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Chapter 4: The Huntress
Tim Drake sat in front of the computer. Bruce was busy with obligations he had to ignore, while they were busy tracking down the Joker. Tim was going over the police files for the time they were busy. They had to make up for the time they were busy. As he was busy going over notes about a particular case, Alfred entered the cave.
"Can I get you something to eat, Master Tim?" Alfred asked. Tim realized he had been so busy he had forgotten to eat.
"Yeah, Alfred, that would be great," Tim answered, never looking away from the screen. Alfred went back up to the mansion to start on dinner for Tim. "Holy Shit!" Tim exclaimed.
On the screen in front of him was a blonde haired teenager. "Stef!" It was a picture of his friend Stephanie. She was the daughter of the costumed villain The Cluemaster. According to the police report, she had gone missing. She had been missing for over a week.
Tim suddenly felt very guilty. He knew that Steph had once dressed up in a costume to ruin her father’s plans. Since then she had been going out dressed as The Spoiler and had even accompanied him every once in a while. He knew he should have stopped her. He had half-heartily attempted a few times, but he never actually put a stop to her nocturnal activities. Their trips together had turned into dates and he had started to consider her as his girl friend, or at least Robin’s girlfriend, as Arianna was his girlfriend as well. Now it looked like something terrible had happened to her. If he had just stopped her from going out, she probably wouldn’t be missing.
He read over all of the notes and reports the GCPD had on the case. Apparently her mother had woken up one morning and she was not home. Her bed had apparently not even been slept in. Unfortunately, they didn’t have any clues and didn’t have any hope of finding her. It was up to him. He knew her better than the GCPD and even knew things about her that her mother didn’t know. With out even turning off the computer, Robin headed to the Redbird and headed out of the Batcave. Alfred came down into the cave a little while later. He had a tray with food on it in his hand. He found the Batcave empty and a picture of a blonde teenage girl on the computer screen.
"Oh, dear." Alfred said.
She stood in a tree over looking the security fence. Her purple costume helped her blend in with the shadows. She was the Huntress and her prey was in the mansion. She could see across the well-manicured lawn to Morelli’s mansion. She had learned that mob boss Di Cocco was visiting from New York and she was going to make sure he knew he was not welcome in Gotham. The mansion belonged to local mob boss Edward "The Bear" Morelli.
Morelli had a few men walking the circumference of his property, guarding it. The Huntress waited until one of the men was directly under the tree she was in before leaping out at him. She was completely quiet, but he saw a flash of movement in the corner of his eye. He turned just in time to get the bottom of her boot in his face. He fell to the ground, out cold. She checked his pulse, to make she he was till alive. She dragged his unconscious form up against the tree and sat him up against it.
She quickly made her way to the mansion. She stayed in the shadows and made it up to the side of the mansion undetected. There were two large goons standing by the front door. There were a number of large cars parked in the driveway and it was obvious that Morelli had guests. There were no guards guarding the kitchen door, though. She crept around back. It became obvious why no one was guarding here. There was an electronic lock on the back door.
Robin pulled the Redbird up and parked along the side of the road. Steph’s house was just up the road. Keeping to the shadows, Robin made his way to her house. He could see Stephanie’s mother in asleep on the couch in the living room. Using the large oak tree in front of her house, Robin climbed up to her bedroom window, as he had so many times before.
He lucked out and her window was unlocked. He carefully opened her window and slipped inside. He pulled out a flashlight from his utility belt. The wide beam swept across the room, showing that it was in a slight state of disarray. It looked like some one had gone through her stuff looking for any indication why she might have run away. Robin made his way to her closet. The problem the police were having was that they were looking for something to give them a clue. Robin discovered a clue due to a lack of something. There was no sign of her Spoiler costume. As he feared, she was out as the Spoiler and something had happened to her. He made his way back out the window and back to the Redbird.
The Huntress pulled a knife out of her boot and used it to pry open the case on the lock. Once the lock was open, she had no problem unlocking the door. She slipped inside; making sure the door was closed behind her, and found herself in a large kitchen. There were a number of dirty dishes piled up, further indicating a large number of visitors. She stood in the dark kitchen, listening for any sounds of people. She could here Morelli’s voice, coming from several rooms away. She followed the sound of the voice. It led her out of the kitchen and into the dining room. The dining room table, a large oak table, had been cleared and cleaned already. Morelli’s voice was coming from the other side of the far door. She slowly crept across the dining room floor and stopped in front of the door. She could hear Morelli clearly. He was talking to some one.
"I’m sure we can do business together," Morelli was saying. "Gotham is a dangerous place with more than it’s share of costumed freaks." The Huntress gritted her teeth. "Much more dangerous than New York."
"New York has it’s own dangers and pitfalls," a deep voice answered. The Huntress figured it had to be Di Cocco.
"If you can provide me with more muscle, I can provide you with some funds. We can take out the Bat and I’ll cut you in on a piece of the pie." Huntress slammed her shoulder into the door, forcing it open. It swung wide, slamming into the wall. Huntress was able to see everyone in the room. The room itself was a study, with some seats and some bookshelves. There was a desk in one corner and a large fireplace. Morelli was sitting on a love seat, while a large older man sat in a stuffed chair next to him. There were four other goons in the room.
The Huntress raised a hand at the guy by the large fireplace. With a flick of her wrist, the small crossbow she held fired. The bolt pierced the man’s coat sleeve, pinning it to the mantle. "What the fuck?" Morelli yelled.
"There will be no deals!" the Huntress said, trying to mimic the tone the Batman always used to good effect.
"Get her!" Morelli yelled. The other three goons rushed her. Morelli and DI Cocco remained seated. Huntress snapped her foot up, smashing her purple boot into the face of the first man to reach her. His head rocked back as his nose broke. He fell backward, his eyes watering and blood flowing freely down his face. He hit the floor right in front of the second guy, tripping him up. The third guy, who was on the other side of the room, reached the Huntress. He took a swing at her, which she ducked under. He took two quick jabs at her face, which she danced back from before responding with a punch to the man’s gut. His breath was forced out of him, but he still took a swing at her, catching her just above the ear. Her head rang from the blow, but she kicked out with her left foot anyway. Her boot slammed into the man’s shin. He yelped in pain, momentarily distracted. She took advantage the situation to hit the underside of his chin with an upper cut. His teeth snapped together and he fell backward. He landed on top of the coffee table in front of Morelli. The coffee table could not handle his weight, though and the legs snapped. The table collapsed and he fell to the floor on top of it, moaning in pain.
The second guy was starting to get up, so she kicked him in the side, causing him to fall back down in pain. The guy she had left pinned to the mantle was free from his coat and advancing menacingly at her. He slammed his fist into his palm with a load smack. He gripped hard and the knuckles in his hand popped loudly. Her head had already cleared from the hit the other guy had on her. She took a defensive stance and waited for the guy to get in range. He seemed to be about six feet four inches tall and had longer arms than she did, giving him the advantage of range. She hoped that she was faster. Suddenly he yelled and ran at her. She did not expect that and did not manage to get out of his way. He grabbed her and carried her forward, slamming her into the wall behind her.
A gasp of breath escaped as she hit the wall. There was a sharp crack as her skull bounced off the wall as well. The man’s breath stunk of garlic. His face was only a few inches from hers when she hit. The pain of smashing her head blossomed in her brain and she closed her eyes momentarily. The man let go of her and she slumped against the wall. His fist slammed into her stomach, lifting her off the floor and slamming her into the wall again.
"I got the bitch," the man said to his bosses. Her anger raised. She opened her eyes to see him standing in front of her, his head turned as he talked to Morelli and Di Cocco. She slammed her fist into his gut, but it felt like hitting a concrete wall. He turned back to her, grinning. "Looks like she still has a little fight left in her." He brought his hand around quickly, backhanding her. Her face stung from the force of the blow and she knew she would have a bruise. His fist slammed into her stomach once more and she felt bile raise in her throat. Suddenly he grabbed her by the throat, choking her. He lifted her off the floor, her feet dangling. "He he, Maybe I should just break your neck." She grabbed at his fingers, trying to pry them off of her throat. She tried desperately to breathe, but the iron like grip was keeping her from getting the oxygen she needed. Her hands slapped and scratched the man’s arms, ineffectively.
Her vision started to go red, a sign that she was about to pass out. She gathered as much strength as she could and kicked with her right leg. Luck was with her, though and her foot slipped neatly between the man’s two legs. Nothing stopped their momentum until her foot crashed into the man’s balls. The man immediately released her from his grip. She fell to the ground. The man fell to the ground as well, his hands going to his injured groin. The pain was so intense, the man started throwing up, and emptying what he had ate of the large dinner on the floor of the study. For her part, the Huntress gasped trying to get air back into her lungs.
As she started to gain her senses again, she heard the sound of some one clapping. She looked up to see Di Cocco and Morelli applauding her. "Very well done," they cheered. She slowly got to her feet. The thugs were still lying on the floor, either unconscious or whimpering in pain. Her anger cut through the haze in her mind and she strode purposefully toward the two mob bosses.
"I’m shutting you down, Morelli. Di Cocco, your kind isn’t wanted here in Gotham," she continued toward them.
"Oh, I think I’m wanted," Di Cocco said. "You’ll see that, as soon as the master deals with you."
"Master? What are you talking about?" she answered, suddenly taken off guard.
"Him," Di Cocco answered and gestured toward the door. Huntress wheeled about quickly to see the Mad Hatter standing in the doorway.
"Very well done, my dear," he praised her.
"What are you up to, Hatter?" she demanded.
"Boys," the Mad Hatter said. Di Cocco and Morelli suddenly grabbed the Huntress. She struggled to break free from their grasp, but was still tired from fighting their henchmen. The Mad Hatter pulled something that looked like a Buck Rogers space gun out of his suit jacket.
"What the hell is that?" Huntress asked, suddenly very afraid.
"This will bring you to Wonderland," the Hatter smirked. He pointed it at her face and pulled the trigger. Bright lights flashed and the Huntress’s mind was reprogrammed. She became another one of the Mad Hatter’s slaves. "Excellent," the Hatter stated to no one in particular. He walked into the room, where many of the men lay on the floor. "Girls!"
Three women entered the room. The first was Catwoman. She wore her mask and purple cat suit and had her whip at her side. The Spoiler, who still wore her purple hood, followed her, but her face was no longer hidden by a mask. Behind the Spoiler was Harley Quinn, the Joker’s ex-girlfriend. She still wore red and black tights, but the crotch had been removed. She also wore nothing to hide her tits, which were now painted white, just like her face.
"Girls, why don’t you help your new sister learn to relax. Boys, I’m sure you would like to lend a helping hand." The thugs got back up from the floor.
Di Cocco turned the Huntress to face him and kissed her. Her mouth opened to receive his tongue. Their tongues chased each other from mouth to mouth. Meanwhile, Morelli came up behind her. He reached around her with his hands and started fondling her tits and tweaking her nipples. She rubbed her ass back against his groin and reached behind her with her hands to pull him close. She felt Morelli’s cock grow in his pants.
The Spoiler approached one of the thugs. He grinned at her and she cupped his groin with her hand. He pulled her close and started kissing her, his hands going to her tits. As he mauled her tits, she reached into his pants to play with his cock, which started to harden. Another guy came up behind her. He reached under her cape and grabbed her pants. He started pulling them down, exposing her blonde cunt.
Harley did a summersault and landed in front of one of the men. As she landed, she slid down into a split, so that she was on the floor in front of him, with her face even with his groin. She unbuttoned his pants and pulled them open, then fished in for his prick. It started to get hard, as she pulled it out and started jacking her fist up and down it. Another man walked over to the two of them and pulled out his own cock, rubbing it in her face. She replaced his hand with her own and started jacking on both cocks.
Catwoman turned to the Hatter and ran her hands up and down his chest before kneeling before him and pulling out his cock. As the Hatter’s cock sprang free, Catwoman took a hold of it. She rubbed the sensitive head around her face. She took the cock and rubbed it across her lips, her tongue darting out to rasp against the tip. The Hatter let out a groan as he watched his kitten suckle on his cock. He turned to look at his puppets.
The Huntress had her pants off and was kneeling over Morelli’s face. "Mmmm! Eat my pussy!" the Huntress hissed. Di Cocco stood in front of her and she took his prick in her mouth. She moaned on the dick in her mouth as Morelli’s tongue explored her pussy, teasing her clit and licking between her nether lips. She placed her fist around Di Cocco’s dick, as she teased the head with her tongue. She held it tight as she ran her tongue down the exposed length and to his ball sack. "Yeah, suck my balls" Di Cocco groaned as she took one of his balls into her mouth and ran her tight fist up and down his shaft.
The Spoiler was on her hands and knees. One of the thugs knelt in front of her, his dick in her mouth. The other was pumping into her cunt from behind. She used one hand to support herself, but the other was between her legs, rubbing her clit while she was fucked. Her tits, smaller than the other women’s, hung down from her chest. They bounced back and forth in time to the fucking she was getting.
Harley Quinn was squatting over one of the thugs, the man’s cock plunging in and out of her blonde pussy. The remaining mob goon stood right in front of her, his cock firmly planted in her mouth. Up and down she went, like squat thrusts, fucking the man on the floor while her head bobbed on the hard prick of his counter part.
The Hatter heard the zipper of Catwoman’s costume and looked down to see her peeling the front down, revealing her incredible tits. She smiled up at her master and cupped them together, as if in offering. Hatter’s face broke into a grin before pushing her down on the floor. He climbed on top of her and took one of her large nipples in his mouth. He teased the other nipple with his hand, pinching it to erection. Once both nipples were swollen and hard, he switched, taking the other into his mouth. "Oh yes! Yes, Master! Suck my big titties! Suck Kitty’s tits!" Catwoman yelled. After he had both of her large tits covered in his saliva, he climbed up her body and straddled her ribcage. His cock lay between her massive melons. "Do you want to fuck my tits, master? Do it! Fuck my big tits! Fuck them!" She pushed her tits together, forming a tight flesh tube for him. Slowly he moved his cock back and forth fucking Catwoman’s tits. He turned once more to look at his puppets.
The Huntress was now lying on the couch. Di Cocco was lying on top of her, with his cock thrusting in and out of her cunt. Morelli stood at the end of the couch, looming over her head. She held Morelli’s very large cock in her hand and was sucking on the tip, while jerking it off. She squealed when Di Cocco thrust into her. The vibrations set shivers up Morelli’s spine. Di Cocco pulled all the way out of the Huntress’s pussy, his cock bobbing as it pulled free. It was glistening and covered in her pussy juices. He took a hold of her hands and pulled her up. Morelli’s cock pulled free from her mouth and bobbed in the air as well. The Huntress got off of the couch and Di Cocco sat down. Huntress got onto the couch, straddling Di Cocco. She lined the head of his cock up with her pussy and dropped down on it. She let out a hiss of breath as his cock slowly filled her up. Her tits were in Di Cocco’s face, so he grabbed them and started fondling and sucking on them. Morelli, meanwhile, took his own cock in hand and slowly stroked it, while walking up behind Huntress. He reached around her and put his finger up to her mouth. She took it in, sucking on it like it was a minature cock. Once his finger was coated with her saliva, he pulled his finger out. While she bounced up and down in Di Cocco’s lap, Morelli stuck his spit coated finger up against the rosebud of her ass. She eagerly pressed back against his finger and it slid in up to his second knuckle. As she rode Di Cocco, Morelli finger fucked her ass, getting more and more of his finger into her. Soon he was able to slide another finger in. Once he got both fingers sliding in and out easily, he pulled them both out and stepped up behind her. Di Cocco grabbed a hold of her ass and pulled her down hard on his cock. He held her tight as Morelli lined his large cock up with her ass and slowly pushed forward. Huntress let out a low moan as he slowly slid in a few inches. He pulled out an inch, then thrust forward another few inches. Her ass was incredibly tight and he had to stop to let her adjust to it. He stood behind her, with his cock several inches in her ass, while Di Cocco held her still on his cock, which was buried in her pussy.
Spoiler, meanwhile, had been fucking back on the mob man’s cock and sucking on the other one. The duel attack kept her off guard and she quickly climbed toward an orgasm. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth as her pussy squeezed the man’s cock, trying to milk his come out of him. It was of no use, however, because the Mad Hatter’s control kept the men from coming until he did. She let the one in her mouth pop out and fell forward, so that the man in her pussy came out as well. She took a hold of the prick that had recently been plumbing the depths of her pussy and used it like a leash to make the owner stand up. She directed him to a chair and had him sit down. She stood up and, bending at the waist, took him into her mouth, tasting her own juices on his fuck stick. The man she had been sucking up was now looking at her straight legs and shapely ass. He moved up behind her and lined his cock up with her cunt. He slowly pushed forward, sliding into her. The angle he was fucking her at made her seem even tighter. He took a hold of her narrow waist and used it to pull her back and in his cock and push her forward. The fucking motions caused her head to move back and forth on the other man’s cock, so he was fucking her face.
Harley got tired of the squat thrusts. She sprang up from one of the thrusts and jumped up. The cock she was fucking wavered in mid air for a second before falling to the stomach of the man on the ground. She sprang toward the man she had been giving a blow job to. Her legs wrapped around the man’s waist and she leaned back away from him, so that her head was now hovering over the man on the ground. The standing man lined his cock up with her twat and started fucking her standing up, while she tilted her head back and took that man’s cock in her mouth. She pumped with her hips and sucked with her mouth, hanging in mid air between the two men. The two men groaned, incredibly turned on by the acrobatic Harley.
Hatter continued to fuck Catwoman’s tits. Her nipples rocked back and forth, as Hatter’s prick slid in and out of her tits. The head of his cock played hide and seek in her cleavage. Everytime the head of his cock got near her mouth, Catwoman’s tongue would dart out to lick it. Catwoman savored the taste of Hatter’s pre-come. She felt his cock grow harder and harder and saw the head flare and knew he was getting ready to blow his load, which would trigger a massive orgasm in his puppets. "Oh, Master! Do it! Do it! Come on my tits! Come! Come all over me!" Catwoman pleaded. It was too much for Hatter and drove him over the edge.
"Oh, my puppets! I’m coming! Coming! Come! Argh! Uhh! Hnngghhh!!!" He threw his hips forward as he came. A thick jet of come shot from the tip of his cock straight into Catwoman’s mouth, filling it. She closed her mouth to savor the taste as the next jet shot from his cock. This one had more power and landed on the forehead of her costume, leaving a white trail of come down her nose and lips to connect with his cock. The third jet left a white line down the right side of her masked face. Hatter grabbed his shooting cock and jerked on it. He pointed the tip downward and his come splattered on Catwoman’s neck. He continued to jerk his cock and streamers of come shot out onto Catwoman’s large tits. The very act of his coming on her set Catwoman into a massive orgasm. Her hips jerked and she started coming without touching herself. She snapped her hips and arched her back, thrusting her tits out for Hatter to spray with come. She felt her juices running down her thighs as she fell back down, tired from the intense orgasm.
Morelli and Di Cocco had gotten into a rhythm double fucking Huntress. As one pulled out, the other thrust in, so Huntress was always full of cock. They could feel their cocks rubbing against one another inside of her as one withdrew and the other thrust in. Huntress just lay on top of Di Cocco, delerious with pleasure as she was double penetrated. Hearing their master come sent the trigger phrase to the two men, though. Morelli pulled his bear of a cock out of Huntress’s ass with a pop. He ran his fist up and down it as he came. "OhhhhH!!!!!! Fuck! Fuck! Come! Come! COME!!!!!" He stroked his cock and streamers of come shot through the air to land on Huntress’s ass. White globs of come were soon dripping down the Huntress’s tight ass.
Meanwhile, Di Cocco blew his load as well. He thrust up into her, trying to get his cock into her as far as possible. "“Mmmm!!! Fucking cunt! Take it! Take it! Take my COME!" His cock twitched inside of her and sprayed her pussy walls with ropes of white, hot come. Feeling Di Cocco’s steel hard cock inside of her, spraying his load, sent the Huntress into convulsions. She jerked around on his spraying cock, her cunt spasming in ecstasy. Her juices were forced out between her tight cunt lips and Di Cocco’s spraying cock. The three of them collapsed on each other, exhausted from the fucking.
Spoiler was sucking hard on the man sitting in the chair, while she was fucked from behind. Suddenly, the Mad Hatter came. It triggered an orgasm in both men. The man behind her pulled out and started madly stroking his cock. "Agh! Agh! Agh! COME! Co-O-OME!" His balls pulled up tight and he started spraying come like a hose. Streamers of come shot from the tip of his cock and up over her shapely little ass to land on her back. Thin lines of come were soon running down her back and over her ass. Her own pussy was fluttering as she came as well. "Ah! Ah! Yes, baby! Yes! Do it!" she cried as she came. Her pussy juices ran freely down her thighs Her cries of ecstasy were cut short by the man in front of her coming as well.
"Take it! Take it all over your face! Gha! Ghu- Ghnnn!" He stroked his cock, aiming it straight at her face as he blew his load. The first shot arched up on and splattered on her face. Her eyes were closed tightly shut as she herself came. The second shot struck her in the middle of the forehead and started dripping down her face. The third one laned right in her mouth, cutting off her cries and causing her to choke on his come. Her eyes opened wide in time to see more streamers shoot from his cock and coat her face in white sticky come.
Harley was back on the floor, he legs spread wide, while both men knelt over her. Her hands were flying up and down their shafts, trying to make them shoot. Both men had a hand between her legs. One was fingering her pussy, while the other thrust a finger in and out of her ass. Hearing the trigger, both men’s cocks swelled up, then poured forth their come. Harley’s hands were a blur on the men’s dicks. White come shot out in droplets from one man’s cock to come down on her like warm white rain. The other one came in thin powerful bursts, shooting come all the way down her body, leaving lines and droplets of come from the edge of her blonde pussy to her neck and on her tits. Harley would have been giggling, if it weren’t for the fact that she was coming as well. She clamped her legs tightly around the men’s hands, keeping them from pulling their fingers out. "Oh yeah! Finger my ass! Make me come! Come! Here comes the clown! Clown!" She shook about beneath the two men as she came. The two men collapsed on top of her, exhausted from the hard fucking.
End of Chpater 4