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January 14th 2016 Gotham City 7:00 PM EDT

Lady Shiva looked...pissed, but wary. Which was fair. I'd just burned the fucking mind out of her heavy hitter. With Devastation down no one could hang with Fafnir, which meant this little shitshow had decidedly tilted in my favor. Still, she had cards, and she played them. "We are but few of many, and Devastation is not the mightiest of our number. You do not wish to make an enemy out of my organization, Mr...?"

I swept into an elegant bow. "I am Mammon, purveyor of fine wares, and collector of beautiful things. Including, as it so happens, miss Nguyen over there. I'm afraid I can't give up the things I set my eye on, it's a matter of pride, but there is no need for us to be at odds. You simply wish to ensure her silence, yes? You can turn her over to me. I'll make sure she keeps her mouth shut, and should she cause you trouble, you need simply come back to deal with us both, since it would be so simple for you." I chucked mirthlessly. "You see...I too am but one of many." Lying seemed like the safe bet here, my image of wealth, status, and resources would lend credibility to my claims.

Her eyes narrowed. She didn't like that. She was angry that I was challenging her pride, but smart enough to hold herself back. I approved. She also had a nice fat pair of milfy tits under that tight red top, which I approved of even more. I added her to my mental list. She just sat there and glared, which was a problem, because Jade was playing along for now but if they pushed she might rabbit. Which would be annoying since I wanted to use this an opportunity to get her in a position to put a Brand on that candy ass of hers.

My best bet here was to assuage their pride. I believed them about not being the strongest, Jade was way too scared of these people for this to be it. If this was the whole crew she would have bolted and left me to hold them off. Her sister, who was apparently much smarter than most Leaguers, didn't say anything to interrupt my claim, which lent credence to my assumption that this was a very delicate situation.

I held up a hand. "We've gotten off on the wrong foot Miss Wu-San. I am a businessman, first and foremost, not a soldier. I may have reacted a bit harshly to your approach. I was nervous about your obvious skill and capability. I think, perhaps, this situation can still be salvaged. In ancient times, when one was lost, the one who ended their life would pay a blood price to their lord. A weregild. Perhaps I might compensate you for your loss. Would you be...amenable to such an arrangement?"

I was betting she would, it was a sap to her pride, not to mention it gave me something very special. A chance to test a theory. Jade was League of Shadows, she ran away but they still considered her theirs. If I paid the weregild for her and Devastation both, I'd essentially be BUYING her. It might be enough to Brand her without consent, similar to how I was able to Brand Roy by finding him when he was a popsicle. As I suspected, Lady Shiva looked...pensive. I was a genuine threat to her, but if she could turn this around then my ability would be testament to her own skill.

Lady Shiva was, from what I could tell, a kind of person I recognized. She was a lap dog. Oh she was one of the formal ones, to be sure, she had a 'code' and 'lived by the sword' but in her eyes I could see the cold and merciless resolve to do whatever it too to further the ends of her master. If dying would do that, she would fight us to the end, but if I could frame this in a way that benefited her and those she worked for, then she might get a treat, and all good dogs loved treats. So I offered her something shiny to bring back to her master for a pat on the head.

She nodded. "I will accept this tribute. You will pay for Devastation's life, and surrender the traitoress to us, and we will consider this matter settled. We may even approach you in the future to hear more about these...fine goods you purvey." Her voice was soft and even, but with my senses detecting the smugness and the pride behind it was child's play. She was practically monologueing about her victory to my eyes.

Ugh. I hated letting her think her shitbag bosses scared me. Sadly her shitbag bosses DID scare me, or at least made me wary, and this was the easiest way to get this done. "Disagree I offered weregild, but I didn't say it would be for Devastation alone. I'm paying for both of them. I want miss Nguyen for myself. I killed Devastation and was allowed to pay for her, so you can just consider Jade as dead to your organization." I saw the masked man, who had kept his mouth shut, tense at that. Boyfriend maybe, or a relative, based on the baby girl comment.

Lady Shiva's lips thinned, but she didn't say no. She stared impassively for a moment or two before she said. "Make your offering. We shall see if it is acceptable." I reached into my pockets and drew out a pair of stones. Big stones. One of them was a diamond, the other a ruby, and they were both the size of a box of matches. Unlike my other offerings at penguins club though. These were H rank stones. The peak of what you could find naturally. They were flawless and incredibly valuable.

Lady Shiva studied them calmly, but I saw her pupils dilate, and the pulse quicken in her throat. She knew what she was holding. I wasn't sure if she was just really familiar with gems but her reaction told me she was aware of the value. She nodded grudgingly. "Fine. We accept your weregild, the girl will be delivered to you. But this is not enough. This is an acceptable weregild for Devastation alone. We will collect a second pair of stones when we come to see your wares. Do not think to deprive us of our rightful due."

She snapped her fingers and the ninjas melted into the darkness, she and the masked man I remembered to appraise at the last second (Sportsmaster apparently, the girls father) turned and strode off into the trees, leaving Devastation's body behind. I nodded to Waylon, who strode over and picked the big woman's living corpse up. Artemis turned to glare at him, but I stepped into her line of sight. "We'll take care of her. Attempt to treat the damage. No one else will be able to manage."

That was a lie of course. I might be able to wake her up, but why bother when I could just merge her with someone I could actually use. I turned to Jade. "As for the debt you now owe me, I'll text you an address and we can meet to discuss it. I trust you won't run away, because without my protection you'll have to deal with them." I felt the mark blaze to life on her ass cheek and grinned under my mask. I was thrilled with how all of this had turned out. I turned to Roy. "I'm going then, are you willing to go with them?"

He glanced between them, then back to me. He was well aware I would have Whisper follow him regardless, but knowing the Artemis was League made this whole thing slightly more valid. I knew Roy had been Green Arrows little buddy, which at the same time meant he was probably the person Dinah had been mentioning looking for at the coffee shop the first day we met, and all of this was annoyingly complicated, but in general that wasn't my problem. Roy was going to head back to meet with his old crew, and since he couldn't talk about me because orders and his brain was protected it was fine.

He nodded. "I will. They seem like they're ok, and I want to try to find some of my friends. I appreciate the assist." I was personally enjoying how everyone was blatantly ignoring the fact that Roy just SPAT a bullet. I figured they assumed he'd been experimented on. I wonder if we could convince them The Reach had done it. It wouldn't hold up under scrutiny, but the Leaguers had a tendency to leap first and ask questions later. Regardless, Roy headed over to leave with the girls, and made a mental note to text Jade asap.

Once they were gone I turned to my people. "Alright folks, we're done for now. Waylon carry that comatose bitch to the car. I can use her for materials." I'd yet to try merging people with each other, but considering I could designate a primary and Devastation was brain dead now she was an ideal test subject. I considered who to merge her with. Whisper was out, I wanted to push her further down her evolutionary path to see how she would end up. I'd make more Arcadian Serpents to merge into her to push her closer to rank up without diluting her abilities.

I'd wanted to save Bonebreaker for a golem build, but I could always try that with someone else. I'd merge Devastation with her and see what came of it. If I lost her...well I'd get SOMETHING useful I was sure. Waylon wouldn't mind as long as she could still fuck, and I was sure she could. I wondered if she would even change physically. It would be good to have a better handle on what my system could do at least. I climbed into the back seat, Devastation went into the passenger side while Whisper and Bonebreaker climbed in beside me. Once we were on our way I took my phone out and texted Jade.

She got my address text and responded immediately. "Why would I meet you somewhere alone now that I have what I want?" Despite the content, I felt like she wasn't asking rhetorically. She genuinely wanted to know. I responded, telling her she owed me. She took a minute texting back. "What are you going to make me do to pay off that debt. Or should I say who?" Again, I got the sense that she wasn't upset, more amused.

I figured I had a Brand on that ass anyway so I could just make her cum until her brain broke if I needed to. Might as well be honest. "If you think I'm not going to be the one fucking you, you haven't been paying attention to anything I said." She didn't respond to that immediately, but I didn't need her to. "Meet me at that address, and don't wear underwear. Consider it a one time payment, once we finish you'll never see me again." That was obviously a lie, but she didn't know what I could do to her brain with both my abilities and that Brand.

There was a slight pause before I got a response. "I'll hold you to that. Bring condoms." I snickered internally at the comment, fairly sure it was partially inspired by her getting knocked up and having to quit being an assassin. I settled back in to enjoy the ride, putting my phone away. I'd sent her to the abandoned house in Cherry Hill. The meeting was set for tomorrow.

There was no connection to me from there really, and even if Knightfall hadn't ditched the cameras I didn't mind giving her a show. I was gonna fuck that little bitch out of her mind so she would come crawling back all on her own. Then I'd merge her with something interesting so I'd have a proper assassin. I'd mentioned offhandedly being able to turn her into the Cheshire cat for real, I wondered if I could follow through. I'd try at least, that sounded like fun. I leaned back to relax as we drove, thinking about the meeting with Jade. I just couldn't wait for tomorrow.

January 15th 2016 Cherry Hill 6:00 PM EDT

The old busted out mansion in Cherry Hill was still unsold, and it was easy enough to get there before the time I agreed to meet Jade. When I got there...I was actually kind of annoyed at the shabby state of the place. I considered cleaning or whatever but it didn't really matter, still, if I was going to break in some ninja milf ass I wanted to do it in style. So I put my muscle to work picking up a king size bed and moving it into another room with the same quality of bed (both I rank) and then merged them together.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Palatial bed- H rank. A bed fit for a king, and a decent number of his bedmates. Enhanced comfort and more restful sleep.]

I hopped into the thing and outright moaned in ecstasy. Gods that thing felt amazing. That gave me some interesting ideas though. I could merge beds, could I merge bigger things? Rooms? Buildings? Merging an E rank defensive artifact into a house that was say H rank, would definitely bring it up a few grades, maybe as high as F grade depending on the house and the artifact. I tried to imagine an F grade mansion...it was an interesting image. I decided to stick a pin in that though, because Jade would be here soon.

I hopped out of bed, walked down the dusty hallway and stood on the banister overlooking the entrance hall I'd been in before. Within a few minutes a shape melted out of the darkness. Jade. Or rather, Cheshire, if the cat mask and the kimono were anything to go by. She looked up at me, arms crossed. "Well. I'm here. You going to get this over with? My sister is..." She trailed off, obviously assuming I didn't know about her baby. "Waiting for me. Don't want to keep her. Where are we doing this? Because I've fucked in less comfortable places, but not many."

I chuckled. "Come on, this way." I turned, my regalia providing an unseen defense against any backstabs, not that I would let her even try it. As I walked away, I sent a nonverbal command for her to get soaking wet. The Brand controlled her body, but getting wet was a physiological thing she had no control over anyway, so it wasn't noticeable when her cunt started dripping on the way up the steps. And I do mean dripping, I had hearing good enough to know she hadn't ignored my instructions about not wearing underwear.

I walked us to that same room I'd just been in and when she walked in behind me I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. She adjusted mid air to land on her back, but after a minute she slumped back to luxuriate in the enhanced bed. "Oh. Oh this is nice. Ok, I give you points for this. I've never been in a bed this comfy, and this is obviously new. I must say I'm flattered." She seemed completely unconcerned that when she landed her kimono spread to reveal her soaking twat in all it's glory to the room.

I reached out with Eros and Psych. The framework from before had stuck around. Bit of masochism, bit of dominance but not aimed at me. I grinned behind my mask. "Well look who went and got all wet and needy before she even got any touch. You've been thinking about this a lot haven't you?" She had, because I'd made sure to arrange it so she wouldn't be able to stop. "Show me what you did. Thinking about me and Whisper and what we did to you in that alley. What we let you do to her."

I sent a command with the Brand forcing her to begin to masturbate. I saw her eyes widen behind the mask and I grinned. "Oh, that's right. That tight little ass is mine. Bought and paid for." I could tell her at this point, after we fucked Eros and Psych would guard her mind anyway. "Rub your pussy faster." She did, beginning to whimper, and I almost closed my eyes with enjoyment. "Cum." She made a jagged moan, but I nonverbally forced her to keep masturbating as I walked around the bed.

She whimpered as she worked, twitching as I walked over and undid her kimono, letting it spill open exposing her cute little olive toned tits and flat stomach, which was flexing subtly as she knuckled her pussy for me. I grinned down at her. "Take the mask off. You don't get to hide behind it while we do this." She did as she was told, not even making me order her this time as she dropped it to the bed. "Now here's how this is going to go. I'm not using a condom. I don't need one. You'll get pregnant for sure if I want it, and you won't if I don't."

She made a soft moan. "Please, no more kids. I'm..." She groaned. "Fuck, I'm begging." I felt a flash of desire and shame as she said that and I nonverbally forced her to cum again. I climbed on top of her, my knees on either side of her hips, and ordered her to stop masturbating. Then I unbuttoned my pants, letting my cock flop out onto her slim well toned stomach and I saw her eyes widen. She'd felt it against her ass, but that wasn't the same as getting a good look. Jade was a small girl, and I had a lot of dick.

I scooted back. "Fine. No kids. At least, if you can earn it. But we're going to play a game first. I'm going to shove my dick into you, and you're going to orgasm from every. single. thrust. If you pass out before I cum, you're going to have a baby. If you last until my first nut, I'll give you a special present. I promise you'll love it." I put the cueball sized head of my cock to her tight little pussy and slid in to the hilt. She was wet enough to take all of it and I felt her legs lock behind my back and her pussy flood as I bottomed out, experiencing an orgasm like I'd ordered.

I slid out an shoved back in and she grunted like she'd taken a punch to the gut. She was gritting her teeth up at me. "That all you got stud?" I grinned and kept going, not bothering to speed up. I could feel her snatch fluttering along my dick with every shove, she was loving this. "You think this is the first time some villain has tried to dick me into submission? You might have my body, but if you want to own this pussy you better earn it." Her voice was a husky growl and her eyes were blazing with lust and challenge.

I sped up. She grunted with ever thrust, her body locking up consistently as she came again and again. Damn, she had iron control, most of my girls would be foaming at the mouth by now, she was easily ten orgasms in. Her desire was inflamed. "Fuck, you feel good on my cock I won't lie, but do you think you're worth that much trouble. What makes you special other than being able to lie there and take my dick." She snarled and reared up, biting down on my ear roughly.

Her pussy clamped like a vise and I groaned, she'd started working it like a fucking fist, stroking me inside her like she was giving me a handjob with her cunt. I hadn't been lying, Cheshire was wet and soft and hot and very tight.. She was good pussy, better than most. The pain from my ear helped me focus, so I didn't stop her. She released my bleeding lobe and hissed. "Because I fucking hate you!"

I groaned as she started shoving her hips up. "You think I like this you big dicked asshole, you think this is what I want? Fuck you, this is me paying my debt, you better use this pussy good, because this is your last crack at it." I shoved in harder and she moaned, she'd been cumming this whole fucking time had been basically ignoring the orgasms, but this one made her shudder with delight. "Fuck yes you bastard, hate that pussy, take it from me."

I grinned. I hadn't had a girl who got off on hatefucking before. It felt amazing. I pinned her hands to the bed with one of mine and wrapped the other around her throat. "I don't hate whores, Jade. You're not my enemy, you're my toy." She groaned in delight at the degradation. "You think I don't know about you Jade? Does your baby daddy know how easy you are? Does he know you spread your legs for any stud with a big enough dick who does you a favor."

She was starting to lose her train of thought, she'd orgasmed more times than I could count during this. She snarled and kept trying to impale herself on my cock. "Shut up! You did this to me you bastard, you made me your whore. You gonna let some other man take your whore? You gonna let me walk away from this? You better put me in line stud, you better get your whore under control!"

I tightened my grip on her throat. I decided to give her a little scare and let myself cum once, emptying my balls into her hot pussy, she groaned but I just kept going. I kept her pinned down, hand around her throat. "Want to know a secret? I lied about controlling when you get pregnant." Her eyes widened and she started to to jerk, but I held her down and kept fucking. "I'm going to empty my balls in you so many times tonight there won't be a birth control pill in the world that will save you."

She spat in my face. "Do it! Fucking cum in my pussy! Get me pregnant if you have the balls you limp dicked little fuck. You don't have the stones to put a baby in me!" Her eyes were fucking livid and I felt that mommy kink flare to life. I switched positions pulling out and grabbing her, mandhandling the slut around backwards and locking my hands behind her neck in a full nelson before I started jackhammering her up and down my cock.

I used the brand to command her nonverbally to honestly tell me what she was feeling with no filter, and she threw her head back and started howling. "OH GOD I CAN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE YOU FEEL SO GODDAMN GOOD! FUCK BABY THAT'S GOOD DICK! I CAN'T STOP FUCKING CUMMING ON YOUR FAT COCK! I HOPE YOU KNOCK ME UP, I WANT AN EXCUSE TO HOP BACK ON THIS FAT FUCKING MEAT STICK! SLUT ME OUT YOU BASTARD, TURN ME INTO A FUCKING WHORE!"

She wasn't mindbroken like Whisper, or subby like Barbie. She genuinely just loved the way we fucked, but that was fine. I didn't mind that. I had figured out her trick, her body control let her clamp down on her reaction to the orgasms I'd been pounding into her, she clearly needed stronger ones. I sent her a command to come harder and her screams of filthy enjoyment turned to squeals of lust and half nonsense please for more.

I settled in for a few hours of pounding. I'd fuck her unconscious then back to sense then out again a few times. I'd paid attention through Eros and Psych enough to know how to break her, and it would be a fun process. Her phone rang from where it had fallen out of her kimono but she barely even noticed it. I luxuriated in her silken cunt as I pounded into her. I always enjoyed new girls, and Jade's particular flavor of competitive hatefucking was a blast, I hoped she could keep up the facade after I broke her. Either way this bitch was mine.

January 16th 2016 Cherry Hill 11:00 AM EDT

I fucked Cheshire into a drooling mess. We went for hours, and she managed to remain conscious for about half of that time, impressively, though that half was not consecutive. She would black out and I'd fuck her conscious and she'd hold on for a while and then black out again. He voice gave out about halfway through the night, and just in general a good time was had by all. I also finally got the notification for her points after hour six or so.

[ Congratulations host! H rank member of B rank Assassins's guild, the League of Shadows stolen. Averaging point value, averaging difficulty. Theft value F rank! Ten thousand points awarded!]

Ten grand put me back up over a hundred thousand and up to a hundred and three grand in GP, which was a nice bonus. After I finished breaking in Cheshire I decided to do some business and I made some calls and finally put the money through on this estate. I got a hundred points for squiring an H rank mansion, which was nice, but not extremely relevant, because I'd had a very specific reason for buying this place. I was planning to do a test. I called Whisper to have her bring some supplies over and I woke my new slut cat with a slap on her martial arts toned ass.

She groaned, sitting up. I handed her a glass of water, which she drank with a nod and a wince. "You didn't take it easy on me did you? I've been in car accidents that caused less damage." I chuckled and passed her the kimono that had fallen on the floor when we were having sex.

I gave her very well fucked body a once over. "What can I say, I couldn't get enough. It was my one chance with you right?" Her lips twitched and she glared at me. I held up my hands. "Hey, mark or not I told you I would take one night, I won't force you to stay if you don't want to. " She kept glaring at me, standing up on wobbly legs and shoving her arms testily into the kimono.

The silence went on a bit longer before she spat out angrily. "I can find you here next time?" I nodded from behind my mask, which I'd never taken off. She gave a huff. "Fine. You have a nice cock, and you know how to fuck, I'll be back because I enjoyed myself, are you happy?" She tied her sash and picked up her mask from under the bed, slipping it back on before stalking out the door. I slapped her ass on the way out and she squeaked cutely, jumping before storming out even faster. I grinned to myself. She was a fun one.

I considered doing her upgrade now, but I decided to wait. I had plans for my points here, and they would be much more useful. Once she was gone I slipped my clothes back on, and activated the treasure vision on my mask. I spend the next hour or so stripping every fucking camera out of the walls and floors of the place. Knightfall had only covered the one room with cameras, but she'd been fucking thorough about it. There were dozens of angles for coverage, and once I stripped them all out I shoved them in a bag for later just in case.

By the time I finished Whisper, Waylon, and Bonebreaker had shown up, carting in huge crates of stuff. Art, gold, jewels, weapons, books, pretty much anything of value Whisper had been able to find that had ended up in my supply room, as well as several new crates of valuable art I'd requested, bringing my total up to a hundred and fourteen thousand GP. They carted it all in and set it down in the front room, looking around at the estate. Bonebreaker looked skeptical. "Not to question you boss, but this place is a total shithole. Zero security, way too many exits, and even the walls aren't exactly in top shape. Why bring all this valuable stuff her?"

I smirked at her. "Because Sally, I'm going to fix all of those things, and you're going to watch. A little demonstration to convince you a bit of what I can do. Luckily this place is well off the main road and on a huge estate so the changes won't be so obvious." I wasn't exactly sure I COULD do this, but the idea was much too good to pass up, so I started sifting through the various treasures to find things that I thought would be useful. First thing I did was pick up a few paintings.

Beautiful still life scenes of cathedrals and castles were merged together. I wanted something objectively beautiful, and this was going to be one of my primary ingredients. A painting would be the perfect way to create the environment I wanted before attempting the actual process. I merged a few paintings together to create an F ranked masterpiece, and when I appraised it I had to stare in awe at what came out.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Aria of Transcendence- F rank. A glimpse into the courts of the holy, the shining silver halls of heaven are transcribed on this canvas. To gaze upon the aria is to know peace of the soul. Trauma is mended and burdens are lifted, ascending the spirit of the viewer closer to perfection.]

Interesting. I'd noticed that the descriptions for F ranked artifacts tended to be more esoteric and slightly more poetic, presumably because they had less in the way of limits. I was down to a hundred and two thousand, and I couldn't afford to craft another F ranked artifact. Luckily I didn't actually need to. The reason this load of goods had given me so many points was because Whisper had officially defected, and brought something very valuable with her when she came over.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. The Crime Bible: The High Madame's Binding- F rank. A book of dark knowledge penned as a recruiting tool by the god of Tyranny himself. The rarest of the three versions of the tome, the poisoned lies within flow with corruption of Left Hand of the Great Darkness, and it's corrupt message can twist even the stoutest of hearts.]

Whisper hadn't actually known any of that stuff about the god of Tyranny, which made sense since the Religion of Crime didn't worship an actual god, they were just really into the whole selfish hedonism thing. Still, this thing seemed like the absolutely perfect combination with my new uber holy F rank painting. One to twist the soul and one to repair it. I was genuinely excited to see what came out of the thing. I closed my eyes, took in a deep breath, and intiiated my first E ranked merge.

The world SHUDDERED. The fabric of reality itself jolted by the integration of to greater artifacts of power. F rank was a watershed, I'd already seen that with Eros and Psych and the animals, but this was a whole different level. H rank was superhuman either by power or sheer skill, G was more than human, abilities that put people on a scale of power to take on a huge group of people or a mid tier meta. F rank's were army killers, or people with powers that could seriously alter the tides of war. E ranks though...what would an E rank be?

The items glowed with power as the light converged into a single shape, and when it faded all that was left behind was a single painting. I'd used the Aria as a base, because I wanted as little of that toxic crazy making bible in my artifact as possible, and the final form of it showed that decision.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Prison of Sin- E rank. Pandora's box contained all the evil in the world, and when it was opened, all that remained was hope. But in another world, hope was released and at the bottom of box lie only sin. This image of that dark reflection shows the hidden depths of depravity that the gods hid from men for their own protection, to look into the prison is to see the darkest most twisted desire in the depths of your heart, where every sick fantasy is buried under lock and key. Beware.]

I did NOT, obviously, look into the image. I wasn't an idiot. The system didn't say things like "beware" which meant that thing was probably basically magical plutonium. Luckily I didn't need to pay too much attention to that. This thing was going bye bye pretty much immediately. I activated the merge again, targeting something a bit different. When I activated it this time I tried to merge the house itself with the E ranked painting. It did take some effort, but much less than merging the painting and the book. I just had to focus a bit harder than usual for a G rank.

I could afford it because the thing would drop down to G rank because of the rank difference, meaning it only cost a thousand. I activated the last merge, hoping everything went well. A house and a prison were not the same thing, but part of that nature had come from the Aria, which was a holy hall, and I was using the house as the primary ingredient, so the result should be a habitable home with just insane levels of security.

There was a shudder and the world blazed with light as the two object merged, I'd never tried this on something this big before, or something I was in. The shifting lights and riotous colors consumed the world around us in a cascade of of energy and wonder, and I couldn't help but stare in amazement at the place as the light faded, revealing my brand new G rank house in all it's supernatural glory.

[Appraisal function activated. Treasure detected. Palace of Debauchery- G rank. The seat of power of a lord of sins, the enjoyment of the pleasures of the flesh are heightened within the walls of the palace. Hidden perversions will slowly be drawn to the forefront through prolonged stays. The palace shields its owner's sins from the world, protecting the occupants and their privacy with an impassable defense.]

The estate was...luxurious. Decadent even. Every wall was papered with beautiful gold leaf on a black background, and the floors were carpeted with thick, plush carpet that made me want to roll around in it like a dog. The steps were wide and broad and the halls seemed to have expanded, stretching out further than they had before, though when we checked the outside had barely changed.

The palace was massive, and within it we found every indulgence. Sex dungeons, a massive gourmet kitchen, pools, games, rooms full of plush beds just as decadent as the one I made to fuck Jade. The whole place was just the pinnacle of excess, and it was mindblowing. The others were staring in awe at what I'd made, absolutely stunned at the sheer power on display. Bonebreaker in particular looked at me like she'd just seen the light at the end of the tunnel, finally convinced I could really help her get her daughters back.

I turned to Whisper. "I'll text the old man to clear it up, but I want you to move all my things here. This is going to be our new base of operations." With the security from the prison keeping out threats I was confident we would be fine here. G rank metas were powerful combatants, and high G rank security would keep out most anything in Gotham. Whisper nodded, Waylon and Bonebreaker doing the same, and they all tromped back out the door to head to my old mans place. I looked around my new palace with a grin. I wanted to check out the new digs.

January 16th 2016 Palace of Debauchery 11:00 AM EDT

With my new base of operations finished, I decided it was time to get this show on the road. I had to get Cherry Hill under control to get access to Checkmate's resources, and to do that I needed to find and dispose of Knightfall. I left Waylon and the girls to move my stuff over and gave Barbie a call. She answered on the first ring. "Hey stranger, been a bit since I heard from you. Was starting to think you forgot about me." I enjoyed the teasing edge in her voice, it was pretty obvious she was looking forward to seeing me.

I chuckled. "Sorry, I ended up buying that house, been moving into it, though I don't want to show you yet, it's still a mess. Anyway, thought we could meet up and spend some time together. I was planning to go hunting for our mutual friend again, but it wouldn't be the same without your cute little ass to follow." I figured flirting would help ease the tension since I knew she didn't want me looking for Knightfall.

She groaned. "Ugh. Of course you'd be looking for her. Fine. I have an informant we can talk to. She usually knows the skinny, but her place of employment is..." She sighed. "Who am I kidding? You're going to fucking love it there. Meet me at my apartment, I'll drive." I grinned at the resigned tone in her voice and slipped my mask off, changing into a spare suit in my care as I pulled out for the drive to her apartment. I was lucky I had a perfect memory, because I had been paying zero attention on the way there the first time, and I had to retrace my steps to find the place.

When I got there I went to climb out but she just walked over and pushed me back in. "We'll take your car." I raised an eyebrow at that but climbed into my passenger seat, looking at her expectantly. She sighed as she pulled out into traffic. "So I know a woman in town who has a pretty good handle on where the bodies are buried. We're going to see her, but I'm not entirely sure I should take someone like you to her workplace. You may get...distracted."

I was confused. "What, is she a stripper or something? I've been around naked women more than you can imagine, I can handle some G-strings and a couple pairs of bouncing fakies." Not that the idea of going to a strip club with Barbie didn't have it's own appeal, but she was acting like I was a dog with a bone, and it was honestly sort of insulting. She ignored my comment as she drove, focusing on the road, and I was beginning to get a bit sulky by the time she pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be a sports bar.

She turned off the car. She didn't get out, didn't ask me anything, just sat and waited as I looked through the windshield at the restaurant in front of us. I couldn't stop myself from grinning. "Ok. Offense retracted. I get it now. I completely understand why you were worried I would get distracted." I turned in my seat with a shit eating grin. "How did you even know this was here? I've never heard of it so they don't advertise. I know you're a local, but still, do you know someone who eats here often?"

Barbie glared through the window at the superhero themed sports bar we were parked in front of. The sign glowing above the opaque door wasn't really visible from the street. Superbabes. She turned to glare at me. "My dad likes to eat here. Most of the cops in Gotham come by because the food is good and the owner is...civic minded. She gives them a discount on food and...other things, and they leave her alone and keep people from making trouble." Her eyebrow was twitching as she obviously tried very hard not to think about her dad coming to a place where people paid to have sex with women who dressed up like her friends and coworkers, and possibly even her.

I was grinning like a loon as we stepped out of the car. We walked up to the door and pulled it open. The girl at the counter who greeted us when we came in was none other than...Batgirl. Well, sort of. She was a tiny redhead with a decently expensive costume cowl on and an ass so wide I could see it from the front. Seriously, the girl gave Whisper a run for her money. She gave us a bright smile "Welcome to Superbabes, were you expecting anyone else or is it just the two of you?"

Barbie's eyebrow twitched as her eyes slid over the VERY well outlined form of the faux Batgirl, but she pasted on a smile. "Neither, actually. I'm here to talk to Orders? Tell her Jim Gordon's daughter is here to see her." Batgirl (and I was going to call her that every chance I got even in my head because I knew it would drive Barbie insane) turned and happily flounced away, those cheeks rippling with waves that would set off a storm warning siren. I made a mental note to fuck Whisper tonight when I got home.

She came back in about five minutes with a big smile. "Barbara? Orders sent me to bring you back to her office. Your..." She ran her eyes over my frame slowly. "Your friend, can come too." She turned to walk back to the other side of the restaurant again, and this time that fat ass was swaying even as it bounced. It was literally hypnotic, and if I hadn't had an enhanced brain I might have been hooked. As we walked I took in all the different girl available here. Gorgeous girls serving people meals in skimpy outfits I very much approved of.

Wonder woman looking sweet and milfy, with tits even bigger than the real one nearly spilling out of her corset and ass cheeks doing their best to swallow her star spangled spankies. Black Canary, even bustier than my Dinah, though my Canary was perkier. Still she was gorgeous, as was the latina Hawkwoman flouncing by with a pair of pronounced rear cheeks and and absolutely gorgeous blonde in Supergirl's blue top and skirt. I saw Ice and Fire and Green Lantern, and several very sexy women I didn't recognize, one Goth with the biggest softest most rippling tits I've ever seen in a blue cape and a leotard who had to be based on a cape from out of town I didn't know.

Finally though, we reached the back area and walked through what looked like a recreational area to a solid dark wood door. Batgirl knocked sharply. "Come in." A soft voice called through the door. Batgirl opened it and stepped back, letting us through and then closing it behind us, letting us into a well furnished office with an elegant decor. The owner, who I assumed was the woman sitting behind the desk, had good taste.

The gorgeous black haired beauty with the violet eyes smiled serenely at us both as we came in, for all of one second, until her gaze fell on me and her smile dropped. Her eyes narrowed, and rather than greet us she stared at me...hard. We stood like that for a minute until Barbie cleared her throat. "Orders?" The woman's violet eyes snapped off my and to Barbie's face.

She shook off her fugue. "Ah, Barbara, I'm sorry. Your friend...took me by surprise. It's not often I meet someone I can tell so little about. In fact, I didn't even know he was here until you walked in." She glared out the door that Batgirl had retreated through, then sighed. "Not your fault I suppose. Now, what brings you here to see me dear? I trust my last tip panned out properly?"

Barbie smiled. "Perfectly as always. That shipment of heroin would have killed hundreds. It was heavily cut with fentanyl. My dad wanted me to thank you for your help next time I saw you. But I'm actually here on something a bit more...personal. There's a villain in town that's been targeting...a friend of mine. We're hoping to track them down. Calls themselves Knightfall, we're thinking female. Any information you might have would be greatly appreciated."

Orders gave her a kind smile. "Of course. You know I'm happy to lend a hand." She raised an eyebrow. "I trust you'll mention to your father next you see him that I've been so helpful. I always try to help the police after all. And they're always so helpful in return. Like if say...the city's parking restrictions on my customers parking in the next lot were lifted. That would be helpful. Private property or not, it isn't as if they use it for anything." She never let her pleasant smile slip as she spoke.

Barbie, to my surprise, didn't get mad. She just smirked and rolled her eyes. "I'll ask dad to see what he can do. Now, Knightfall? She spends most of her time around Cherry Hill. Never seen her in person so I can't really tell you more than that." Despite her almost comical lack of evidence or clues, she didn't seem worried about Orders knowing something, which told me this woman was wither very connected or a metahuman.

Orders closed her eyes, her smooth brow wrinkling in concentration as she focused in on...something behind her eyelids. I sat there, watching, and waited for anything to happen, but nothing did. I leaned over to Barbie, whispering. "What is she doing? Can she like, hear spirits or talk to the wind or something?" I was assuming meta based on the weird meditation thing. She clearly had some kind of power trance thing going, though I sort of wished it was a bit more visible. I was bored.

That feeling, sadly, did not last. Her eyes popped open and she glared at me. "No! SHE is clairvoyant. And also not deaf!" She turned to Barbie. "Can you please have your meathead wait outside while I work? I would have expected you to at least tell him the rules before bringing him here. You know how much I hate when people talk when I'm focusing." She turned to me. "Go wait outside. Get yourself lunch or something. Barbara will be busy for a while."

I stepped out of the office, cowed by the tiny but very authoritative woman. I walked back to the hostess desk, seeing Batgirl was gone, replaced by the goth girl with massive mammaries. She was leaning against the hostess stand, bored. She was much less friendly when I walked up to talk to her, and when I picked up a menu from the small tray in front of the podium she was at she rolled her eyes. "So who exactly are you? And what is the..." I checked the bottom of the menu where an exceptionally expensive addition was listed. "Special delivery service."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm Raven. The special delivery service is a delivery service." She put on a a sardonic smile. "It's special. It's also not available on the premises. Sorry." She very clearly had no intention of interacting with me, and I had to suppress a smirk at her complete lack of interest.

I looked through the menu until I saw her name listed. "Well tell you what Raven. My car is outside." I reached into my pocked and pulled out a sapphire the size of a golf ball. "If you'll deliver something to me...special. I'll let you have this. And if I think your delivery is special enough." I reached in and pulled out a diamond of similar size. "I'll give you this one too." I shot her a wink. "I'll be out in the black town car. Hope to see you soon."

I turned and walked out of the restaurant climbing into my car and letting the seat back, closing my eyes. I wasn't expecting her immediately. She would have to get someone to cover her shift, but I was pretty sure she would come out here. I heard a sharp tap on the window, and opened my eyes to grin up at the five foot seven inch goth packing the biggest pair of sweater puppies I'd ever seen. I rolled down the window, raising an eyebrow. She looked me up and down impatiently. "Superbabes. Special delivery service." I grinned and opened the door. I wanted to see just how special.

January 16th 2016 Superbabes 12:00 PM EDT

I grinned up at the Goth with relish. She was a fucking snack. Thick thighs, huge soft tits, flat stomach but with some softness to it. No real muscles, just thick decadent jiggle. She huffed impatiently. "You have an hour, so if you want to spend any of it having actual sex I'd get started." Her tone was snide, but she looked anxious about being seen, which was fair. I gestured her to the back seat and her shoulders sagged a bit with relief.

I climbed back into the rear of the car, and hit a button on the windows that shifted the tint, one of the options the old man had put in for privacy, before patting my leg. She rolled her eyes and climbed into the car, taking a seat on one leg, and my hand went to her massive funbags nearly immediately. She exhaled a bit, maybe a tiny moan, but nothing noticeable, clearly she was used to men fondling her big fat tits.

I could have kept going, gotten that leotard out of the way, but I didn't. I want to take my time with these. They were soft and pliable and I found myself getting hard even as she sat there. She let me grope her for a minute or two before she finally got annoyed. "Are you going to keep fondling my tits like a virgin or are we going to fuck?" She growled to herself, reaching down for my pants, unbuttoning them and pulling back my boxers. "I swear just take out your co-"

There was a meaty thump as my dick fell into her tiny hand, and she stopped talking. I smirked, keeping up my groping. I leaned down to whisper in her ear. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was that not what you were hoping for? How about we put ti away and I can just eat your pussy as an apology. I promise to take my time." I reached teasingly for my cock with the hand that wasn't groping he and her palm wrapped around my cock protectively. She used her other hand to smack mine away.

She was drooling now, like literal spit leaking from her mouth, until she swallowed again. She muttered something, and I made a questioning noise, urging her to repeat herself. "I...I want to lick it." I grinned at her, pushing her head down, and she scrambled over my lap and down in her knees for me. She leaned in but I stopped her. She looked up at me with dazed eyes. "Let me lick it baby. I'll treat it nice. I take good care of cocks this big." She shuddered. "You're a monster. I feel like I'm about to get impaled on a spear."

I chuckled, shoving her face down and letting the full length of my eleven inches slap down on her heavily made up face. "You haven't earned that dick yet. Suck my balls." Her head jerked down, almost eagerly, and slurped up one of my nuts. She slobbered and sucked and licked on it, hands gripping into my thighs like claws as she scrambled to please me. "Stop." She did. immediately. Mascara rimmed eyes pleading up at me. "Lick it, from base to tip."

She did, and she let out a ragged moan when her cute little tongue reached the head. "Oh FUCK. They taste different you know?" She nuzzled my balls, snorting in the scent like a pig looking for truffles. "Big cocks. People say they're the same but I can tell. It's like fucking fine wine and chocolate. Gods baby if you were packing a thick dick like this you didn't need to offer that second rock. I'd bounce on this jackhammer for a nickel."

I chuckled. "Get up on my lap, facing out, cock between your thighs." She scrambled up off her knees and onto my lap wriggling sown onto me, rubbing her well trimmed little cunt up and down my dick as she wriggled in my lap. "Stop." She did. "Look at it. Look how high up it goes." She shuddered. "Put your feet on either side of my thighs and crouch over it. Make sure the head goes in but nothing else."

She scrambled up into position, holding herself in a squat over my cock with those soft pretty thighs. Her ass had swallowed her leotard, and those chalk white cheeks were so tempting I couldn't resist a slap. She squeaked and slipped a bit, getting the whole head into her and she gave a ragged growl. "FUCK, it's like an eight ball in my cunt. Just let me have it baby. Give me that big. FAT. COCK. I can take it, I can take it all you can stuff that bitchbreaker up me to the base."

She was trying to tempt me with dirty talk, which was working, but she had overpromised. I grinned and reached down with my enhanced strength, shoving her feat off the seat. Since the head of my dick was in her, I didn't lose my spot when she dropped, she fell right down, but I'm betting those eleven inches of shaft felt like a fall down an elevator as I bottomed out in her with a joyful scream.

She squirted on my cock, cumming just from the entrance, and I held her by the thighs to make sure it didn't hit to hard when I slammed into the end of her pussy. My senses told me what she wanted. She was a size queen, the biggest size queen I'd ever met, and the mere existence of my dick meant she would literally let me do anything I wanted to her. But I wanted to make a girl squeal without the Brand to act as a crutch, I was going to play her pussy like a violin.

I started curling her like a barbell by the thighs, running her up and down my dick. I'd been in tight before, Barbie was a fucking vice between her legs, much less in her asshole, but Raven wasn't just tight, she was DESPERATE. Her pussy was gripping me so hard as I pulled her off I had to put a slight amount of effort in, like she was fucking memorizing the shape of my dick with her insides. I chuckled in her ear. "Take your tits out so I can watch them in the rear view mirror, and tell me what you think of the cock you wanted so much.

Her hands scrambled up to her collar, clawing and tearing at it to be rid off the covering on her tits, and she barely managed to yank the huge jello bags out without ripping her collar she started twisting her nipples in her fingers as I ran her up and down my dick. "B-big. Cock. Big. Cock. Full. Full of FAT fucking COCK. It's...it's...it's in my fucking GUTS baby! You're in fucking insides. This fat fucking cock is going to hollow me out like a fucking chocolate easter bunny."

Despite literally describing what could objectively considered a form of torture, Raven's voice was dreamy and joyful. I grinned and sped up, slamming her hips up and down me, she gasped as I hit the end the first time, like she had the wind knocked out of her, and then she started screaming. "FUCK YES! THAT'S THE FUCKING TICKET GET IN MY FUCKING GUTS STUD WEAR ME LIKE A FUCKING CONDOM!"

She was wringing her fat tits like stress balls as I slammed how down, which was the only reason they weren't bouncing. I snarled in her ear. "I fill my condoms, slut, you better be ready to take every drop." She moaned so raggedly if I couldn't sense her excitement I might have though the was being tortured and her grasping pussy doubled up on my cock. I felt like a fucking army of little faerie sluts were fighting to try to give me a lubed up handjob. Her pussy was working and sucking twisting on me like a fucking tornado.

She squealed with glee. "COCK! FAT FUCKING COCK! BIG FAT COCK IN HOT LITTLE TWAT! FUCK YES! STUFF IT! EARN THAT NUT!" She gave a rabid giggle, letting her head fall back to look me in the eye. "Your balls are so fucking fat stud I sucked them up nice and full so empty those fat fucking cum tanks in me. This pussy deserves that nut, I'm fucking made to take fat cock like this." She started twisting in my grip, not to get away put to get every bit of friction in her cunt that I would allow with my hands full of thick goth thighs.

I groaned. "Fuck. You think you deserve it slut? You think you earned my load? If you don't count a like you only took it in one hole. You think you're a size queen? This isn't how a size queen works a fat cock." Her eyes narrowed and she shoved me away, falling to the floor of the limo and climbing back up and back into my lap facing me as she shoved me back in her pussy.

She sneered at me as she shoved me inside her pussy. "You're gonna nut this fucking pussy whether you like it or not stud. I was made for big fat dick, and I'm gonna milk you fucking balls dry." She started bouncing on my cock, hips blurring on me as she fucking herself into a frenzy, getting wetter and hotter as she went. Her fat tits bounced as she did and she swung them up to slap me in the face.

She was grunting in exertion as we fucked. "Take that pussy stud, get my cunt. You wanted these fat fucking tits." She tit slapped me a few more times. It was REALLY hot. They were big and fat and soft so it didn't hurt and my dick got harder every time she swung them. She hissed at me. "I'll take that nut, give me your fucking jizz stud, empty those balls. Fill this hot superbabe pussy."

She was twisting and working her hips, getting the hottest tightest parts of her in all the best spots on my cock as she bucked and writhed and wiggled on me like a slutty goth hurricane. She reached down to grab my balls, slapping me in the face with her tits again. "They're getting tight stud. I'm gonna get that load. Paint my fucking pussy, give me that hot cum. This is premium size queen pussy stud, this is luxury accommodations for fat fucking cocks. Paint the fucking walls, make yourself at home."

I groaned like an animal, burying my face in her fat tits and lunging forward to park her fat goth ass on the console between the seats and started shoving my dick into her furiously. She squealed with joy, legs shooting up into the air, squirting all over the inside of the car. "Fuck I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna fill this fucking goth pussy!" I was so close I could taste it.

Her eyes were manic and she grabbed my face, yanking it up to look at her. "Do it! Shove that fat cock up me and get your nut stud, give my pussy that fucking first prize trophy. I'll show you a size queen who can fucking win that load!" I groaned as loud as I could and came so hard in her I almost fucking cramped up as she came around me for the last time, squirting all over the car yet again.. As my balls finally emptied I slumped down into a chest full of fat pillowy tits covered in sweat. I spoke and she made a confused sound. She groaned. "Wait. What?"

I forced my head out of her tits with a groan, grinning up at her. She was sweaty and flushed and she looked fucking gorgeous, and I felt her cunt tighten around me a bit as she saw my lust, but I didn't get back to work on her right away, instead I gave her a sly grin. "I said, who the fuck is Raven anyway?" She stared at me blankly for a minute and we both burst out laughing as I slumped back into her cleavage.