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Coffee with Zee was a blast. She was just a cool chick to hand around with, and she really loved her magic stuff. She could talk about it for hours, and between my senses and my normal charming personality I made decent progress with the sexy sorceress. We agreed to meet for breakfast in a day or two, but sadly I had to cut things short because of my dinner plans. One does not flake on Maxwell Lord, unfortunately. Waylon kept his distance, though I'm pretty sure Zee noticed him, even if she didn't mention it.

Once I said my goodbyes I flopped into the back seat and had Waylon drive us home. Now that I had a bodyguard there was no reason for me to drive myself. I groaned as I laid in the back seat with no seat belt, arm over my eyes. "Ugh. Dinner with my dad is so exhausting. I have to second guess everything I say, third guess everything he says, and then figure out what he actually wanted me to take away from the conversation afterwards because he'd never direct about anything."

Waylon chuckled. "He can't be that bad boss. Plus that magician girl had a fantastic body, so you have to be in a good mood after flirting with her for a few hours." Which was a fair point, but since I'd made about zero progress my mood was less uplifted than one would expect. I texted Dinah, not about a booty call but just to check in. I knew there was no way she knew about the baby this soon but I was feeling...protective.

I also texted Barbie. She'd been poking around some of her leads lately and I hadn't seen her in a bit. I was hoping for another sparring session sometime soon, and I missed that hot little pussy. That girl fucked like a rodeo champion. Whisper had her ears out for potential leads and I was still waiting on a response from the Calculator on where Roy Harper was. With all of that double checked sadly I was out of things to distract me from my impending family dinner.

When we pulled into the garage I sent Waylon ahead to his room and made my way up to dining room on my own.

Unfortunately when I arrived I realized that while I had the good taste not to bring my bodyguard my old man hadn't extended me the same courtesy. The severe looking woman standing behind my fathers chair gave me a measured look as I came inside. I just rolled my eyes. "Fantastic, Sasha is here. Bit paranoid to bring your attack dog to dinner with your own son, don't you think pop?" I sat down across from my father, tucking a napkin into my collar to cover my tie.

Games at Lord family dinner's began on entry, and making the opening move was a new experience for me. My father thought the same thing because he raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You were of course free to bring your new hire with you. Miss. Bordeaux had been a loyal and capable assistant to me, I'm sure I would be lost without her." He turned to smile at the stoic woman. "Would you care to join us for dinner Sasha?"

I nodded he head to concede him that one. Having her as a guard makes you look weak? Make her a dinner guest. She sneered at me and sat down in a chair she fetched from a dining closet. My dad's bodyguard was a frigid bitch at the best of times, and we'd never gotten along. I didn't trust her after her less than sterling exit from Bruce Wayne's service, and she thought I was a spoiled brat. Which to be fair I was, but fuck her, bodyguards should be seen and not heard. She'd been with the old man for almost half a decade now though so we were used to each other even if we didn't like having to get that way.

My father snapped his fingers and an honest to gods chef came out of the next room pushing a dining cart. He had the hat and the coat and everything, and when he stopped in from of us and took the silver cover off the platter I had to stifle an eye roll. The eye roll came anyway when I saw the third plate on the platter, proving my dad had been expecting my jab about his bodyguard and had prepared for this exact situation. It was just as annoying being around him as I remembered.

At the very least the her encrusted rack of lamb and garlic mashed potatoes that were for dinner tonight smelled amazing. He gestured for me to start eating, and when I did so he began to speak. "I've been following your recent movements with interest Nicholas, well, some of them. You seem to be illusive at the worst times, but I've managed to piece together a rough timeline of your movements. Getting in contact with that fence, moving on to the Religion of Crime of all things, then getting in bed with Cobblepot. Not to mention seducing Jim Gordon's darling daughter. You've been...ambitious."

I froze with a fork halfway to my mouth for a split second but I forced myself to keep going, acting completely natural. My father took a bit of his own lamb, giving a delighted hum of approval before continuing. "Don't get me wrong Nicky, I approve wholeheartedly. Granted you've made some rash moves, but being able to conceal a good portion of your whereabouts from me over the last few days even when I looked into it is impressive. I'm...dare I say it, proud of you. However, I would be remiss if I didn't ask why? Why the change of heart? Why the sudden interest in the family business?"

So he didn't know much. Didn't know about the system, and knowing him he was probably less than sure about most of the things he said. This was fishing. I needed to make sure he caught something small and worthless so he didn't fish up my bigger secrets. I had no fucking clue how that mask worked but however it managed to "conceal my secrets" it was incredibly impressive. It seemed to work partially even when I wasn't wearing it, somehow sealing any information regarding my Mammon persona.

I kept my face neutral, because I had zero idea how much he knew, so I tried to feel him out a bit. "I was approached by my current...business partner. A masked scientist named Mammon. He gave me access to some unique artifacts and before I knew it I was neck deep in all this. I know you've moved out of the supervillain life...or at least I think you have since I haven't seen you trying to kill Superman on the news or engaging in your usual criminal foreplay with Wonder Woman."

Keeping contrary thoughts out of my mind was a difficult trick to pull when talking about my secrets, but my mental control certainly came in handy here. Judging by his expression he was at least partly buying it. I was just glad I'd made sure years ago he really didn't have cameras around here, it would have been a disaster. He gave me a level look and then nodded to Sasha, who got up to close and lock the door.

He steepled his fingers. "You're right. I haven't been in the villain game in a while. I've been...otherwise occupied. You've noted my espionage skill set and I know you suspect me of being a spy. You could say that, I suppose, though perhaps calling me a spymaster is a better term. I work for a government funded espionage organization called Checkmate. In my capacity as the Black King I direct their operations."

I raised an eyebrow. "As much as I would like to think you're getting ready to induct me into your order and pass me the keys to the kingdom that isn't your style. You aren't the type to give something like that away. So...why? Why tell me any of this? Am I being pressed into service as an agent? Do I get the old 'join up or die speech'? Because while I don't expect familial warmth exactly I always figured you drew the line at actively forcing me to work for you?"

He chuckled. "Boy, if I cared as little about you as you seem to think you would have been an agent of mine before you could walk. You think some random offspring I don't care about could get away with spending the better part of the last years as a useless layabout. No, I'm not offering you the keys to the kingdom, but I am offering a foot in the door. You've proven yourself at least competent enough not be dismissed. I came back to town to handle a little...issue, but I think you might be just the man for the job."

That was...surprising. But I let him go on. "There's been a recent rash of home invasions and assaults in Gotham's Cherry Hill district. We aren't sure WHY this is happening, but whoever is doing it is paving the way for a relatively stealthy business venture to start buying up run down houses in an attempt to gentrify the area. There have been...rumblings, that the influence at work might have some relation to a UK counterpart to Checkmate called Spyral. Either as an agent or a potential recruit."

That wasn't what I'd been expecting. "So...what? You want me to track down a team of thugs beating up poor people so they can but property to flip to rich people? Because I'll be honest, that had a much less grand destiny sort of vibe than you seemed to be pushing a minute ago." But that wasn't what he wanted, and I knew it. I wasn't sure why he was telling me this exactly, but I knew what he wanted me to do with the information.

He rolled his eyes. "Don't be petulant. You know what I'm proposing. You're eighteen now, you've been investing in your own business. I want you to find out who is making moves in Cherry Hill and dispose of them. Make sure Spyral can't get a foothold in the US, but more importantly, stake your claim on the area. Show me this new leaf isn't just a flight of fancy, and I'll give you access to Checkmate as an agent. Nothing too restrictive, but if you're half the man I think you are you'll be more than capable of using the resources available to accrue much more power than you could manage on your own."

I wasn't so sure about that, but with my own abilities and the tricks I had up my sleeve I could use an organization like Checkmate to great advantage. It would put me on a global scale of operation much sooner than expected. It would let me find the kidnappers and deprive them of their ill gotten gains, and it would let me move around the League more easily without having to worry so much about the power disparity, at least assuming they were as scary as the old man made out. "I won't commit to anything before I know what's going on, but I'll look into it."

He gave an approving nod, flashing a sharklike smile. "Spoken like a true Lord. As mentioned we only have rumblings of what's being planned or who is involved, but I was able to suss out at least a tiny bit of information on the person operating the gang of thugs." He took another bite, savoring the lamb and then chasing it with a fork full of potatoes and a sip of wine. He loved to draw things like this out to be dramatic. When he finished he dabbed his napkin at his mouth before finally deigning to address me. "Apparently the group works for a figure calling themselves 'Knightfall.' "

January 11th 2016 Lord Mansion 10:00 AM EDT

I got through the rest of dinner with minimal interaction, and the old man allowed it. I imagined he knew I was deep in thought and wanted to let me percolate. After I went to sleep I woke up and immediately called Barbie. She picked up pretty quickly. "Hey Nicky, what's up?" Not in costume then, she never used real names in costume. Which reminded me that I wanted her to bring that over. I really wanted to fuck Batgirl.

I mulled over trying to be sneaky, but in the end I decided this played into my whole recovering bad boy image. "What do you know about the name Knightfall?" I'd texted Whisper about it too, but in terms of Gotham nonsense Barbie was kind of my resident expert. If anyone knew about a group of thugs smashing up houses in Cherry Hill it would be her.

There was a brief pause before her voice became level. "Where did you hear that name?" Her voice was intense, and I knew I'd called the right person. She knew who or what Knightfall was, which meant I was a step closer to finding it. When I didn't answer she growled. "Damn it Nicky I need to know. Knightfall is bad news, if you're mixed up with them I need to know how so I can keep you safe."

I was slightly touched by that. The issue was I couldn't just tell her about Checkmate, she would go poking into them and then get herself killed, unless I ordered her not to and then she would probably trip Batman's detection net or whatever, most likely on purpose. "I've been thinking about trying to get into the business sector. I have some cash saved up that I've gotten from dad over the years and I recently started looking into Cherry Hill as a spot to invest. Some of the older houses out there would be perfect to renovate and rent. But my sources say something fishy is going on with all the places we're trying to buy."

Lucky the old man was rich, because explaining the million plus I had in my account would be difficult if he wasn't. Still, I had to check things out and having Barbie along would be convenient protection, plus I could have some fun. "I'm heading down there with my bodyguard today actually. It's morning so I doubt they'll be lurking around, and my security guy is top notch anyway."

Barbie choked. "What!? Absolutely not Nicky! Going to a place where a known supervillain gang has been assaulting people for something you are currently doing is beyond stupid." I just sat there without responding. "You can't go." I said nothing. Barbie's voice became exasperated. "Please don't go?" Still no response. She let out an annoyed sigh. "Would you like some company for your trip Nicky?" Her voice was faux cheerful when she said the last part, having clearly given up on getting me to stay home.

I chuckled at that. "Why Barbie, I would love company. On one condition. Bring your costume. I'm sure you won't need it for the actual trip since I'm just planning to scout things out, but I'm going to fuck you in it for the first time tonight." I heard her breath hitch through the phone and grinned. "I'm going to take pictures too. I winder if I can get them framed. Images of a drooling Batgirl leaking cum from her demolished holes in nothing but her cowl. Doesn't that sound like a pretty picture?" I was planning to send one to Dinah too, she would fucking love it.

Her voice was husky when she responded. "Yes daddy. It sounds wonderful. But I'm bringing lube this time. Daddy's fat cock ruined my poor little asshole last time." I felt myself get hard within seconds, Barbie's asshole was the stuff dreams were made of, I wondered how it would feel all lubed up for me. Her horny reverie was seemingly broken however, when her voice snapped back to normal, taking on a confused tone. "Wait, what bodyguard."

I grinned. "You'll meet him when you get to my house." Then I hung up. I checked in with Whisper, who had been snooping around about Knightfall, but got nothing. The group was apparently a recent arrival to the city, so she wasn't able to find out much. She offered me some fun time with that fat ass next time I was free, but I had to turn her down for the moment. I wanted to bring her along on this but while Waylon was completely different than Killer Croc and was functionally unrecognizable, Whisper still looked pretty much the same after her changes and Barbie WOULD know her.

I stopped in to see Waylon to warn him about Barbie. "Barbara Gordon is going to be coming here, she's going with us down to Cherry Hill in Gotham. We're looking into some thugs down there that are chasing off potential buyers, of which I am now one. They're heavies from what I can tell so suit up." I turned to leave then stopped. "Also Barbie is Batgirl, obviously tell no one I told you that, but I figured you should know. She might find you familiar but she won't be able to recognize you as you are so if you get a vibe just ignore it."

Waylon raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Batgirl boss? What are you doing hangin' around her?" I turned to give him and a look. He grinned. "Ah, I get you. Nice one boss." He waggled his eyebrows. "She's a little cutie that one, plus she's got a tight little ass." It was fun to have someone to brag to about the fact that I was deep dicking a superheroine. I hadn't really been able to mention it to anyone else.

Now it was my turn to grin. "Trust me Waylon. You have NO idea." He burst out laughing at that and I walked out chuckling, leaving him to get ready for her arrival. I glanced longingly up towards my room where I was keeping my costume. I really needed to get some defensive items that were less distinct. At one hundred and one thousand points I could easily make a single F ranked item without really denting my reserves. I had some interesting ideas for how to do it too.

That would need to wait for later however, I needed some supplies for my idea. Until then I decided to make breakfast while I waited for Barbie. I wasn't a great cook, and honestly the waffles I made turned out mediocre. So I cheated. I burned some points to make a few I rank waffles and bacon, as well as some I rank syrup. I noted a marked bump in quality. Not like world class food but high end restaurant fare at least, which fit well with what I had experienced from the system in the past.

From what I could tell J rank was average trash, I rank was high end normal without being absolute peak. H was above human max and with something special about it, but it also had a fairly wide range, and that got even more murky from there. Still, the ability to make delicious food, even if I was cheating, was useful as hell. I made three plates, one for me, one for Waylon, and one for Barbie, since the old man was gone already when I woke up this morning. He never was one to linger.

Finally I got a text from Barbie that she was here. I messaged her to come up from the garage, making sure to get Waylon and bring him down for breakfast before she showed up just so I could moderate that first meeting. When she showed up her eyes were all for me though. Hair pulled back into a ponytail and a pair of capris and a blue sweater that matched her bright blue eyes she smiled as she came in. I gestured to her plate and she walked over to sit down. "Thanks, I hadn't eaten yet and I'm starving."

She took a bite, moaning at the taste. "Damn you're a good cook. This is almost as good as Alfred's." I had no clue who that was but since I had just used frozen waffles and reality bending magic to cheat I would take the compliment. She turned to look at Waylon. "So this is the bodyguard huh. He's a big one. But then again you can be a pain in the ass so it would make sense you would need someone imposing."

She didn't recognize him, which made sense because how could she possibly as a normal person a full foot and a half shorter than he was as Croc. He greeted her tersely and I saw her brow furrow a bit at his voice, so I distracted her. "Ignoring the fact that you seemed to enjoy it plenty the last time I was a pain in your ass, if we're doing this you should probably tell me what you know about Knightfall. person, place, thing, multi level marketing scheme? I'm working on almost no details here."

She flicked her eyes to me with a blush, and I felt a spike of desire at my words as her hand strayed to a bag she'd set down next to the chair that I was sure contained her costume and the lube I was going to use on her. She cleared her throat. "Person, from what I can tell. Knightfall is part of the reason I haven't been able to make more progress on the kidnappings. They've been making moves all over Cherry Hill, and I've been playing catch up. I reached out to some contacts on the way over, and I found out the old Caruthers estate is up for sale they're almost definitely going to send someone to hit it."

That was better info than I had. I finished eating and Barbie and I talked plans while Waylon wolfed down his breakfast. The big man was well over normal strength even in his human form and he ate more than most to make up for it. Of course he was much stronger in his serpent form, but that didn't do us much good with Barbie around. I doubted we would see anyone who could threaten Waylon in his normal form though so it was a moot point. Once we finished we headed down to the garage to pick a car.

I decided on a limo this time instead of the town car. Waylon climbed in the front to drive us and Barbie and I got in the back. She raised an eyebrow. "So, why the limo? Because normally my missions are a bit more undercover than this. Granted they're on the lookout for buyers so this might not be a bad idea, but we could have used a sports car or something"

I grinned at her. "Because on the way back, I'm going to fuck you in here. But since you brought it up, that does bring up a bit of a flaw in my plans. We don't have anything to do until we get there." I reached down and unbuttoned my pants, letting my hardening cock flop out. "I wonder if you can think of something to keep us busy." She rolled her eyes, but I saw them darting back to my dick despite her best efforts.

I raised an eyebrow. "Well? This thing ain't gonna suck itself." She licked her lips and got up, heading over to get started, but I held up a hand. "Wait. Put on the cowl." She looked ready to argue since I hadn't used the mark, but I clicked a button. The doors and windows clicked and the divider locked in place alongside them. She frowned but reached into the bag, pulling out her mask, as she looked up at me through it my cock hardened to the point that I could barely believe it. As she ran her little pink tongue down my length I grinned. "Good. Now suck my dick Batgirl."

January 11th 2016 Cherry Hill 11:00 AM EDT

The battle for best cocksucker raged on once more. Blowing down Barbie's fantastic throat in that sexy little mask was definitely enough to put her back in the lead over Whisper. Despite her serpentine gifts my little viper was only marginally better than Barbie at fellating me to begin with and that mask made me cum twice as hard as normal in the redheads pretty little mouth.

She sucked me off three times on the way to the Caruthers estate, and I finally had to make her tap out. She popped off me with a saucy grin and I rolled my eyes. "Are you trying to wear me out before we fuck so I won't be able do you as hard? Or do you just enjoy being a good girl for me." She blushed in a way that made me unsure about which it was but I waved it off for now. "Anyway, I can put up a down payment for this place even if I can't buy it outright, but are you sure Knightfall will be here waiting?"

She pulled her mask off and shoved it back in the bag, running a brush through her hair. "This is the biggest estate in Cherry Hill. It's been in a trust in the family for generations slowly falling apart, and the owner only recently died. It's literally the perfect spot to hit, and you aren't the only potential buyer. The realtor will be showing the next potential buyer around in an hour or two. Between me, your big ass bodyguard, and your own chemically enhanced strength, we should be able to defend ourselves, but this is JUST recon."

I wanted to learn more myself so I wasn't opposed to some recon. I just nodded amicably. We climbed out of the limo, Waylon opening the doors for us as we emerged into the overgrown yard of a very large and very run down manor house. I was...intrigued. I'd been planning to buy this place for the rental value, but having my own digs would give me more privacy to work on my merges and besides I had some ideas for sprucing the place up. Not to mention if I was going to do business in Cherry Hill it might be prudent to have a base of operations.

Still, that was hardly relevant at the moment, we headed inside to check around the house to try to find a place to keep an eye out for Knightfall and co. Barbie kept her voice low. "I've arranged a call to the realtor to cancel the showing last minute, so no one will be in any actual danger. This is strictly a mission to suss out what kind of group Knightfall is running and what kind of muscle they've got. Proper preparation is key in things like this." Her voice was sharp and her eyes were serious. I found the whole Batgirl person, which I assumed this was, to be a huge turn on.

A sardonic voice echoed down from the ceiling above us. "Oh, I agree. It's always prudent to be prepared." We all jumped. Even I jumped. Whoever this person was they were sneaky. Not Jade level sneaky, since they were also like two hundred feet away from me, but still, it took some stealth training to sneak up on me. I looked around but couldn't see anyone. Someone had used some kind of speaker trick or something to broadcast their voice. Their female voice.

As the voice echoed out a door upstairs opened and a large woman came out. She was pretty imposing, in kind of a sexy way. Her hair was long and pulled into a tail and she was even taller than me at six foot six. Her impressive abs were on display as she grinned down at us nastily. Meanwhile the voice just kept talking. "I knew if I set the right bait whoever has been tracking me would show up. Barbara Gordon huh?"

The voice switched to a different set of speakers. "The commissioners darling baby girl, running around with scum like Max Lord's criminal spawn. How scandalous." I rolled my eyes. I was hoping she would show herself. I could just use my appraise and get her identity. Sadly she wasn't taking chances. I was guessing she wasn't powered up like her henchwoman, and was hesitant to engage before knowing how strong we were. Which was smart, but it also meant she was confident in her abilities.

I personally didn't want to tip my hand when this bitch probably wasn't even in the house so I gave Waylon the nod. He grinned his own vicious show of teeth and cracked his neck. Barbie looked ready to step in but I held her back. "Waylon is tougher than he looks. He'll be fine." I was really hoping he would anyway. He was stronger than human normal in his current state, but he would need to really cut loose and let Fafnir out to hang with any real heavies. I just kind of hoped this woman wasn't one. I gave my bodyguard an order. "Don't show off. Just keep it simple."

He chuckled, clearly getting my meaning and not thinking he would need to cut loose to handle her. "It's fine boss. I can take her. I'll enjoy it too. She's just my type." He raised an eyebrow. "Hey girlie, you in the market? Because I'd be happy to show a woman like you a good time, and I promise every part of me is just as big as the whole package." I snickered a bit while Barbie rolled her eyes, but I let him have his fun. I wasn't in to muscle girls anyway, and if Waylon got her into bed it would save me money on those hookers I offered.

She stepped up to the banister and climbed over like she was climbing into a ring and then dropped the twenty or so feet down into a crouch, cracking the floor. I winced in annoyance. I was still planning to buy this place. Waylon strolled forward casually and I began to get a bad feeling. Stronger than human he might be and he had that bulletproof suit, but this woman was coming across as a legit bruiser. I needed to get Barbie out of here so my bodyguard could cut loose.

The woman smirked at my approaching bodyguard. "I don't fuck weaklings big boy. You want this pussy you better pin me down and take it. If you think you're man enough." Waylon walked slowly, unhurriedly. My bodyguard walked slowly, unhurriedly, and when he got close enough he blitzed in to tackle her. At which point she stopped him. Cold. Which was...bad. I used my mark to non verbally order Waylon to get her out of the room. There were obviously cameras in here, but there was no way they wired the whole place short notice.

I turned to Barbie, lowering my voice. "Waylon's wearing a high tech suit I got from Mammon, it'll blunt the damage, but she's obviously a meta and I'm not sure how long he can hold out. Get out to the limo, there's a laptop out there you can use to trace the signal of whoever is using these speakers." She hesitated but I put on a stern face. "Waylon is a pro, he can hold on, but not forever. You need to go end this so we can get that lead, or any damage he takes is for nothing. I promise I'll stay out of it."

She looked torn, but finally nodded and leaned in to kiss me hard. "Don't you dare get hurt." She turned to the fight, where the woman had Waylon in a full nelson and was ramming his face into a column. He ricocheted off, stumbling into her and getting her a step closer to the door to the next room. I winced. Barbie looked torn but then looked up at the speakers and bolted from the room. Once she was gone I waited, training my enhanced senses on her retreating form.

Once she was far enough that I knew I'd hear her come back I turned to the fight, giving my own nasty grin. He'd gotten her out of the room with the cameras, i could hear them focusing so I knew the speaker voice couldn't see them anymore."Waylon. You have five minutes. You can stop playing with your food." The woman smirked at me, her obvious scoff turning into a wide eyed stare as the formerly seven foot bruiser in her grip shifted into a spike covered ten foot reptilian behemoth. She tried to open her mouth to speak but was cut off by a massive scaled fist smashing into her jaw and sending her sailing across the room.

She smashed into the wall and I winced. "Try not to demolish the house please." I called. "I'm still planning to buy the place and I don't have enough in savings to rebuild it completely." Waylon bared his teeth in a bloodthirsty smile as he nodded his assent and walked over to where the woman was rising. I'll give her this, she was fucking tough. I wouldn't have gotten up from that blow, and she didn't even seem, bruised.

Waylon reached down to grab a leg, his single hand fully encircling her entire fucking calf, and then he started smashing her into the ground. In his defense he was keeping the smashes in one specific place, so it wasn't damaging my floors too much, but still, it was going to fuck up my property values. Oh well, if it got messed up before I bought it I could just try to get them to lower the price.

I was lucky this had been a rush job or we would have blown Waylon's cover. I walked out of view of the cameras and up to the battle worn up pair and gestured for Waylon to stop. I knelt down next to the dazed but miraculously mostly unharmed woman. She looked a little bruised but was mostly fine. Jesus she could take a beating. "What's your name." I mostly asked to find out what she would tell me. I knew her name of course.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Sally Sarasota- G rank. A former pro wrestler whose daughters were run down by a drunk driver, Sally took the law into her own hands, tying the driver to her bumper and dragging him through the street. This resulted in her incarceration, during which time she was experimented on with an incomplete super soldier serum, transforming her into a meta human who now operates as a subordinate of Knightfall under the name Bonebreaker.]

The issue was that I didn't know who Knightfall was still. She glared up at me defiantly, refusing to answer.. I took out a small capsule, a spare medication from my little pill making frenzy when I was designing Eros and Psyche. I broke the pill under her nose and she slumped down, unconscious. Luckily her physical enhancements didn't do shit against H rank knockout pills. I only had one of those though so I'd need to make good use of it.

I turned to Waylon. "Shift back and hide her. We'll tell Barbie she escaped. Avoid the room behind me, there's cameras. I'll text one of my other associates to come and get her. She should be able to make it here before we leave." Whisper was pretty close, and I could fuck Barbie in the limo to keep her here longer. I texted her to come get the bruiser. Waylon shifted back and looked down at her morosely.

I rolled my eyes at my bodyguard as I helped him pick her up and move her somewhere to hide her for Whisper. "Oh calm down. She's all yours. Based on what she said before the fight she'll probably be down to fuck you just because you won. Though she might prefer her sex a little scaly given how durable she is." He blinked at that and I just smirked.

We headed back out to the limo, telling Barbie that the woman escaped and then Waylon climbed back in the front and I locked the doors and partition. I fished my cock out again with a grin, looking at Barbie hungrily. "Now, get in costume bat slut. Daddy's gonna make you squeal."

January 11th 2016 Cherry Hill 12:00 PM EDT

Barbie was out of her clothes and in costume within a minute. Well, most of her costume. She had on the boots, cowl, cape, utility belt and crouched on the seat across from me her soaking cunt exposed, with only a trimmed landing strip above it to highlight how naked she was. I grinned at her. "Gods, you're a hot little slut aren't you? Did sucking my cock in your mask get you excited?"

She nodded, her modest tits heaving as she breathed raggedly from lust. I fished out my phone. "Spread your cunt bat slut." She reached down but I thought better of it. "Wait, stop." She did. "I want to use your brand. I can use it to fuck you better, but I'm going to give you a safe word. Say batty if I go too far. Unless you say it that ass is mine. Understood?" Another nod. "Good, now spread your cunt." She reached down and pried her lips open, exposing her pink pussy. I held up my phone, and hit record. "Tell me what you are."

Her cunt was dripping from excitement. "I'm your bat slut daddy. This dirty little pussy is all for you." I fished my cock out, beginning to stroke myself and nodding for her to keep going. "I like to pretend to fight crime, but I'm just keeping this pussy tight for daddys big fat cock. He needs his little hole nice and snug." I sped up my jerking off a bit, not full speed but stroking a bit faster.

I licked my lips, pulse pounding. "I'm going to send this to Dinah. Do you have any messages for her?" I knew my baby mama to be would get so fucking wet watching some little teen slut use herself on my cock. Plus making her humiliate herself might put my blonde at ease of about the redhead stealing me away. Dinah could be so self conscious, it was the way I fucked her after all. She opened her mouth, but I cut her off. You aren't allowed to stop until I say by the way. That's an order."

She nodded, sitting there crouched with her cunt spread for me. "This pussy is daddys favorite. He doesn't need you when he can get his dick in this grade A piece of bitch." She was getting into her role, but sadly I was going to have to mix it up. I activated the Brand and with a new trick I'd just picked up I nonverbally ordered her to cum. "FUCK!" Her cunt fountained pussy juice all over the back of the limo from where she had it spread. "I..I'm made for daddy's fat co-" Another orgasm command. "Oh fuck daddy yes. Fuck you use me so good."

She took a shuddering breath. I grinned maliciously. "That cunt looks nice and warmed up. Climb on slut." Her eyes widened in joy and she bolted across the limo, but as soon as she moved I hit her with another orgasm, she squealed and fell on her face, getting up only to face plant again when her cunt spasmed at my order once again, her legs refusing to work. I hit her with a few more, leaving her twitching there until I grabbed her and hoisted her up onto my lap facing out.

I slid my arms behind her knees and locked them behind her neck. "Hold this." I handed her my phone and she took it with weak fingers. She held it but didn't adjust at all, and I pulled back to slap her bubbly ass. "Hold it up so she can see, slut." She did, arms weak but compelled to obey, and I locked my arms behind her neck before slamming her cunt down my shaft. She screamed in a sort of brutal joy as I bottomed out in her. "I think you were rude to Dinah. If I'm daddy then Dinah is mommy. Apologize to mommy slut."

I slammed her back down on my cock, almost groaning at the rippling cunt flesh rolling down me like a condom. Fuck that was good pussy. Barbie gave a shuddering cry of ecstasy. "I'm...I'm sorry mommy, I was a ba-" I lifted and slammed her again. "-aAd girl. Daddy's gonna punish me so good mommy, daddys gonna fuck the bad girl out of his dirty bat slut." I started bouncing her on my dick over and over each slam running her tight sucking pussy down my shaft and slamming the breath out of her.

I chuckled at the phone. "See Dinah, you were actually worried about this little whore." I flexed my will and Barbie creamed my cock, screaming in joy as her body shook, the hot tightness of vice like twat clutching desperately at me as I dragged her off me. "She's not a threat to you. She'll do anything you say. Won't you slut? You gonna be good for mommy?"

She squealed in broken joy "FUCK YES DADDY! Gods I'll be so fucking good m0mmy I promise, I'll suck your fat tits or lick your hot pussy, I'll even eat that fat milfy ass mommy just please make daddy keep going, make him give your little girl this fat daddy dick all fucking day!" I felt my cock jerk at that and Barbie's grin went manic. "You like that daddy? You want your little bat slut to eat some milf asshole?"

I fucked into her harder, feeling her already prime pussy get even tighter as I pounded. God I fucking loved this. She'd do anything I said, and not because of the Brand, I'd given her an out, this bitch was crazy for my fucking cock. She was cackling with joy as I railed her little twat. "FUCK YES, GET IT DADDY, GET THAT FUCKING PUSSY, GET YOUR FUCKING NUT IN MY FUCKING BAT HOLE, PAINT MY DIRTY INSIDES BRIGHT WHITE!" She started shoving her hips back to meet me desperate to get me deeper inside her.

I grunted in her ear. "You like that fucking cock, slut?" I let her go suddenly, dropping her on my dick as she screeched in surprise and leaned back folding my arms behind my head. "Then why am I the one doing all the work. Ride my cock bat slut." She scrambled to plant her hands on the floor of the limo and both feet on either side of my legs shoving herself up to the tip and then dropping back down with a grunt. I slapped her sweet little ass. "I said ride it bitch not take it for a walk."

She threw the phone to the side, which was fine because I wasn't stupid enough to send that until Dinah knew the truth anyway, I'd take some after pics for my milf to be, but for now I wanted this redheaded whore to work my fucking dick. I activated the Brand, this time speaking aloud. "Fuck me as hard as you can until you can't go anymore." I saw the orange symbol above her bubbly little ass light up and then...I was in a fucking hurricane.

Fat little ass cheeks bouncing, thighs working, abs clenching, her whole body a machine dedicated to taking my dick. She wasn't dirty talking now, she wasn't talking at all, she was emitting a sort of joyful keening wail as her tight little ass flew up and down my cock like a fucking rocket. I was slapping her cheeks on the fucking upstroke as she worked my cock. This was surreal. She was literally pushing her body to the fucking limits, beyond in some ways, her pussy was flexing and stroking to the point of almost jerking me off independent of her blurring hips fucking me.

I cackled, watching that bubbly ass twerk under her cape as she rode me into oblivion. I planted my feet and curled my toes, even my iron body control was straining as I tried to hold back the load churning in my balls. "Fuck yes, getting close slut, come on, move that ass, get my nut prove you deserve this dick!" I was maybe getting into her narrative a bit but fuck this felt good.

Barbie's voice came back as she rode. "Do it daddy! Blow that load in me, finish it, fill me with that hot cum, fuck me stupid! FUCK I LOVE THIS! Get that pussy! Turn my brain off with that fat fucking cock!" I couldn't take it anymore, I grabbed her and threw her down on floor of the limo, not bothering to contradict my earlier order as I pinned her to the floor of the shaking car and fucked her.

Her body hurled itself back and forth trying to fuck me as best she could and her fucking magic pussy was working me as good as ever. As I did I spotted the bag she'd grabbed her things from, and bottle of lube she brought, and I grinned. I grabbed the bottle and squirted a bunch on my fingers, shoving them up her asshole and spreading the lube around before I pulled back and SHOVED my whole cock in her ass.

She screamed and I groaned at the suddenly much tighter grip on my dick before I started pounding into her for real. I let the fucking compulsion to fuck me back drop as I pounded her sweet little ass, replacing it with instructions to cum. Then cum again. And again. Her cunt was squirting all over the floor under her jerking body, soaking the knees of my pants as she fucking flooded the limo with girlcum.

I sent the order I sent to Whisper when we fucked, to cum from every erogenous zone at once, and her body locked up, her asshole milking the shit out of me. I was pretty sure Whisper had come and gotten Bonebreaker and gone, so I was fine to finish, but she was so fucking good on my dick like this. She was screaming, her eyes rolling up, but she wasn't passing out like Whisper did. My bat slut could fucking take it.

I was getting closer with every shove into her hot lubed up asshole. The greasy clenching ring of muscle stroking down my dick spasming with every shove was fucking heaven, and finally, I couldn't hold back any more and with a roar I unloaded into her ass. Spurt after spurt shot into her asshole is it fluttered and gripped at my cock, and I swear I sat there cumming for a full minute before I finally slumped down on top of her, giving her permission to stop cumming.

I reached out with my senses from Eros and Psych and almost yelped. She was literally so overheated with desire I couldn't take making contact. I'd temporarily fried her. Nothing serious, I could tell, but she was definitely out of it. I lifted her up and set her on the seat, grabbing my phone and ending the video recording. My phone was a burner I'd upgraded with the system so it wouldn't be found, but in the end I deleted it. I did pull of her costume and take some pics of her drooling well fucked body in all her naked civilian glory to send to Dinah.

Then I texted Whisper checking if she was gone, and when she confirmed I texted Waylon to take us home. I slumped back into the seat next to Barbie, looking at the mess we made with grinning triumph. That had been fucking exhausting, but gods was that girl a good around I had another thought and texted a cleaning service to clean out the limo. The thing was wrecked. After that I sat back to plan my next move. I'd let Waylon have some fun with Bonebreaker, a bit of aphrodisiac and she would break for him almost as easy as me, especially in his lizard form. With that settled I leaned back to take a nap. Fucking heroines was tiring.

January 11th 2016 Lord Mansion 2:00 PM EDT

Barbie was pretty much unconscious for the ride back to the house. Luckily she slept through Whisper getting Bonebreaker out, so the mission was accomplished. I woke her up when we got her home and then sent her on her way. She was too dazed to really argue, though she promised to look into things with Knightfall for me. Once she was gone I slipped into my costume, had Fafnir transform and arranged to meet Bonebreaker.

I'd had Waylon set her up in a storage room off the garage. Whisper was waiting for us when I headed down there and I nodded to my minions. "Good work you two. Waylon, this is Whisper. I have absolute faith in her. Whisper this is Waylon, or Fafnir when he's in this form. He's my bodyguard and right hand man. Now, what's the situation with our newest guest? Any developments?"

Waylon shook his head. "I stuck around with her until your girl showed up to make sure things went smooth, but whatever you gave her knocked her ass out. I don't know id whoever she was there working for gave up or just didn't bother coming, but whichever one it was no one tried to grab her back. He sounded a bit puzzled at that, which was understandable, the woman was a powerhouse and would be useful to anyone.

I however, was not. Her nature as a powerhouse was the very reason they left her behind. I shook my head wryly. "Her boss overplayed their hand. Sally in there is a grade A metahuman wrecking ball. Gotham, which is mostly known for human adjacent villains, probably doesn't have much in the way of threats for her. Knightfall got tunnel vision on the city and forgot there where bigger threats around. She sent her strongest fighter to bait that trap, and once she got taken down she had no one strong enough to save her."

We entered the room, where I found Bonebreaker tied to a chair. The ropes wouldn't hold of course, not if she was conscious. But they didn't need to. "Waylon break the bonds and get her in a full nelson. Lock your fingers behind her neck, because I'm going to wake her up and she's going to struggle. Don't take any chances, she used to be a wrestler." I reached into my pocked and took out a G rank pill I'd made upstairs just for this occasion by combining a few of the failed pills from the drugstore.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Salts of Ishtar- G rank. A powerful stimulant and aphrodisiac that puts the target in a state of frantic lust that they'll do anything to sate. desperate lust creates a state of extreme susceptibility. Slow building, lasts for twelve hours.]

Seeing what that girl's body could take I was glad I'd decided to give her to Waylon. I'm not sure I'd even survive twelve hours fucking that human sledgehammer. Still it was a nasty little piece of work. I got the idea for it from the pill that let you hallucinate all the time instead of ever having to sleep, but I went ahead and tweaked the design to make it stronger but shorter duration. Still, it had me down to a hundred thousand points and change, so it definitely wasn't cheap.

Waylon did as he was told, and I forced the pill down the hanging woman's throat. Even at six foot six, the ten foot Waylon had the girl hanging in the air in that full nelson, and I backed away as soon as the pill was in, gesturing for Whisper to do the same. I also made a note to get Waylon some pants for this form. When he shifted over his bulletproof suit survived in tatters but only barely, and a second shift had it almost ready to fall apart.

Bonebreaker gasped awake, the Salts stimulant factor waking her up out of her drug induced sleep. She flailed frantically, but with Waylon holding her like that she had no shot at getting loose. An experience wrestler can slip a full nelson when it's being performed, but once someone has you it's a bitch to get loose. She glared around at all of us, except Waylon who she couldn't really see.

It took a minute for her brain to reboot, and reaching out to touch her desires I felt a very subtle lust start to build. The pill was doing it's work. To help it along I guided that lust into a new developing fetish for captivity and submission, but I didn't speed it up. Slow build would work best here. I had a plan for how this would go. I was boiling the frog here, and by the time she realized what was going on she'd be too horny to resist talking if it meant getting the dick she needed.

She sneered when she saw me, but not out of recognition, just general rage and impotent disdain for anyone keeping her captive. Apparently she had a chip on her shoulder about being imprisoned. I was interested to see how that was going to conflict with her new bondage fetish. "Who the fuck are you supposed to be little man? A trick or treater?" She thrashed around. "And what the fuck is behind me. It feels like a wall or some shit, but I'm pretty sure it has a hard on against my ass."

I felt a slight rush of lust from her then that didn't come from me or the pill. Someone was a size queen, interesting. Waylon was covered by the struggling body of Bonebreaker, but if his size was proportionate this bitch was going to be a drooling mess by the time that twelve hours ended. Still, it was time to get started so I bowed deeply to the captive. "My name is Mammon. You met my associate earlier today, he was with another of my employees whom you tried to assault, and he took exception."

She smirked. "No shit? The big ass lizard guy? Well kudos on having someone like that working for you. So what's this about? I'm not gonna talk. So if you're going to torture me or some shit might as well get started. Nothing you do to me is going to make me say a word. But hey, if it gets you off you can try, not much works on me anyway. I've had some creative attempts. I think the closest I got to feeling it was when someone clamped jumper cables to my nipples and clit, but even that just felt like a really good vibrator."

That...was actually kind of an interesting idea. Now I wanted to see that. I forced myself to focus. "As interesting as that is, I'm not going to do anything to you. Just ask you some questions. If you don't want to answer you won't have to, and we'll just lock you in this room for the next day or two and then let you go." I couldn't help the smugness in voice. I could feel the desire building, she was slowly getting more excited, and I think she was just starting to realize something was happening.

But she already knew what would happen if she didn't talk, which was all I needed. Not being able to fuck was going to get more and more horrible as a thought until she finally caved, and the stimulant was just going to make it worse. She glared at me suspiciously. "Bullshit. No way you went to all this trouble just to let me go. You're up to something, but it doesn't matter. Ask your questions and f-fuck off." Her squirming was less to get free and more to get comfortable now. She couldn't sit still and her face was starting to redden.

I checked her desire with my ability. Building steadily. Good. I clapped my hands together once to initiate the conversation. "Well, then we better get started. Who is Knightfall? Where is Knightfall? Who else works for Knightfall and where are those people? Also what is Knightfall planning? That last once is mostly idle curiosity since I'm not going to let her actually pull it off." Those questions would be enough to give up the game though.

Bonebreaker just snorted. "Jokes on you fucker, I don't even know the answer to the first one, and the second won't be something I can tell you either, because no way they stayed in place after I got grabbed." Which was fair. Knightfall was obviously careful despite the overconfidence. That camera and speaker setup, while hastily done, was the mark of someone paranoid in their own way. Bonebreaker swallowed. "What...what's happening to me. I wasn't even this horny when I busted out of prison."

I chuckled. "Oh, that would be the aphrodisiac I gave you. Like I said Sally." She jumped and I chuckled again. "Oh yes, I know your name. If you don't talk we lock you in this room for the next few days. That lust you're feeling? It's basically nothing compared to how bad it's going to get. Of course, Waylon would love to help you out with that. You can feel that against your ass as you said earlier, and I'd love to give him a signing bonus with my little crew. He could have you all to himself."

Waylon shrugged. "Depends how good she is boss. If she's not worth a second fuck I wouldn't mind lending her out. At the very least you could really put it to her without worrying about her breaking." Contrary to what one might expect the idea of being lent out caused another flare of lust. That one hadn't been me, but it was interesting. I doubted anything would come of it soon though. Contrary to what he said Waylon was crazy pent up and Bonebreaker was the only woman he'd met recently that wouldn't break when he let loose.

Bonebreaker glared at us. "You think I'm just going to cave because I'm horny? You're idiots. I don't care how desperate I get I'll never talk. I have more self control than that." Her voice was shaking, which kind of undercut her statement, but it was a valiant effort nonetheless. She was squirming in place, and I went ahead and cranked that size queen fetish just a bit as she felt Waylon against her ass. Her eyelids fluttered a bit.

She swallowed hard. "Hell, it might be worse for you if I did tell you something." She took a shuddering breath. "Nothing important. Just the answer to one of your questions. You'd probably regret it." I blinked. That was...I counted. Anger, Denial, Bargaining, fuck she was going through the five stages of grief. Or the five stages of hornyness apparently but hey, I'd take it if it got me answers. I doubted the road to acceptance would be a short one, but I'd leave that to Waylon.

I decided that with the new submission fetish I could get her to flip after she got her brains fucked out. Hell my people could steal things for me...I blinked. I muttered aloud in a voice so low no one could hear it through the mask. "Hey Crassus, if he fucks her into submission will it still mark her for me?" Because if so I didn't need her to answer shit for me at the moment, plus I could make some cool shit from someone like her.

[Yeah, it counts as theft by proxy. At the very least she would pay for that pill you used on her.]

With a subvocal thanks I stepped forward. "Tell you what Sally. I'll be nice about this. All I need you to do is tell me how many there are. Counting you, how big is Knightfall's crew? If you give me a number I'll leave you and Waylon to your fun." I was pretty sure if she'd been rational she would have been suspicious, but since she was near out of her mind with lust she just jumped at the chance.

She held up three fingers, her teeth chattering too hard from pent up energy to speak. I laughed and grabbed Whisper by the hand. "Fair enough then. Waylon enjoy your fun, I'll stick around so don't worry about work, this bitch is going to be at it for hours so you'll be busy." He shot me a thankful grin and I pulled my redhead out of the room. Once we were out and the door was shut I slapped that fat ass to watch it jiggle. "Now, that put me in the mood, let's go upstairs and you can bounce that ass on your lord's cock." I'd get the answers from Bonebreaker after Waylon broke her. Which judging by the happy squeals from the room behind us would be more than accomplished by the time those twelve hours were up.