. Nothing extreme, just some underlining of what I was feeding her desires. "She was going to just give you to me Jade. Hypnotize you into a needy mess and then hold you down and let me slut you out bent over a dumpster or something." I spiked some desire over that, just for good measure, before returning to the original plan. "You're Cheshire, you deserve satisfaction. She wanted to make you a toy, so now she had to take her punishment."

I reached down to unbuckle my belt, pulling it off to hand it to her. She took it, eyes flicking down to the leather and then back to Whispers exposed cheeks. I honestly should maybe have stopped, but I just couldn't. Jade was so toned and deadly and cockstiffeningly sexy. I wasn't going to fuck her tonight. Jade was the kind of prey you chase before you catch it. I'd have to earn that tight little ass. But we could still have fun together. If I had my way pretty, wild, Jade would be knuckle deep in her twat to this moment every night until I finally took her.

She took the belt slowly, and I chuckled. "Whisper, you're too far away for your punishment, come expose yourself to Jade." Whisper complied, flitting over to us. Seeing someone fly at hummingbird speeds in real life was fucking weird, like a mic between a single graceful arc and someone hitting fast forward. I massaged Jade's shoulders a bit, pushing her desire for Whispers fat rump up a notch. "Go ahead Jade. Get your payback. My little viper deserves her just desserts for trying to dom someone when she know's she's my bottom bitch."

In reality I was glad Whisper was taking some initiative, but framing it like this made what we were doing a sex act, which made it easier to worm my way in. Jade swallowed and swung the belt down, cracking it on a cheek, getting a moan from Whisper. I clicked my tongue. "That wasn't very hard Jade. Don't worry, my viper is a tough little slut, she can take her pounding. I think the problem is you seem a bit unsteady, here, let me help." I stepped up and put hands on her hips, pressing my chest to her back and sandwiching my hard cock between her sweet, toned cheeks.

I didn't have to push to make her desire spike this team. Feeling my thick cock being swallowed by her tight little ass cheeks, even through out clothes, made Jade's pussy drip. She ground her hips on me a little, not even teasing, just so caught up in the moment she needed to enjoy the feel a bit more. I clamped my hands down on her hips harder to show I liked that, and chuckled. "Well now that you've finished getting comfortable, give that ass a slap like you mean it kitten."

She swallowed, still hypnotized by those cheeks and hauled back to slap the belt down across Whisper's exposed ass. My little snake gasped and I felt Jade's desire ignite, even as my own cock jerked against her toned booty. She squirmed a bit. "She deserves more than one, don't you think? I think ten is fair." I raised my voice. "Whisper your punishment is ten lashes from Cheshire. For the next nine strikes your ass belongs to her, treat her with the respect that affords her." Jade shuddered at that, in a good way.

She hauled back again slapping down on my redheads cheeks even harder. Whisper was G rank so this wasn't much to her, even the non scaled parts of here were part serpent and were tougher than most people, as it hit she squealed. "OH! One! Thank you mistress, give your slut another!" I could feel Jade's cunt clench through her body without even needing my abilities, and I grinned under my mask. She liked that. I was going to have to give Whisper a reward, she was excellent at playing to an audience.

Jade slapped her again, earning another thank you, and I leaned down to whisper in the assassins ear. "Did you notice kitten? My viper likes you. Sneaky little whore started her count over to get another slap. I bet her poor little twat is sopping. How about we ditch the belt and you can enjoy punishing her by hand. It's a wonderful ass to slap, nice and bouncy and soft. Your hand will just cave the cheek in, it almost swallows it up. It's like slapping slutty jello." Her breathing was ragged.

She nodded, her wild hair dragging across my chest. "You're right. She slighted me. Her punishment should be more...personal. Whisper was bent over pretty close and Jade hung my belt around her neck for safekeeping as she leaned over to run a hand over the vixen's bright red cheeks. I felt her desire surge all on it's own. Jade loved being in control, craved it. She gritted her teeth in a satisfied growl again as she brought her hand down. "Did I give you permission to enjoy this, whore?"

I let my hand slide in along her flat stomach, but Jade was already so wrapped up in lust she didn't even care about my fingers slipping into her pants, sliding down her toned flesh as I traced them over the stubble at the top of her dripping cunt. I slid two fingers in, hooking them to trace along the top of her entrance to find the spot I knew was there. Her pussy was wet and soft but still tighter than I expected from a recent mother. Maybe I'd been expecting too little, or maybe she did kegels whatever the case she hissed and clenched when my fingers slid in.

She brought her hand down on Whisper's ass again, and both woman moaned. I growled in her ear. "That's right kitten, use her. Punish the slut. How dare she try to take control of you. You're the one in control!" I stroked over her g-spot faster and her legs wobbled, but I was able to easily hold her up with my hands on her. "More. Hit her more. It feels good to take her in hand doesn't it?" I tweaked the felish a bit to play into her current situation. "This stupid bitch doesn't know what to do with that sweet pussy. She needs a mommy. You want to be her mommy Jade?"

I had an image of Jade and Dinah mommy domming Whisper from both ends and my cock jerked. I shifted my fingers so they dragged over her clit as the slid in. Jade was shuddering with need and pleasure as she hauled back and clapped those fucking cheeks with her open palm again. Ever the quick study Whisper squealed. "Fuck! Three! Thank you mommy may I have another?" I was going to fucking kiss that girl. The flood of pussy juice that ran over my already soaking fingers was staggering.

Jade started spanking all at once, slapping harder and faster, seven times in a row. Her pussy clenched on my fingers as she growled. "Fuck, you sick little slut. No wonder you're bent over in an alley getting your ass tanned. Mommy's gonna beat that fat ass into shape. Take your fucking slaps whore take, mommy's discipline!" I was pretty sure Jade might have had a mommy kink in the first place, but I DEFINITELY made it worse if she did. As she finished the final slap Whisper screamed and squirted all over the alley, her pussy fountaining girlcum all over the dirty asphalt.

Seeing that fat booty clench as she exploded all over the alley set Jade off and she let loose a ragged groan of exultant pleasure as she soaked the inside of her pants and panties. I had to hold her up when her legs gave out, and I admit I might have tweaked that orgasm to be more extreme. I slid my hand from her pants. Barking at my viper. "Whisper, come clean your mommy off my fingers, you're such a whore you made a mess of her."

Whisper dropped to her knees, her pants still around them, and crawled over to where we were. She took my hand in hers and, staring up into Jade's eyes, slowly licked every trace of the asian woman's twat off my fingers. She stared up at the younger girl through her eyelashes as she sucked, thoroughly fellating every digit before reaching for Jade's pants, resting her palms on each of the girls thighs. "Do you want me to clean my mess mommy?"

Jade shuddered but pulled away, clearing her throat. "Ah, no, you're, uh...punished. All done." She looked to me. "You have my number, call me if you hear anything." She turned and fled, her legs still shaky as she dashed away. I watched that cute little ass work as she took off. Not as jumbo as Whispers clapper, but she clearly put some work into it. I couldn't complain about the feel around my dick, even through pants.

I raised an eyebrow at Whisper. "You took the initiative there, that was good. I couldn't have asked you to play along better than you did. I'm going to see how many times I can order you to cum before you pass out as a reward. Get my cock in your throat to muffle the sound." With a grin, pants still around her knees Whisper shuffled forward to unbuckle my pants, and I noticed Jade had taken my belt. I grinned to myself, hopefully she had fun with it. As I slid my cock back into Whisper's mouth I groaned with satisfaction. "Good girl. Now cum." As I moaned with pleasure I had to admit, this was a reward for both of us, Whisper's throat did the nicest things when I made her cum.

January 9th 2016 Gotham City 8:00 PM EDT

I sent Whisper to her place to lay low. She was to call in to her superiors in the cult on the phone and delay anyone seeing her for a while. We needed to figure out exactly how to let her blend back in with the Religion, and if we couldn't how to get as much from them as possible on her way out. In the meantime I decided to hit two birds with one stone and hit up the Iceberg Lounge to ask around about this Roy Harper. I could establish my new rep with some shenanigans and a bar fight.

Whisper, sadly, couldn't come with me. Penguin and the Religion had some bad blood and she was recognizable even with her new upgrades. The Lounge was a useful place to pick up info or make deals, but if you had a beef with the boss it wasn't uncommon for people to up and vanish. I pulled up outside the club at eight after calling to check in with Barbie about her mission. She hadn't found much but I wanted to keep track.

Once that was done I texted Dinah about coming over that night and then pulled up to the Iceberg Lounge. I passed off my car to the valet before climbing gracefully out, strolling side like I owned the place. Between the extreme luxury of my raiment and my kickass mask I pretty much oozed sophistication so I owned it. I made sure everyone here knew I was a badass just with my gait, and the bouncer didn't even look twice as I walked in. They were used to villains here.

I'd never been to the Lounge before, though I'd always been curious about the place. It didn't disappoint. A massive multi level building with tables set in rings on each level, the center of the lounge was an open pool of frigid water with an actual iceberg in the middle of it. I suspect my entrance made an impression, if only because of the mask and quality of my suit, because as soon as I stepped inside I was met by a trio of women, who judging from their clothes were employees of the place.

The middle one wasn't really my type, being a bit tall and broad shouldered for me, plus her hair was a little thin. But the little blonde in the pillbox hat and gothy one with the dark lips and the bow tie were stunners. The tall one did her best to menace, but being six three I was talled than her by about half a foot. Still the three of them made a point to pay me special attention, probably feeling out the impressive looking new player for their boss. The sweet little blonde was the first to speak up. "Welcome sir, I don't think we've had the pleasure of your attendance before, might I ask your name?"

I grinned. I'd decided as the demon of greed and wealth Mammon would flex his cash all the time. Considering I could merge costume jewels into the real thing and Whisper had just brought me a cache of those anyway, I was flush, so I could afford to be a little flashy. I pulled out a sapphire the size of my thumb. "Name's Mammon. How about you beautiful? What do I call such an enchanting creature?" I took her hand and slid the sapphire into it, rubbing my thumb along the pulse point of her wrist to feel out her desire.

She flushed. She was interested, not really in me, but in the casual display of wealth. "I'm Jay, sir." She swallowed hard and pocketed the sapphire, licking her lips to wet them. "Lark, Raven, why don't you let me show Mr. Mammon around tonight. We can't all spend the evening in his company, as charming as it is. I can make sure he's taken care of." Her voice was throaty, and I was pretty sure if this had been a cartoon there would have been dollar signs in her eyes.

The other two looked annoyed. Tall and broad, whose name was Lark apparently, seemed uneasy about me, which meant she had exceptional instincts, and pouty goth Raven looked like she just had her puppy stolen. I pulled out a ruby, handing it to Raven. "Two heads are better than one I say. I wouldn't want to take up all of your time, but any man would be a fool to pass up one of you ladies on each arm." Raven shot Jay a smug smirk.

I pulled the same trick and was mildly interested to note that Raven had a chip on her shoulder about Jay and judging by my senses was turned on by getting one over on her. Lark looked even less pleased, but after seeing my casual display of wealth didn't want to piss off a potential VIP. She smiled through gritted teeth. "Of course, please show our new guest around, but don't forget to be back to work within an hour. We do still have jobs." She turned to stalk away and I caught a muttered snarl of "whores." With my enhanced senses.

I offered and arm to each of them. "Now then ladies, if you might bring me to a table. Something comfortable and close to where the action is if you please." Jay and Raven molded themselves to my sides looping their arms in mine and steering me upstairs. I admired their assets as they escorted me. Pretty Jay was slim and athletic, with a toned booty and nice grapefruit sized titties under her tight uniform. Raven, in the meantime was a full bombshell. Even her ruffled shirt and buttoned suit jacket couldn't hide the D cups she was packing, and her ass, while not Whisper levels of bodacious, was thick and meaty.

I could sense their desires as they held onto me. They were for money mostly, but they were definitely taking note of my musculature in a positive way. I could tell from the contact that Raven would tease and probably even blow me, but she wouldn't take my dick without a bit of romancing. Jay on the other hand would let me stuff my cock up her asshole in the middle of the dance floor if I paid her enough. Raven's little complex about her coworker was definitely mutual and they both had their own way of staying on top.

Jay was self conscious about her less bodacious body, so she put those tight little holes to work to be the favorite, and Raven resented her coworker for getting all attention by being such a whore. I honestly probably could have used the dueling desires to play them off each other and get them both on my cock within an hour, but I was here for info. That said I availed myself of their charms while we walked and let my hands slip down to their decidedly opposite but very pleasant rumps.

Raven leaned her head into my shoulder shyly while Jay wiggled back into my hand with a giggle. Finally we reached the tabled and they sat down on either side of me, I dismissed their offer of a drink and pulled them tight against me. "So. You girls know who's who around here right? I think I'm in the best company in the building, but I'd love if you could point out all the big players. I assure you, I can be very rewarding to girls who please me."

That last bit was just an incentive, but Jay surprised me by unbuttoning my pants and fishing out my cock. Her small, soft hand started working my shaft under the table as she smiled sweetly at me and started talking. "Well Mr. Mammon, we here at the Iceberg Lounge always try to offer the best in customer service. The Lounge is a landmark destination in Gotham, playing host to some of the city's most notorious citizens. Over there for instance, you'll see Poison Ivy, Catwoman, and Harley Quinn. The Gotham City Sirens, as they call themselves."

Raven looked annoyed and reached down to gently fondle my balls, kissing along my neck and jaw as best she could around my mask as she murmured breathily in my ear. "Harley Quinn as I'm sure you know, was the Joker's fuck buddy and bottom bitch, until he got screwed over in that Injustice League mess a few years ago. Now she spends all her time with the Siren's. Personally I find her annoying, but Ivy dotes on her, so I guess that wagging tongue of hers does good work between those pretty green thighs."

Jay started beating my meat faster. I grinned to myself and took out a diamond, setting it on the table and gesturing for them to keep going. It wasn't a small one. Their eyes were glued to it. I was really enjoying the Iceberg Lounge, Jay was right, the service WAS excellent. Though I was beginning to suspect Eros and Psyche made me naturally more sexually enticing to women. Either that or these girls were really thirsty for cash, which given they worked for Penguin could easily be the case.

Raven unbuttoned a few buttons on her shirt as she fondled my balls, exposing those fat milky tits just enough that only I could see them. As expected, her reticence to go further sexually was fading as Jay took things further and further. I stopped Jay's hand. Then put the diamond away and took out an emerald. "As much as I love your enthusiasm ladies, I'm here for information. How about this. You help me find someone who can tell me what I need to know, and I have ten stones that size. You can...try to earn them from me in private after my business is done. Seven for the winner and three for the one who comes in second."

I tucked my cock away. I didn't want to end the fun but I actually did need to find out where this guy was. Jay and Raven were sexy, and I was planning to fuck them into my willing sluts so I'd have eyes in this place, but now was the time to focus. Jay pouted at me, but I could tell denying her and making it a competition had gotten her fired up. Raven was the same though the competition was a bigger motivator. Still there was an emerald on the table so they straightened up and Jay started talking.

Her voice was businesslike. "Of course sir. The sirens are good for stealing but information isn't their game. You want the Calculator. He's a master hacker, best in the business. Very discrete, but very expensive." She pointed to a small man seated at a booth off to the side of the area my table was in. He had two huge goons on either side of him, but they'd given him plenty of space. He gave the image of a solitary man enjoying a drink despite his retinue. I grinned. "Perfect. If you ladies can excuse me."

I passed the emerald to Jay, who almost moaned with delight at getting the gem. Raven looked murderous before pasting on a smile she pressed up against me. "Hurry up and do your business, daddy, Jay isn't the only one who likes pretty things. In fact, I've been dying for a new pearl necklace." Looking down at her fat tits I definitely planned to do that. I pinched both girls asses, enjoying the feel of the tight little bubble booty versus the cushy goth rump, but then sadly had to climb out of the booth.

I grinned down at them. "Don't worry girls, I always have time for beauties like you. Mammon is a demon of greed, and when I'm done with my business I'm going to devour you whole. Go arrange one of those rooms that Penguin offers for out of town guests, I'll be paying in precious stones. Have the ones I gave you appraised so you know I'm good for it." I gave them both a once over. "And make sure you get us one that's soundproof. You're going to be getting loud." With that, I turned away. I had a meeting with a master hacker it seemed.

January 9th 2016 Gotham City 9:00 PM EDT

Sitting down across from the Calculator was...jarring. I could read people extremely well. Their breathing, perspiration, pupil dilation, microexpressions, all of these things blended together to give me a sense of what they were thinking or feeling. I included that in my interactions automatically, without even thinking much about it these days, but I sure as hell noticed when it was gone.

The Calculator had none of those tells. Sure he breathed, he blinked, his pupils dilated. But all of these things happened at a steady and mechanical pace. He blinked every five seconds, like clockwork, his pulse never moved from exactly eighty nine beats. He didn't sweat, didn't flush. The Calculator was a fucking machine made of meat, and it was super creepy. He was also, however, pretty competent. He waved off his goons as I sat down, clearly able to tell a threat when he saw one.

His voice was cold and precise when he spoke. "I can't say I recognize your ensemble, but you wouldn't be here if you weren't interested in my services. You'll forgive me, however, if I ask to see some proof of your ability to compensate me for my time. Would be a shame to waste minutes of my life on humoring an unknown who can't afford to pay." His cold eyes flashed behind his perfectly symmetrical glasses as he fixed them on me.

I smiled beneath the mask and reached into a pocket, pulling out a gold necklace with a big ass ruby on it I'd merged from some costume jewelry I got at that pawn shop. I set it down on the table and he picked it up, scanning over it, with his eyes as well as his fingers. I kept my own tone measured as I questioned him. "That good enough to prove how deep my pockets are?" I made a mental note to stop and pick up a bag of fake jewelry to merge into something better so I'd have more of this stuff to drop. I was burning through it pretty quick.

The Calculator's brow furrowed, the first sign of disturbance on his otherwise unmarred face. "This is...interesting. The style of the metal work is unusual for a piece of this quality. A bit sloppy." He clicked his tongue in annoyance. "I despise waste, whoever made this should have left the materials to a proper craftsman. However, the materials are all of excellent quality." He slipped the thing into his green plaid suit jacket. "You have my attention. I'll hear you out."

I nodded at that. "I'm looking for someone. An acquaintance who went missing a few years ago." Jade had given me a few details via text when prompted. "To clarify, once I contract your services you'll keep all information requested or uncovered completely confidential? I was told you can be discrete, but there are some scary people around town. If you're going to cave and spit out what you did for me after a threat or two I'll take my business elsewhere."

With a humorless twitch of his lips that could only loosely be described as a smile, the Calculator responded. "I don't make assurances. If my reputation isn't enough for you then we have nothing to talk about and you can see yourself out. If you want to do business, we can do business. You have my attention for a few minutes because of this stone. Now are you going to tell me what you want? Or are we done here. Because I'm going to keep this either way."

I had to respect that level of don't give a fuck. Figuring I'd have to actually commit to something sometime I nodded and leaned in. I focused on the concept of secrets, on my mask and how it was supposed to protect mine, and when I spoke my next words, I pushed them through the mask in a way that shaped them so only the Calculator could hear what I said. "I'm looking for a boy named Roy Harper. He's been missing for about eight years, and he was fifteen when he vanished."

This next part was actually really weird even for me, but she swore it was a thing, and knowing some of the stuff my dad got upto it wasn't impossible. "He was also replaced with a clone. That version of him has been living his life in his place. I'm trying to find the original. You still confident you can deal with the fallout of snooping around?" My identity was secure in my mask so even if he said no I could just bail, no one would know this meeting was connected to me personally and I could lay low from being Mammon for a while if someone tried to off me.

To his credit though, the man didn't even blink. Well, he did, but only after the requisite five seconds. Such a weirdo. "Your request will require greater compensation, but it is still within the realm of my skills." I nodded at that, and took out a huge ass diamond engagement ring, setting it on the table, next to a cushion cut emerald half as long as my thumb. I still had a few more rocks to spare before I started pushing into the ten stones I promised the penguin girls, and I really wanted those spies.

Picking up the stone to examine it, then the ring, he nodded. "Twenty carats. Natural and excellently cut. The ring is only ten, but with the platinum setting is worth even more. I'd say the two are probably with about three million in total." He stowed them in his jacket before passing me a card. "I'll take your job. I'll need a few days at least to look into your matter, but you can get in touch on Wednesday and check in. I should have something by then." With that he went back to his drink, effectively ignoring me and dismissing me from his presence.

I stood up with a grin, not the he could see it. "Fair enough, talk soon." Then I headed out into the club proper. I had the girls waiting upstairs, but I had come here for a different reason. I'd brought one of my training guns with me. I'd made several of them actually, using up a thousand plus points on making ten H rank training guns, with the weapons from the cache of random shit that Whisper had brought for her transformation. I'd had to stop at the store and pick up the needed DVDs and books, but I'd brought one with me tonight.

With the Religion of Crime becoming somewhat less valid as a trading partner I'd decided to try to expand my customer base. I was going to be taking Whisper and they would eventually be enemies, so I was going to approach a more neutral party about buying my weapons. I'd brought all ten weapons and left them out in my car to wait for a potential meeting. Now that I was here and had flashed around plenty of bling I'd proven myself as a power player, and hopefully Jay and Raven could score me a meeting with their boss.

When I got to the the suite they'd picked out they were understandably upset not to be getting fucked into a drooling mess immediately and showered with precious gems, but once I mentioned wanting to meet the Penguin they got serious. They were obviously scared of the little guy, and sex and money aside they did not fuck around when it came to his business. They called up about a meeting, and the Penguin, who I assumed had been watching me via security cameras for a while now, agreed.

The girls escorted me up to meet their boss, assuring me they would wait outside for me and we could head down to the suite together. The door was being guarded by a pair of goons, and when they ushered me inside Lark was standing there next to what had to be one of the smallest ugliest men I'd ever seen. He was leaned back in his chair, top hat perched on his head, monocle over his eye and he looked somehow...right. Like he fit in this office. He reminded me a bit of a goblin from the Harry Potter books.

Lark was positioned stoically next to her boss, arms crossed in a stoic and imposing manner. When he saw me enter the Penguin grinned at me from behind crooked teeth. "Mr...Mammon? Was it? Please come in and have a seat." He gestured to a wing backed chair across from his desk and I made my way over to sit down. Once I'd gotten off my feet he gestured to the side of the room where a large ornate cabinet was coated with decanters. "Would you care for a drink? Each is an excellent vintage. I can have Lark bring you a listing?"

I shook my head. "I appreciate that, Mr. Cobblepot, but I don't partake. I actually came here with an offer for you. I've recently come into possession of some rather valuable weapons. I've been wracking my brain over who would be discerning enough to take them off my hands, and I thought of you first." I passed him the keys to my towncar. I'd stripped the thing of any evidence of my identity and left only the guns and this had been the easiest way I could think of to approach him with the weapons without starting a war.

He took the keys with a raised eyebrow and whistled, handing them over to one of the goons with instructions to retrieve the large case I told him was in my trunk. It took about ten minutes for the goon to return lugging the case, most likely stopping to run it through a series of high tech detection equipment to make sure there were no nasty surprises in it. When he dropped it on the floor with a rattle I actually winced, though I knew my gear was more than sturdy enough to be fine. He opened the box and took out a rifle.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Deadeye's rifle-H rank. A rifle imbued with the spirit of a master marksman. Provides insight into the act of long range shooting and subtly guides the users shots to find their mark.]

He handed the weapon over to Penguin. "This as you may be picking up from holding it, is a Deadeye's Rifle. It contains the consciousness of an expert marksman. It guides the shots of it's user and teaches them to shoot more effectively as a whole. They're training and homing weapons all in one. Aside from the rifle I have four sub machine guns, two assault rifles, and three pistols of the same product line in that box." I grinned behind my mask. "Of course, ten is just the tip of the iceberg, so to speak. I'm the only one who can make these."

Penguin leveled the rifle at the wall and put a round through the eye of one of the paintings with a low whistle. "Well. That is certainly and interesting little trinket. I can't say I'm not intrigued. But I do have a few concerns. How many people will you be selling these excellent weapons to? How much will you be charging? And most importantly, what makes you so sure I won't just lock you up and force you to make them for me alone. You ARE by yourself in the middle of my territory."

I chuckled, completely unworried. "Because we are men of substance, Mr. Cobblepot. I trust not only your reputation, but your intelligence. I'd have to be an idiot to walk in here without some form of insurance. As for the rest of it, I'm not an unreasonable man. I came he fully willing to negotiate." I mentally apologized to the girls waiting for me outside, I suspected this was going to take a while. But hey, business before pleasure.

as per usual pat-reon has the advanced chapters equaling another 10k words at that site /malcolmtent