Chapter 4 - What of the Bat?
Supergirl would be out for several hours now, he knew. ample time to work on his next project. Batgirl stirred as he entered her bedroom. Her eyes opened in shock as she was momentarily confused by her surroundings - then her reprogramming kicked in and she relaxed, accepting them as her own and giving them a familiarity which Prometheus doubted she had ever truly felt for a home in her chaotic life.
Hers had been a most interesting mind and one he was determined to get on his side, and to amplify. Her ability to read bodies, to think in body movements and interpret intentions from body language would be invaluable in time. Her ability to speak and communicate in normal language inhibited her special abilities, so he had removed it completely from her mind. Her body would now talk for her. Her every communication would be an act, and the only words she would understand would be from the body language and actions of others.
He walked up to her and pulled her still sleepy head towards his, kissing her deeply. She reacted eagerly, kissing with a passion that surprised him and wrapped her arms tight around his back, pressing her breasts tight against his chest. He broke the kiss and moved her arms from around him and looked at her again.
She was sitting upright in the bed on her knees, wearing only a black T-Shirt with a bat-emblem stretching across her chest. He noticed the slight bulge on the shoulder where the bandages were packed, but that had only been a flesh wound he knew and shouldn't be a problem for too much longer. The t-shirt was cut shirt and ended just above her naval, exposing her beautifully toned stomach to his eyes. His eyes moved further down to her waist and her legs, a foot apart were they knelt on the bed, gave a tantalizingly narrow view of her dark bush below.
He had only put on a pair of boxer briefs for the walk between bedrooms (he had, of course, had a quick shower to wash the sweat off his body and Supergirl's cum off his dick) and while he stood back admiring his new possession she reached forward and pulled them down, exposing him to her. She smiled as she saw the blood flowing into his cock and took it gently into her mouth while her hand stroked it to full erection. He leaned forward and that action combined with her leaning forward pushed his 9 inch cock deep into her mouth and his cockhead into her throat. His eyes raised themselves to the ceiling in pleasure as her tongue lashed his shaft and her hands gently cupped and played with his balls. Slowly she pulled her head back, her tongue lancing around his shaft as it withdrew until only the head remained in her mouth and was thoroughly scrubbed by her skillful blowjob.
His hands roamed over her chest, gently stroking her nipples through the fabric and exciting her further as she deep-throated him again and her hands moved to his naked buttocks as she pulled herself to the base of his cock until her nose was buried in his silver pubic hair, then pushed herself away until once more only his head remained in her mouth. He could feel himself ready to come soon, and so could she. Again she left only his cockhead in her mouth as her hand moved to his shaft and gripped firmly, slowly jerking him to orgasm. Her pace slowly built up until she was jerking him like a piston and her tongue was lacing his head so it felt as if 10 tongues were doing the stimulating.
Finally he could take no more. He pulled her mouth of his cock and came as her hand danced up and down his shaft. His first spurt hit her on the face, leaving a trail of cum from her forehead, over her eye and down her cheek to her neck. The second she was more ready for and caught it in her mouth before moving her mouth forward once more over his head and sucking the last of his cum from him. Then she sat back and cleaned her face with her fingers, wetting them and scooping up his cum and feeding it into her mouth.
He smiled as he regained his senses. Shit, that was a good blowjob! He supposed he had better reward her for her efforts. He grabbed her legs behind her knees and pulled, bringing her feet out from under her and dragging her pert backside along to the edge of the bed. Then he pulled and lifted her up; her hands moved to shield her head from the floor but she needn't have worried - her head was clear of the floor and he lifted her further until her knees were resting back over his shoulders, her backside against his chest. Her hands moved to support some of her weight but almost buckled as she felt his tongue slash across her clit.
Her legs crossed over at the back of his head to lend some support to each other as she tried to push herself up higher, to move her cunt closer to his mouth but she needn't have worried as his long tongue strummed her sex with precision and skill. His hands reached down to her breasts - her t-shirt had fallen down to cover her face and her nipples were totally exposed to him - and began to play a harmonizing tune down there. As his tongue strummed, his fingers plucked and tweaked, pinching and stroking until Batgirl wasn't sure which sensation was going to come from where. As his mouth gave a nibble on her love bud so would his fingers gently rub across her nipples. Her head thrashed from side to side trailing her black hair across the floor as her senses tried to make order from the conflicting feelings across her body and her legs tightened their grip around his neck as his one hand left her breast and moved up to gently rub her clitoris while his tongue delved deep into her cunt.
She gasped in pleasure as a new sensation was added by his long tongue plunging in and out of her slit until finally she could take no more. Her hands braced against the floor and her legs tightened further around his neck as a powerful orgasm ploughed through her young body. She thrust herself higher, as close to his mouth as she could while wave of heavenly pleasure washed through her, intensified by the feeling of him drinking her copious love juices from her crack. Finally the last gasps of orgasm ended and her legs relaxed. Her arms buckled and she fell to the floor, lying there gasping on the cold tiles.
Prometheus bent down and picked her up, placing her gently on the bed. She opened her eyes again and smiled, miming a kiss. He lay down beside her and pulled her into a deep hug. She reacted immediately, gripping him tightly and moving her mouth up to his, kissing him lovingly. She broke the kiss for a second as she pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and dropped it to the floor. He kissed her deeply again and she raised her leg over his body until she was straddling him; her hand lifted his cock of his belly and she rocked back, taking him quickly and deeply inside her. He looked at her and saw her eyes glaze over as her sight left her eyes and knew that she was focusing totally on the feeling of him in side her. She was now deaf and her sense of smell would be gone. He gave a quick thrust from beneath her and smiled as he saw her mouth open in a wide "O" as pleasure assailed her senses.
The he twisted her over and came down on top of her, thrusting deep within her at the same time. Then he too began to shut off ancillary senses. Sound and sight went and he became totally dependent on the sense of touch, touching her. Smell went and his last smell remained on his mind: the smell of her. As each sense shut down the feeling of her sex increased until his body was his cock sliding in and out of her cunt, again and again. And her world consisted only of his cock inside her. She was aware of his chest sliding against her nipples and of his mouth on her mouth, their tongues dueling but only as one would be aware of a bass player in a rock band - as harmonious background somehow amplifying the effect of the whole.
He had no need to play this one, he realized. She knew what he strove for and contained her orgasm, held it back while continuing to let it build. The tempo slowly built and he could sense the growing excitement within her as her juices began to flow more freely inside her pussy, lubricating his every stroke more and urging him to pick up speed. As he complied and picked up the pace she squeezed in on his cock, eager for the sensation which her lubrication was denying her and urging him faster still.
Finally the orchestra reached it's crescendo and they both climaxed powerfully: him thrusting hard into her to get every ounce of sperm out of his balls and her grabbing hard around his back with her arms and legs, drawing herself closer to him and him deeper into her. Finally the manic thrusting stopped and Prometheus lay there on her, slowly reordering his senses once more to normality. Batgirl's arms and legs left his back and slid back onto the bedspread as consciousness left her once more and left her in the land of pleasant dreams.
Chapter Five - The Next Part of the Plan
Prometheus stood up slowly and walked towards the shower. This was his triumph! He had successfully subjugated the Superslut and the BatShag. They were his now with no way back. And they had brought knowledge and everyone knew knowledge was power. As the warm water of the shower washed over him he considered his new knowledge and the best use of it. He knew from Supergirl Superman's secret identity, along with his family details. She had also taught him facts from her former teammates at the Titans - Arsenal, Troia, Green Lantern and Jesse Quick were all known to him: who they were, their strengths and more importantly: their weaknesses.
From the Bat chick he knew of Oracle, the famed information broker in Gotham: her current base and setup. He was looking forward to seeing her again, after she had broken his last helmet in that abortive World War 3 debacle. Plus he knew the faces (if not the names and locations) of Batman, Nightwing, Robin, Spoiler and Huntress. The question was, who to move on first?
Plus he had the added priority of a small debt he had to pay off - places like this, especially if needed in a hurry, didn't come cheap and unless he came up with an alternative it could well cost him Batgirl.
But the knowledge he had gained already made him realize the power of information. That alone made Batgirl number 1 - Oracle - his first target. He stepped out of the shower cubicle and padded through the bedroom, glancing at Batgirl as he went. She lay there on the bed, arms and legs spread and an almost ridiculous grin on her face. He had to admit he was getting rather fond of her and would definitely prefer not to lose her.. Even as payment for this setup! He hoped that grin on her face was not a portent of things to come for her.
He stepped out of the bedroom and made his way to his study. His study was out in the garden, near to a copse of trees, and he had to walk around the pool to get there. On an impulse he dropped his towel on the floor and dived into the pool, feeling immediately refreshed by the cool water surrounding him. He surfaced and heard a splash behind him - someone else had joined him. He swung around as a young brunette broke surface a few feet from him. He was momentarily confused until he remembered. "Linda, glad to see you in the land of the living again"
She moved closer to him "Good to be back. God, what a workout you gave me earlier. I think I'm still coming from it!"
She reached up and kissed him on the mouth, opening her lips slightly and running the tip of her tongue along his lips.
"What have you been up to?" she asked sweetly.
He grabbed her chin and held her face up, checking her eyes and making sure in his own mind that she wasn't questioning him for motives other than love or caring. But her eyes remained lost and lovelorn as she gazed at him, a look of puzzlement on her face from this sudden rough grip. "Nothing," he answered. "Just breaking in your Bat friend.".
"Ooooh,"she squealed. "Was she good"
"Amazing!" said Prometheus, smiling at the memory.
"Oh." She looked genuinely disappointed. "Perhaps I need to give you a reason to remember little old me."
He looked at her. Strangely enough she looked even better without her Supergirl wig on. Her looks were all natural and her youthful innocent look was unhidden behind the blonde fringe she wore with the wig. "No need," he said. "You're both pretty amazing." And he smiled at his own wisdom, for rewriting their brains with the sexual knowledge of some of the highest priced hookers in the world.
"Go back to bed" he said, "I'll be back shortly - I just need to do a little research."
She looked disappointed but also knew his words were a command, and she would never disobey a command from the man she loved. She nodded and stood up. Prometheus watched her pretty ass as she padded across the paving stones back to her bedroom.
He dipped himself under the water again to clear his head once more then climbed out of the pool, wrapping his towel around his waist and continuing his journey to the study. Once there he called up a street map of Gotham and began looking at addresses. He had written a program to read landmarks from Batgirl's knowledge of locations and from there extrapolate the addresses that he sought. He looked at the first target - a building owned by Bruce Wayne, of course The top floor penthouse apartment was his aim there and he brought the map up to 3D relief and looked at entry and exit routes. Very basic - its main defence was its relative anonymity. And alert systems which would notify her of any attack and allow her to call in the Bat-Force. Maybe the answer was not to attack her in her lair. He would think on that.
The map also flashed up a quiet suburban house, off the island, where Stephanie the Spoiler lived. Next he moved focus to Helena Bertinelli's flat
The question remained unanswered as 2 large houses flashed for attention - Wayne Manor, home of Bruce Wayne, the Batman, and it's neighbour where Tim the Boy Wonder lived. Although current records did say that Timothy Drake was out of town at boarding school.. Explains Gotham's lack of Robin over the last few months, thought Prometheus.
Finally he looked at locations for Dick Grayson (Nightwing), Donna Troy (Troia), Jesse Quick, Roy Harper (Arsenal), Kyle Rayner (Green Lantern) and Clark Kent (duh!). This would be a good haul, he thought. Chuckling as he walked away from his study and back to Supergirl's bedroom.
Part 2 Epilogue: Meanwhile.
Oracle stared at the monitor again. None of this was making any sense. 2 of the foremost super heroines of the world couldn't just disappear, could they? She knew that the bar was the key. She couldn't explain why - maybe women's intuition - because Batman had checked it out thoroughly and had reluctantly given the place a clean bill of health. Security cameras had shown Supergirl as Linda Danvers enters the bar with a companion. She left and entered again, then left taking her companion with her. The timing tied in with Batman's records of their rooftop meeting so why did this bug her so much?
Batman was patrolling again. It was almost dawn but that did not bother him
Superman flew over Gotham once more, his eyesight scanning for any trace of Supergirl and Batgirl. Batman had forbidden him from setting foot in the city since the two girls had vanished, with his last help being that Supergirl's car had been driven off from that spot (about 5 parking spaces away from the bar) and had headed North (in the direction of the city limits) before all trace of the tyres on the road was lost in the busy high streets of Gotham. He headed back to Metropolis to wait for news.
Oracle stared at the security camera footage again, this time of the moments between Linda leaving and reentering. There is her companion (Buzz, apparently) finishing his beer, talking to the barman, getting another beer. There is Linda reentering, grabbing Buzz and leaving. Oracle blinked and reran that part again. He didn't pay for his drink.
She ran the section of film through analysis again. That 30 second clip, from him getting a second beer to them leaving she placed in the Cray IV supercomputer for analysis - the program she was running would take time but would give a definitive answer as to whether the film had been tampered with or not. Problem is it would take several hours, and she had several other leads to follow up...
To be continued!