Birds of Prey - Twisted Desire Ch. 11

The Good Ending is finally here! The branch-off point is Chapter 18: Threshold. Then we skip ahead to Chapter 23: Secrets Unmasked. Mostly abbreviated and alternate versions of those chapters. Soon we'll be getting into all-new territory! A world where the Birds of Prey won!

- - -

Somewhere in the multiverse, in a timeline where fortune smiled upon the Birds of Prey...

"So..." Barbara finally spoke, breaking the unbearable silence. "Tonight's the night."

"The night of nights." Dinah agreed, inhaling deeply. She pressed her lips into a line, staring off into space. "The grand finale of this twisted, fucked up nightmare."

The nightmare you followed me into...

Barbara fought back a wince, shame and guilt writhing like serpents in her belly as she looked upon her dear friend. Dinah had already done the unthinkable to get them this far. And tonight, Barbara was sending her right back into the Brotherhood's grimy hands.

The redhead paced between the dorm room's twin beds, briefly thinking that she might cancel the operation entirely. She only considered it for a moment before her resolve hardened once more. They were close, so close to putting an end to the Kingston Brotherhood's influence. They couldn't walk away now. And knowing Dinah, the blonde would want to be there when they finally brought their house of debauchery crashing down.

"The hard part is over." Barbara said. "We've got our way in. From there, handling the Brotherhood should be a cakewalk."

"Right. Simple enough." Dinah answered. Her voice was flat, without the fire, the spirit Barbara had come to expect from the blonde. Hearing her friend speak like this was like a stab to the heart.

Barbara hated herself for keeping up the facade that she didn't know just what Dinah had done. She hated herself for playing along. Barbara couldn't look at Dinah without visualizing her friend's lips wrapped around that punk's long, thick cock.

The only consolation was that Barbara knew it hadn't been for nothing.

"I know I'm sending you into a den of wolves, Dinah. But you won't be alone." Barbara went to place a hand on her friend's shoulder, a small gesture of comfort, of solidarity. Dinah didn't react... but neither did she push Barbara away. The redhead took it as a sign to continue, "Trust me. They'll be too focused on you and the ceremony that they'll never suspect the back-up."

That piqued Dinah's interest. Her eyes flashed with curiosity, the first sign of true emotion Barbara had seen from her since the night before.

"Batgirl's gonna swoop in at the last minute, cause a scene?" Dinah asked, hopeful. So too was there an edge to her voice, smoldering embers of that fiery spirit that Barbara so admired.

"I'll be suiting up tonight, yes." Barbara held her head high, hoping the declaration of support would feed her friend's returning spirit. Her lips cracked into a smirk. "But Batgirl won't be the only surprise guest tonight. I called in some favors, Dinah. I figured as long as all these rotten eggs were in one basket..."

Barbara trailed off, letting Dinah fill in the rest. Just as expected, realization flickered across the blonde's face. And to Barbara's silent joy, her friend's blue eyes lit up. Brave and bold once more. Despite the humiliations suffered these last several days, Dinah Lance managed to smile. It was not kind or warm, but rather the sort of grin someone wore when they knew they were going to get some sweet, sweet payback.

The Black Canary's spirit wasn't snuffed out just yet.

"Sounds like we're going to ruin the Brotherhood's night. Good."

"You just have to play the role for a few more hours, Dinah. Let them think they've won. And then we'll take them down. Together."

To her own surprise, Barbara felt her own heart racing. She could feel it then. In the air, in her very bones... that sense of finality. But there was something that was missing... the potent sense of dread that had been weighing her down since day one. In its place, Barbara felt the buzz of confidence. A sense of surety that had been sorely missed.

They were the good guys. The thought rang in Barbara's head like a bell. It was like a commandment, etched in stone. They were the good guys. And the good guys saved the day.

Dinah rose then, standing before Barbara. Her heart full of purpose, eyes full of fury. Barbara matched it, finally ready to end this nightmare.

"We're the Birds of Prey." Barbara said. She spoke with the conviction only the truth could give. "Nobody does it better than us."

Dinah smirk grew, her eyes shining. She punched a fist into her open palm.

"Damn right. Showtime."

- - -

In the interest of time...

While the Black Canary endured playing her role as Dinah Blake, standing half-naked among the thralls of the Kingston Brotherhood, Batgirl set about completing her own objectives.

Stalking through the dimly lit halls of the Timm building, she moved on silent feet, clinging to the shadows like she had been trained to do. Stealth had become second nature to the young woman, as natural as breathing.

She passed by many rooms, some empty offices... and others not so empty. Witnessing Andrew Westfield getting cozy with his favorite teachers, Ms. Jameson and Ms. Flores, for the third time was but a brief distraction. Barbara only stayed long enough to see the two women put their mouths to work on his prodigious cock together before moving on.

Though her resolve was strong, the further she ventured into the bowels of the building, the more she felt that she was being watched. She couldn't shake the feeling. It clung to her like a shadow. A shade that was watching her every move.

But more than that, doubt was starting to creep back in. Tendrils in the back of her mind, writhing like worms.

The redhead breathed in, suddenly feeling a dull ache spreading from the back of her head. She sighed, leaning against the wall.

If Dinah was already infiltrating the Brotherhood ceremony... then why was Barbara there at all?

Barbara groaned, rubbing her temples. A pointless effort because of her Batgirl mask, but the motion was reflexive to her aching head. But the dull throb that pulsed through her skull could not distract Barbara for long.

It wasn't natural, Barbara realized. It couldn't be. She knew her own mind well enough. Mood swings, racing thoughts, emotional turmoil... those were the problems of a younger, rookie Barbara. Not the veteran she had become.

And besides... Batgirl had faced enough two-bit villains to know when her mind was being influenced. Something was trying to control her thoughts, her feelings... something very close by.

Soon enough, Batgirl found it.

Down at the end of the long hallway, the redhead took notice of a peculiar door.

Bingo.

It was just a regular door. But Barbara knew it was the one.

The young heroine strode forward with surety and purpose, reaching the end of the hall in little time. Reaching the door.

She opened it.

Before her eyes... a towering black stone took up the center of the strange room. No, not a mere stone. It was a boulder! Set upon a short, flat dais, the enormous black rock rose from the wooden floor all the way up to the high ceiling - a full two stories!

The stone stood there, immovable, timeless, without end. It thrummed with power - Barbara could feel it - and almost seemed to be glowing. But not a glowing of light. The stone seemed to emanate shadow.

Barbara stared at the towering rock, reluctant to tear her eyes away from the peculiar way the dim light seemed to dance across its glossy surface. It was mesmerizing. Hypnotic, even.

Barbara winced, groaning as she took a shaky step back. She rubbed at her head through her mask. Rationality came racing back to her mind then, offering the redhead a moment of clarity. A flash of anger followed, mixed with fear.

Barbara clenched her teeth in grim realization. This was it. This was the stone. The same glossy black stone from the Brotherhood rings! This was the source! It had to be!

Then came a voice. Feminine, sultry, menacing. And very familiar.

"Hello, Batgirl. I was wondering when you would take to the field."

Barbara clenched her fists, her body becoming tense. She turned to face... Headmistress Vivian Kaplan.

Vivian strode slowly from the shadows, garbed in a flowing gown of deep black. Even in the dark, her pale, porcelain face looked almost ghostly. Even more unsettling were her icy blue eyes. Her cold gaze was set upon Barbara.

Barbara didn't want to hurt the Headmistress. Wearing a ring of her own, Kaplan was just as much a victim of the Brotherhood as Helena was. But Batgirl needed to get out there. And Vivian Kaplan was in the way.

She didn't waste time with talk. Even with the stone's influence pulsing through her head, Barbara kept a tight grip on her mission... and her fighting spirit. In a split second, Batgirl sprung into action.

She swept at Vivian's ankles with her leg... Only to be met with a sharp pain shooting through her shin. It was like kicking a metal bar!

Batgirl drew her aching leg back, stumbling back a couple steps. She sucked in a sharp gasp, mostly from the pain. But she kept her eyes fixed firmly on the other woman. Focus. Barbara needed to focus. She could not allow the black stone to plant roots in her mind. Not now.

Vivian Kaplan's smile grew, cherry red lips spreading wide across her flawless face. It was the smile of a woman who knew she had won.

But Batgirl knew better.

After all... she had called for back-up an hour ago.

Her friends would be there any second now. She just needed to buy time.

Vivian began to close the distance, approaching slowly. Dark intent swirled like venom in her cold eyes.

"Resisting is pointless, Batgirl." She spoke through a wicked smile. "You're just wasting your time."

No... I'm wasting yours.

When Vivian had drawn close enough, Barbara struck again. A straight punch right at the woman's face.... only for Vivian to turn into smoke. Barbara's hand passed right through where the woman's head would have been, the dark cloud swirling around her fist... and quickly reforming! But not into Vivian's head. The smoke closed around Barbara's wrist, solidifying into the iron grip of the Headmistress' hand!

Barbara blinked, stunned... but only for a moment. The shock of Vivian having superpowers came and went. Barbara had faced villains with superpowers before. This was no time to panic. There was no reason to. Not when Vivian had already lost.

Vivian gave a short chuckle. Then, with a sharp tug, she pulled the masked heroine closer until their faces were inches apart. Batgirl didn't struggle or fight back - she had no desire to break her own arm.

"What did I just say?" Vivian spoke low, a mocking whisper.

Then she gave Barbara a shove, sending the redhead stumbling backwards onto her ass. The pale, raven-haired villainess raised her hand then. At first, Barbara feared a magical attack. But instead, Vivian gave a simple flick of her wrist that sent the door behind her slamming shut.

The message was clear.

No escape.

Vivian waited a moment, tilted her head as she regarded the intruder down on the floor. Her expression was expectant. Then... disappointed. It only worsened as Barbara rose to her feet again. Now the woman's thoughts were written clearly on her face: why wasn't Batgirl afraid?

Barbara wasn't going to give her the satisfaction.

"You're magically attuned." Barbara observed, taking slow steps to the side, circling the headmistress. The other woman's expression turned sour now, the venom in her eyes becoming like acid. "Are you a demigoddess? Homo Magi?"

"A curious bat." Vivian sneered. "What I am doesn't matter. You cannot hope to defeat me."

This time, Barbara allowed the faintest of smiles to crack. It was too good to resist.

"You're right." She said, almost snorting. The flicker of confusion on the headmistress' face was most satisfying. "That's why I called in some help."

Vivian narrowed her eyes... etched on her perfect face were emotions Barbara had been enduring in droves for the last several days. Frustration, confusion... even a sliver of fear. It was pleasing to see the enemy struck with the same torment.

Then came the flash. Realization.

Batgirl's circling movement hadn't been done on a whim. Drawing the enemy's attention takes their focus away from other things. Such as... where they were standing. And Vivian Kaplan had put her back to the window. The very large window through which the cavalry came crashing.

At the forefront of them all... a towering lioness of a woman. Garbed in red and blue and a shining golden bustier. A star glittering on her tiara. Lasso glowing bright, brilliant against the darkness. Casting it all away, revealing only the truth.

Wonder Woman had arrived.

And at the Amazon's back, even more help. A dazzling witch of style and skill and a sentinel shrouded in emerald light. Zatanna and Green Lantern - one of the new ones, Jessica Cruz.

"Zatanna, the stone!" Diana cried out, effortlessly commanding. Meanwhile, she swung her lasso above her head, ready to ensnare her target in unbreakable bondage.

"Kcolb eht ecneulfni fo eht tneicna enots!" Zatanna threw her hands forward, pointing her wand towards the towering black stone. The effect was instant. The shadow that the obelisk seemed to emanate vanished. Like smoke swept away by a simple gust of wind. And suddenly the stone was just a stone.

The stone's magic might have been powerful... but Zatanna was the Mistress of Magic. There was little in the world of the arcane that the Justice League's favorite witch could not handle.

It happened so quickly, Vivian had no time to react. She stared at the heroines who had just smashed through the windows, stared at Batgirl smirking in triumph, then stared at her precious black stone now made inert with a single spell. All with her mouth agape. Like a dumb fish.

For Barbara, it was beyond satisfying.

Vivian gave a shriek of pure outrage. She set blazing eyes upon Barbara.

"What... what is this?"

Batgirl leapt through the air, springing from her hands back onto her feet... landing on Wonder Woman's side of the room. It was four on one, now. Batgirl didn't bother to hide her smug expression. She had more than earned it.

"This is the Justice League." Batgirl declared, hands at the ready. Beside her, the other heroines voiced their agreement. It was enough to make Barbara's heart soar. "Here to save the day. And not a moment too soon."

Barbara gave her friends a sidelong glance, noting in particular the cheeky grin on Zatanna's face.

"We wanted to let you get a few good hits in before saving your butt." The witch reasoned.

"It was a good show." Jessica added. "We almost didn't want to interrupt."

Vivian chose that moment to make a break for it. She didn't make it far.

Wonder Woman's lasso caught her by the ankle, sending her tumbling hard to the floor. Vivian shrieked again, throwing a fierce look over her shoulder. Then her whole body darkened, becoming smoke again. The lasso slipped through her now formless leg. Kaplan's smoke-form rose into the air - floating dangerously close to a vent high on the wall.

But then... green. Lots of green.

Emerald light shot out, closing around Vivian in a transparent sphere.

"Nu-uh." Jessica Cruz shook her head. "You're not going anywhere, lady."

Vivian became flesh again, crying out in rage. She bashed her fists against the Lantern's hard light, dull thuds echoing off the room's high ceiling.

"Is that going to hold her?" Barbara asked, not allowing herself to relax just yet.

"Green Lanterns can give Kryptonians trouble. And Vivian's Amazonian strength does not match mine." Wonder Woman answered confidently. "Jessica can hold her just fine."

"Wait. She's an Amazon?" Barbara did a double take. But it made sense - explained why her kicks and punches did nothing.

"A rogue Amazon." Wonder Woman clarified. "One who has betrayed everything Themyscira stands for."

The Princess of the Amazons strode forth then, coming face to face with her wayward sister. With stern eyes she gazed upon Vivian, unflinching as the woman continued to claw and pound away at the green barrier between them.

"You will answer for this. Using Amazonian magic for this perversion of sex and love." Wonder Woman sighed and shook her head. "Our Queen will decide your punishment. But until then... this twisted operation is over."

She turned away, facing Barbara now. The disappointment upon Wonder Woman's face fell away, replaced now with respect, admiration. It was the sort of look that put steel in Barbara's spine. She offered Barbara a proud smile.

"Well done, Batgirl."

Ignoring the fluttering in her belly, Batgirl kept her composure. She gave a smile of her own in return, hoping her mask could hide her blushing cheeks.

"We're not done yet." She said, looking at each of the heroines who just saved her ass. They all nodded in understanding. "We've still got a party to crash."

- - -

The ceremony moved along quickly once it became clear that Headmistress Kaplan was going to be late. Helena didn't mind. She couldn't wait to bring Dinah into a new world of splendid submission.

It was a wonderful thing that was playing out before Helena's eyes. Dinah was on her back, naked but for her fishnet stockings and a scant pair of black panties - the garment was of course tugged aside. Above her was Matt. Tall, strong, handsome Matt. He was unleashing himself upon the blonde, his lean body no doubt frothing over with lust and youthful vigor. He was grunting, panting, working his hips with frantic passion.

Each thrust had Dinah crying out, screaming so sweetly that Helena ached with envy. She watched as her friend clutched at Matthew's back, clawing at the skin and firm muscle. And upon one of Dinah's hands, Helena caught sight of a glimmer. A smile broke across her face, seeing the black band of the Kingston Brotherhood.

It was the mark of Dinah's new life - and the symbol that bound her and Helena together as sisters. As wives. It brought Helena more than simple delight. The woman who once called herself Huntress was overwhelmed with joy. Not just from seeing her dear husband claim another woman, but from the fact that the woman was dear, sweet Dinah.

It felt right. It felt perfect.

"He's big, isn't he?" Helena shifted, turning onto her side. She watched Dinah tremble and huff under Matt's steady thrusts, delighting in how her eyes seemed to shine brighter and brighter with each stroke. Helena reached out between the lovers, sliding her fingers over Dinah's breasts. Her friend was warm to the touch - and growing warmer. "Doesn't he feel good?"

"F-fuck..." Dinah struggled to say. The blonde let out a soft whine, squirming. "Oh, God..."

"You don't need to hold it in anymore. Let it go. Enjoy it."

To help her friend along, Helena sank her fingers into Dinah's bosom. Fondling, groping, making the blonde's sweet moans rise and rise in pitch. Until the poor thing was a gasping mess, golden hair splayed out wild over the cushions.

Matt let out a grunt and continued to fuck. A stud in rut. The perfect man.

"I know I'm enjoying myself." He said, chuckling breathlessly.. "Fuck, she's so tight, babe..."

Helena's insides fluttered. The only thing she craved more than Dinah's enjoyment was Matt's pleasure. Seeing the smirk on his face, the fire in his eyes... there was nothing sweeter in the world.

The woman who once called herself Huntress giggled. She pinched one of Dinah's stiff, pink nipples. Not too hard, but not too gently either. Just enough to make the blonde beauty writhe and moan a little moan.

"Dinah's always taken good care of herself. And damn, what a body." Helena leaned over, pressing her lips to Dinah's cheek. The blonde whined again, looking over through lidded eyes. There was a woman drunk on pure sensation. Helena turned towards Matt, smiling. "And now she's giving herself to a man who truly deserves her."

"Trying to make me blush?" Her young husband huffed. He looked so handsome with the way his damp hair fell before his eyes.

"I'm only telling the truth." Helena gave a small tug on Dinah's nipple, drawing a gasp from her friend. "Isn't that right, Dinah?"

Pleasure was written all over the blonde's pretty face. Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes glazed yet wild with need. Dinah was swept up in the storm. Helena's heart soared and her pussy throbbed. She wanted to be in Dinah's place, to have Matt so deep inside her. But she wasn't a selfish woman. She knew Dinah needed this.

This was more than just an induction. It was proof that Helena had been right, that Vivan knew the right path. Dinah's next words only made it all the sweeter.

"God..." Dinah gasped, her head falling back onto the cushions. "He's... so good."

"Too good to keep all to myself." Helena told her, releasing her nipple. Then she drew her nails gently over Dinah's bosom, ghosting just over the skin. "Lucky for you, I know how to share."

"Share..." Dinah repeated, sighing.

"Helena smirked. An idea came to her then.

"Let's show Matt what I mean." Helena said sweetly. Not even Matt, so set on chasing his pleasure, could miss her meaning.

The brunette tapped his shoulder. With a grunt, he drew away from Dinah, making her moan and shiver as his cock departed from between her thighs. Slowly, he began to stand - Helena loved the way his manhood swayed between his legs for all to see. Slick from Dinah's soaking cunt, every inch of him glistened, every bump and bulging vein along his shaft.

Helena's heart fluttered again, seeing that marvel of manhood twitch and jerk against the cool air. It was long, swollen, thick with blood and desire.

A tantalizing treat. Helena's favorite toy. And now Dinah's as well, from the look that was etched on her face. Both women were star struck, kneeling before their husband's succulent rod.

Matt stroked himself, a few lazy pumps that made the skin shift over the hard shaft. Some precum welled up at the tip, a little bead of white just beginning to dribble from the slit.

Helena's mouth watered.

The brunette and the blonde shared a look. From Helena, it was an invitation. From Dinah... it was acceptance.

The two women leaned in and together they put their mouths to work on Matt Reston's fat, beautiful cock.

- - -

Many floors above Helena, Dinah, and their new young husband, the stalwart heroines of the Justice League had finally brought the villainous Vivian Kaplan to heel.

In the nick of time, the good guys had won.

Batgirl had kept Kingston headmistress distracted just long enough for the cavalry to come crashing through the window. Wonder Woman confronted her rogue Amazon sister and the Green Lantern Jessica Cruz used the power of her ring to keep the villainess restrained. It was Zatanna Zatara, the Mistress of Magic, who dealt the final blow to her insidious plot. With only a few spoken words, the heroic witch dispelled Vivian's poisonous influence, casting a powerful shroud over the towering black stone.

A simple magical barrier, invisible to the naked eye, but one that totally nullified the totem's continuing effect.

"This is dark magic." Zatanna had told the rest. "It lingers, so it will take a bit for the influence to wear off. Show some restraint, okay?"

The other heroines agreed. They couldn't know which members of the Kingston Brotherhood were the most responsible - or even if they were responsible at all. As far as the heroines were concerned, everyone wearing those black rings were under the influence of Vivian Kaplan, man or woman.

They were there to save the day, not judge the victims.

Once Green Lantern had Kaplan secure in a bubble of hard light, the rest of the Leaguers moved on.

After all, Batgirl reminded them, they had a party to crash.

Minutes after the cavalry had arrived to save Batgirl's ass, they found the doors to the ceremony chamber - guarded by a single, confused woman called Lilith. It took no time at all for Wonder Woman to have her restrained.

Then came the moment of truth.

With strength and fury, the heroines of the Justice League came bursting through the double doors of the ceremony chamber - set to do for Black Canary what they had just done for Batgirl.

But the sight that greeted them... was far more shocking and carnal than any of them had imagined.

- - -

Upon Dinah's finger glimmered a band of black stone.

Her wedding ring.

Feeling it upon her skin filled her heart with joy and her belly with butterflies. The same way she was filling her mouth with cock.

All around them, students and teachers alike joined together in passion and pleasure. But Dinah was focused only on one man. Her man.

There she was, once more on her knees for the teenager Matthew Reston. But rather than having her gut stirring with worry, with anxiety, with disgust... instead, Dinah was now buzzing with vibrant glee. It was a spark that danced along her spine, the delicious thrill of doing something naughty that somehow felt so right. She was delighted to serve... and more than willing to share this magnificent cock with her dear friend, Helena.

They had both taken a side, taking on Matt and his manhood in a two-pronged attack. Both women were pressing their lips to his shaft, licking and slurping and sucking upon the hardened flesh like well-trained harlots. They moaned as they worked, both women savoring the taste of their man, taking in the heavy musk of his cock and balls. Every inch of him deserved their affection.

Dinah dragged her tongue down the length of Matt's cock, from the glistening head all the way down to his tight, plump balls. The whole way down she was gathering up his flavor, letting it tingle on her tongue before gulping it down. She shivered as that warmth slid down her throat and the scent that filled her nostrils made her head spin. Her heart was racing, her whole body coming alive all over again.

But nothing, nothing brought Dinah more joy than seeing Helena across from her, doing the same thing, wearing the same look. Both women were drunk on cock. The same cock. The only cock they would ever need.

Above them, Matt was breathing heavy and hard, groaning as Dinah and Helena caressed him with their lips, lashing their tongues all over the length of his fat prick. Kissing the head, suckling along the shaft, nuzzling at his full, churning balls.

Sometimes they would take turns sucking him, bobbing their head up and down the first few inches of his cock while they used their hands to pump the rest of him. Whoever wasn't sucking his cock was bestowing affection to his balls, sucking them and lavishing them with their tongues. Then they would switch, breaking the rhythm and leaving the young man cursing in pleased frustration. It was the sort of delicious torture he was all too willing to endure.

Dinah was riding a high she had never felt before. It was a heat that twisted in the depths of her belly, the source of such a splendid ache that she wanted to scream. She only wished Barbara was with them. She wished Barbara could feel this pleasure too.

Then came a loud, splintering crash. And, as if God had answered her prayers, Dinah heard Barbara's voice shouting over the screams and moans of the other ceremony attendees.

It was a delight to hear her friend's voice. But it was not enough to draw Dinah from her dutiful service. She kept her lips upon Matt's cock, keeping the exquisite taste of salt and skin in her mouth. She moaned, breathing hotly as she slid her lips along the side of his shaft, murmuring mindlessly into her husband's groin.

But Barbara was still shouting. Her voice was drawing closer, closer. So close now. Until she was right beside Dinah.

"Dinah, stop!" Barbara cried, her voice ringing clear and sharp like a bell. "For fuck's sake, stop!"

There was a tug at Dinah's shoulder and the dazed blonde fell back onto her naked ass. Suddenly there was more shouting, fading into clarity, voices rising all around her. Most were from the other Brotherhood inductees, but some... some were familiar.

Not just Barbara's voice. Wonder Woman, too. And Zatanna. Heroines of the Justice League.

What are they doing here? Come to join the fun?

"Woah." She heard Matt say. "Are you the real Batgirl?"

Dinah shook her head, struck with dizziness... and growing lucidity.

The lust that she had felt so strongly waned, then returned, then waned again. Coming and going like the ocean tides. The heat remained in her belly, but the knot was loosening, coming undone.

Dinah closed her eyes, groaning.

"Wha- what's... what's going on?" The taste of cock still danced on her tongue. Dinah blinked, her vision blurry. She wiped some spittle from her lips with the back of her hand. "Bab- Batgirl..."

Dinah breathed in, suddenly feeling a chill roll across her bare skin. It was then that she remembered just how naked she was - and in front of so many people. In front of fellow superheroines...

She scooched away from Matt, the distress she had felt before returning to her. She eyed the young man - the teenager - and his cock as well. She eyed the fat bastard of a rod jutting out from his groin, watching how it twitched slightly from his heartbeat.

That was in my mouth...

"Babs? Took you long enough. What's got you so worked up?" Helena sounded only somewhat startled as Batgirl shoved her away from Matt, same as Dinah. Then her eyes lit up as she finally noticed the other superheroines. "Oh, you brought the others! This is going to save us a lot of time!"

Barbara just stared at the two women. Even under the mask, Dinah could see the steel in her gaze. The redhead frowned. It wasn't contempt that Dinah saw from her, but sympathy.

"Zatanna, you said it would take some time for the magic to wear off. How long?" Barbara called out to the witch.

"Should be only a few minutes now." Zatanna answered. Dinah turned and saw the raven-haired witch moving among the other ceremony attendees, separating couples and throuples with her magic. Slowly but surely, the sexual festivities began to die down around them. Eventually, Zatanna came to a stop beside Batgirl, looking down on Dinah and Helena. She too frowned. "Though it depends on how long they've been wearing a ring."

Dinah was suddenly struck with embarrassment. For being naked. For being caught. They'd seen her on her knees. They'd seen her with her mouth filled with cock, with Matt's balls. They'd seen her sucking and slobbering all over him.

The blonde covered herself with her arms the best she could, drawing her fishnet-clad legs up towards herself. Helena, however, just looked happy to see her friends - if a little confused at their presence.

But Matt... Matt Reston was damn near unreadable. His eyes moved from Dinah and Helena below to the superheroines who just crashed the ceremony. His disappointment was clear enough - surely he was close to getting his rocks off, so that just made sense. But Dinah could also see curiosity... and the tiniest hint of dawning realization.

The teenager parted his lips, but he didn't speak.

Across the ceremony hall, Wonder Woman's voice rang out with absolute authority.

"By the gods, cease this depravity immediately." The Amazon was pushing couples - and threesomes - apart. She came between naked young men and their female company with restrained outrage, gently but firmly putting distance between lovers.

Dinah's belly turned and coiled tight. This time, however, it was not from arousal. The knot was not heated and felt like stone.

"Holy shit, is that really Wonder Woman?" Matt wondered aloud. None of the women bothered to answer him. It wasn't until the Amazon princess herself stepped up to him that he was finally addressed.

"Young man, please get dressed." Diana spoke with strength and grace - probably more than the situation deserved. "And step away from my friends."

Matt looked on, stunned. But he obeyed without argument. Diana meanwhile eyed Dinah and Helena, her steely gaze softening. And Dinah felt her belly tightening even more.

A rush of emotions came, making the blonde reel. It was relief. And it was shame. It was happiness and humiliation.

The mission had taken much from Dinah and her friends. It had brought them low, lower than they ever imagined. But they won. It cost them their dignity, but the Birds of Prey won.

But through that storm of emotions... the heat that had burned deep inside Dinah's belly... had never quite faded.

Dinah turned her eyes to Matt Reston, the young man she had been influenced to desire, the high schooler she had been made to call her husband. Naked as he was, he didn't seem to her like a twisted mastermind who put women under thrall. He didn't seem like anything other than a handsome young man. Even the easy confidence he once had, the same look in his eyes that made her belly twist and her heart race, even that had faded away.

He was staring at Diana, astonished as any teen boy was like to be in the presence of Wonder Woman. But then their eyes met. Dinah saw the true revelation in his gaze. The same clarity that she was feeling right then.

Astonishment turned to fear and dread. And regret.

"Oh." He said quietly. "Oh, shit. Miss B... I..."

He was as much a victim as she was, Dinah realized. And her heart ached for him. Even after all that had happened, she couldn't hate Matthew Reston.

The taste of his cock still lingered on her tongue. Dinah swallowed it down.

- - -

For Dinah, the next few weeks went by in a blur.

The good guys won, the bad guys got busted, but there was still the matter of clean-up. Freeing the enthralled students and teachers of Kingston Academy came with a whole slew of issues, for one. The ugliest of which was the scandal that rocked the families of the victims. All of those rich, powerful Gothamites stirred into a frenzy because their precious sons and daughters spent god knows how long being exploited by Vivian Kaplan.

The League made sure to take some steps on that front. They couldn't let the teachers who were put under thrall take the blame. The same extended to all those male students who made up the Kingston Brotherhood. Vivian had them all under her influence, boys and girls alike. It wasn't right to punish them for things out of their control.

The League couldn't do much for the school itself. It quickly became clear that Kingston wouldn't survive the tidal wave of lawsuits that were preparing to hit.

"Good riddance," was all Dinah had to say.

Vivian - which wasn't even her real name - was taken back to Themyscira to answer for her betrayal and theft of their ancient magic. Dinah could only imagine how awkward that trip must have been for Diana, cooped up in the invisible jet with that psycho bitch. She wondered about other things as well, such as what Amazonian punishments were like. Though she didn't dwell on that for very long.

Behind closed doors, the Justice League endured the embarrassment of overlooking the happenings at Kingston for so long.

"There's no two ways about it: We dropped the ball on this." Superman stood at the head of the grand table, his voice resounding clear through the chamber. He looked to each of the attending Leaguers - Dinah noted that almost everyone who wasn't off-world had shown up. "Those women, students and teachers both, will have to carry the trauma of what this Kaplan woman made them do. And those young men, all turned into foot soldiers for her..."

Superman planted his hands on the table, his face hardening with a deep frown. Beside him, the Dark Knight picked up where he left off.

"A failure on our part." Batman made clear. His voice was rougher than the Man of Steel's, but no less commanding. Beneath the black cowl, his eyes were solid and ice cold. "We should have noticed something was wrong the moment Huntress ceased communications."

"And we wish her a speedy recovery." Superman continued, though his frown remained. "She endured more than anyone ever should. It would be a shame to lose someone of her talent and bravery."

On that, there was a part of Dinah that fully agreed - it was vindicating as a heroine to see the likes of Batman and Superman and the older Green Lanterns kick themselves for inaction.

"Make no mistake: this could have been a lot worse. It wasn't... thanks to the efforts of Batgirl and Black Canary."

After all that she'd done to bring down the Kingston Brotherhood, the applause and praise from her fellow heroes was almost surreal. Superman, Batman, the older Green Lanterns, The Flashes, The Hawks, all those 2nd gens from the Justice Society, all of them clapping for her. For the Birds of Prey.

It was... strange. Yes, it was vindicating, even validating, but Dinah didn't feel particularly heroic. Neither did she feel particularly proud.

Dinah wasn't satisfied. Not completely. There was... something missing.

Sitting there in the grand meeting chamber of The Watchtower, Dinah felt something eating away at her. An emptiness. A yearning. Ever since the night of busting Kaplan, she felt it.

A hand on her shoulder shook Dinah from her thoughts. It was Superman, standing tall over her, looking proud, concerned, guilty, all at the same time.

"Sorry I couldn't make it to crash the party with you. I was off-world-"

"It's fine. Really." Dinah offered a faint smile, hoping that would placate him. "It all worked out in the end. The good guys won."

She rose from her seat, feeling his hand retreat from her shoulder. The warmth buzzed even through her leather jacket. A pleasant feeling... but not as pleasing as she knew it could be.

Then Batman was there as well, sliding up beside Big Blue in silence. Both men stood a full head taller than Dinah. Towers of hard muscle, wrapped tight in gray and blue and black and red. It was irksome, standing in the shadow of men... appealing as well, under the right circumstances.

Dinah blinked, forcing herself to focus. Batman was speaking to her.

"You handled yourselves well."

"Yeah, well... the girls had a good reason to." Dinah sighed.

Any other time, it would have made her day. Praise from the big, bad Batman was as rare as a five-leaf clover. Today, though, nearly everything lacked a certain luster.

Superman noticed. The man had super senses. How could he not?

"Listen, Dinah... If you feel you need to take some time off, decompress, clear your head, nobody would blame you."

Batman was there to back him up.

"It's been weeks since you took down Kaplan and her mind control operation. And you spent some time undercover, digging deep into that darkness. After a mission like that, you should take it easy."

Another rarity unfolding before Dinah's very eyes: The Caped Crusader and the Man of Tomorrow on the same page.

Even the side of Dinah that usually liked arguing with the top dog Leaguers couldn't ignore the truth of it. And as much as it irked her to admit it, when Batman and Superman tell you to take a break, you take a break.

"A few days off couldn't hurt..." She mumbled under her breath.

"Exactly." Superman looked relieved. "If not for yourself, do it for us. We worry about you, Dinah. You, Helena, and Barbara."

"Get in touch with them if you can." Batman added. "They're your team. It might be best if you worked off that stress together."

Again, Dinah could only see the truth in their words. Their concern was noble... and greatly appreciated.

A break would do her some good. And it gave her the perfect chance to deal with that feeling. That emptiness...

- - -

A quick jump through the zeta tube had Dinah back planetside. Out of her hero garb, her civilian dress was hip-hugging jeans and a dark jacket over a black sweater - Fall in Gotham was often chilly.

Off-duty, without the obligation of hero work, Dinah had nothing but time. She figured she might as well spend it scratching that itch.

That need she felt, that yearning, it had only gotten worse since leaving the Watchtower. Luckily she knew how to satisfy it. More than that, she knew where.

Surrounding the blonde was Gotham suburb. Upper class. Stretching out before her eyes were rows of grand homes, two stories or more, each with neat, clean, manicured lawns and trimmed hedges. Peering into the backyards, Dinah spotted pools, gazebos, entire guest homes. Even the sidewalks were spotless.

It was a familiar place and still Dinah found herself bemused. This was not the Gotham she was used to. The wealthy lived on another planet.

But then again... Dinah's world had changed considerably.

She came upon a house. Two stories, painted white. A single Cadillac minivan in the driveway. Front yard boasted a brick path right up to the dark oaken door, flanked on each side by a towering tree. The leaves had just started to turn.

Dinah spotted the numbers set upon the brick mailbox. 62315 Hill Boulevard.

Same as last time, she mused.

"This is a bad idea." She told herself, sighing.

Even so, she started up the brick path. Towards the front door.

Each step closer seemed to send her heart pounding faster, harder. By the time she was standing on the front porch, Dinah felt like her blood was boiling in her veins. Her sweater, her jacket, her pants, they all felt so tight, so snug.

Dinah gave the door a knock. She swallowed and waited.

"A bad fucking idea." She muttered, hugging her arms close to her belly. She didn't feel cold but was shivering all the same.

She heard the sound of approaching footsteps. She held her breath. The handle turned. The door opened.

Helena Bertinelli stood in the doorway.

Dinah took her in. Sharp Italian features. Full lips. Piercing blue eyes. Raven black tresses slightly tussled. Cheeks flushed a faint pink. She was dressed in a purple blouse and a black pencil skirt - both a little ruffled. Dinah noted her friend was breathing heavily, chest rising and falling, like she had just finished a round of sprints. But what Dinah noticed most of all was that Helena looked relieved to see her.

"Hey." Helena greeted.

"Hey." Dinah shifted her weight from one foot to the other. The two women said nothing for a moment. The sounds of rustling leaves and chirping birds filled the gap.

"You took your time." Helena stepped back, holding the door open.

Dinah took the invitation, moving into the house. She was greeted with warmth and the buzz of excitement dancing down her back. Just like last time.

"I had a meeting. League stuff. But now I'm free. Got some time off."

"Let's not waste it. Come on."

Helena closed the door behind them. Dinah heard the click of the turning lock. She breathed in, settled her nerves. But still they thrummed with life. Helena motioned for Dinah to follow, so she did. The two women moved into the living room.

The large flatscreen was on but muted. The channel it was tuned to was whatever. Dinah didn't care. Her eyes were drawn to the sofa across the room... and the lone figure seated upon it.

Short brown hair, neatly trimmed and styled. Fresh, youthful face but masculine as well. His figure was lean and fit. An athlete's body paired with the simple benefit of good genetics. A handsome young man dressed in fine clothes, dark jeans and a button-up shirt - unbuttoned now. Showing off just how fit he was.

Matthew Reston. And he looked very happy to see her.

The teenager stood up as his two guests moved further into the living room - his living room. His eyes were bright, shining with boyish excitement, keen interest, and some measure of concern, all at the same time.

"Hey, Miss B." He smiled as he said it. Boyish charm that made Dinah's heart feel like it was full of butterflies.

"That's not her real name, Matthew." Helena reminded him.

"Right. Sorry." His expression faltered. A flash in the eyes. A look of guilt. "I'm just glad you could both make it."

The aftermath of the Kingston Brotherhood bust had shaken the young man. Not as much as it had shaken the young female students and teachers of course, but Reston and the other boys didn't exactly come out of the ordeal with puffed chests and swollen egos.

He wasn't the smug, cocky villain Dinah had believed him to be. His villainy had been Kaplan's all along. Artificial, much like the obedience that had been forced onto Helena and all those other women.

But the way he'd made Helena feel... the way he'd made Dinah feel... the way he touched them, loved them, fucked them... that had been real. Too real.

And neither Dinah and Helena were willing to walk away from it. Not yet.

Dinah moved in closer, shrugging off her jacket. Reston - Matthew - looked her over, his appreciating gaze roaming over her tight jeans and snug sweater. Dinah kept an even face, kept up a veneer of calm, but her body, her skin was buzzing.

"How long do we have?" She asked Helena, keeping her eyes locked with Matthew's.

"The whole weekend." Helena answered.

Dinah parted his unbuttoned shirt, sliding her hands over his firm, bare chest - and noted with a smirk the hickeys Helena had already left. Helena came in to take the young man's opposite flank. He was outnumbered.

"Parents are out of town. Corporate board meetings on the other side of the country." Matthew explained. His voice was rough now, strained and clipped as the two women set upon him.

Helena was the first to dive back in, putting her lips to Mark's neck - resuming the fun she'd been having before Dinah knocked at the door. The young man groaned, sliding his arms around the waists of both women, bringing them in closer.

Together they fell back onto the sofa.

The hesitancy Dinah felt had vanished. All that wariness that swirled in her gut had been burned away by that wicked heat, that neediness to quench that hunger, that yearning. To fill that emptiness that had been gnawing at her insides. She straddled Matthew's thigh, tugging off her sweater. Bare skin met the warm air. The small delight drew a sigh from her lips. She put her mouth to the young man's chest, dragging her tongue over him. Tasting Reston again. Dinah moaned, delight welling up in her belly as she felt the teenager's arm coil around waist, drawing her in close.

So hot. His body was so hot and so firm.

"Fuck." Dinah breathed, pulling away from Matthew's throat. She sat up on his lap, looking down. She saw him, half-naked with hazy, happy eyes. He grinned up at her.

Fucker, she thought.

"Hey, I probably said this last time, but I'm really sorry about all the stuff-"

Helena silenced him before Dinah could, breaking from her hickey-giving to press a finger to his lips. She sat up as well, straddling Matthew's other thigh.

"You don't have to apologize for anything. Kaplan was controlling you like she was controlling everyone else."

"None of that mess was your fault." Dinah agreed. Her hands continued to roam over Matthew's body, slipping under his open shirt to slide it over his shoulders. Revealing more trim, youthful muscle. Her mouth was practically watering at the sight. But Dinah kept her cool. "But... it's clear that the effect of the black stone and those rings... lingers on."

Matthew nodded, shrugging off his shirt the rest of the way. Leaving him naked from the waist up. Both women had their hands on him, feeling him freely. Not that the teenager seemed to mind.

"Right. Like an echo, you said."

"It was powerful magic. The kind that sticks around. But it'll fade. Eventually." Helena was tugging off her blouse now, too. There was no bra underneath. Pale C-cups swept into the open air, pink nipples poking out. Dinah reached back to unclasp hers. The garment loosened in the front and fell away. Dinah tossed it to the side. Then she started working on her jeans.

"So until then... we're just going to ride it out." Dinah told him.

"Work it out of our systems." Helena added.

"Squeeze it out if we have to."

Matthew's eyes lit up at that. And Dinah felt a giddiness twist in her belly. She felt like she was a teenager again, fooling around with some boy her dad would hate.

"I like that plan." The teenager said quietly.

"I'll bet you do." Dinah smirked. She dipped down and kissed him. Her belly turned to the fluttering of butterflies and swirling of red hot embers.

The kiss dragged on, lips sliding and moving, deepening to involve the dancing of tongues, continuing until Dinah's lungs burned. Then they broke apart, gasping. Only for Helena to take her turn. Dinah watched them kiss, watched how Helena ran her fingers through Matthew's hair, watched how Matthew slid his arms around Helena's hips to grope at her tight, perky ass.

Helena broke away, leaving Matthew sprawled against the backrest. She turned to Dinah. Their eyes met. Dinah could see the hunger, the desire. It matched her own. A blaze that swallowed them both.

The two women, the two friends, came together. Locking lips. It felt good. It made Dinah feel alive.

When the two heroines pulled apart, they turned their eyes back on Reston. Dinah wanted to giggle, seeing the expression on the young man's face. He had more than enjoyed the show.

But now it was time for the main event.

Helena lifted herself from Matthew, standing so that she could shimmy out of her skirt. Dinah followed, doing the same with her pants. Both women slid fabric down their legs, baring themselves even further. All the while, Matthew sat and watched.

Excitement swirled in his eyes. Eagerness that only a young man could have. The way he looked at them both, the way he hungered for their touch, their bodies, their sweet, naked flesh... Dinah felt her belly twist and coil and tighten. It was a wicked thrill. A twisted desire for the forbidden.

Naked and willing, both women moved upon their target again. Together, their hands went for his jeans.

"Don't hog him this time." Helena told Dinah. "Remember, we're sharing."

"Kid's got enough cock for the both of us." Dinah shot back. She flashed Matthew a devious smile. "Ain't' that right, stud?"

Matthew didn't answer with words. In fact, Dinah answered for him by tugging his pants down to his knees. The teenager let out a happy groan, delighted to be freed. His manhood sprouted up, thick and swollen. Already the tip was leaking, that fattened cockhead glistening with precum. Veins bulged along the shaft, flowing with hot blood. Dinah's mouth watered.

His cock twitched in the open air. An invitation if Dinah ever saw one.

Dinah and Helena shared a look. Shared understanding. Shared hunger.

Then the Huntress and the Canary descended upon their prey.

- - -

On the other side of Gotham, a comm device went unanswered.

A cell phone lit up with unread text messages.

A hero suit lay strewn about an apartment floor, discarded.

And a bed... a bed was creaking. Shaking.

Up and down. Up and down. Up and down.

Sometimes fast. Sometimes slow. Sometimes wild, without rhythm.

All of it done in the chase of pleasure.

"I can't believe I made out with Batgirl." A rough voice groaned.

What followed were grunts, low and deep and rumbling. Matching it were light gasps and soft moans, feminine and sweet.

"You're doing a lot more than that now, buster." Barbara Gordon huffed, laughing. She planted her hands on Andrew Westfield's bare chest, holding steady as she rocked her hips back and forth. She rode the younger man, feeling his fat cock stretch her tight cunt with every stroke. She clenched around him, whimpering at the delicious strain. "Fuck, what the hell are they feeding you boys these days?"

It was Andrew's turn to laugh. The blond jock chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest.

"Same as always. This is all me." The teenager boasted.

His hands came to her hips, thick fingers sinking into soft flesh as he held her tight. His touch was sweet fire against her skin.

"I'll say. Every fucking inch of you." Barbara swept some of her dark red hair from her face, working her hips faster.

She looked down into her lover's eyes, seeing how he adored her, craved her, how he loved being so deep inside her. When was the last time a guy looked at her like that? With affection so plain and open and simple?

So what if he was on the younger side? He had a man's body... with a man's needs.

And what better way to work off the lingering magic than this?

She rocked her hips hard enough to make Andrew curse. His cock rattled deep. It was exquisite. She wanted more. So much more.

"You know..." Barbara hummed. "I always had a thing for jocks."

GOOD END