Killer Shark's hips rose and fell over and over until Gypsy was nothing more than a panting naked wreck on his floor. He grinned at her. "That was a good initiation," he commented. "I live to serve," she answered obediently. "Killer Frost will show you to your room," Killer Shark said casually, getting to his feet. She nodded and left him. Killer Shark took a moment to catch his breath but found he had no desire to sleep tonight. He sent for Huntress, Harley and Ivy.

Catwoman eyed the crate suspiciously. Both teams had found a large wooden crate waiting for them. It was still night so they weren't expecting an attack but they didn't know what to expect from the box. Silently, Shiva eased open the box to reveal its contents. Supplies. Clearly Killer Shark was adding a new element to the game. There was food in there, vitally, and sleeping bags. But there were also some interesting items.

Oracle, Canary and Batwoman found their crate also contained one of Huntress' crossbows, a sword, and a climbing harness with some rope. Catwoman, Shiva, Batgirl and The Question discovered a wooden shield, a power inhibitor collar, and chains.

Misfit had ran through the forest for what seemed like days in just that one night, and now she found herself stumbling and falling. Her tired legs could carry her no further and there was no signs of the others so she slumped down against a tree. She found herself shivering in the cold. She'd narrowly escaped Killer Shark's clutches but part of her wished she hadn't. She may have been a slave but at least she wouldn't have been alone.

Killer Shark hadn't allowed his queens admittance to his chambers until they'd stripped to their underwear: just knickers and bras. Now the three of them were stood loyally in front of him, awaiting his lust. He kissed each of them in turn without a word. A simple hand gesture they'd all seen over the last few days sent them to their hands and knees. Harley eagerly wiggled her butt in the air.

Killer Shark took up position behind the three of them. Harley's skin was pale but well complimented by her red and black underwear. Ivy's underwear was a slightly darker green than her luscious lime skin. Helena Bertinelli had black underwear and her skin was beautifully tanned. Lustfully, Killer Shark spanked Huntress with one hand. Then again. His other hand joined in the rhythm on Ivy's ass. Harley, who had the good fortune to be in the middle of the three, received the tongue rather than the palm. She giggled as he licked her butt through her knickers while the other two shrieked out with each harsh slap.

Misfit could feel her eyes drooping in the darkness but she dare not sleep, not when she was on her own. She was cold tired and lost but she couldn't stop. Slowly, reluctantly, she forced herself back to her feet and traipsed through the wooded wasteland, hoping she'd find Oracle and Black Canary before long.

Catwoman and her team had no intention to sleep that night despite Killer Shark's suggestion. His providing of sleeping bags did nothing to encourage them further. Instead they kept moving, until they found a break in the forest. A large open area of green grass, illuminated in the moonlight. On that green grass were thatch hutches, fastened from straw. It didn't take long to decide that it was the ideal place to stay until it was light. Batgirl had just got a fire started for warmth and light when Catwoman re-appeared from the darkness with a shivering ginger youngster, clinging to her. Misfit.

The spanking stopped, leaving both of Ivy and Huntress' asses red and stinging and Harley's knickers soaked and sticky with Killer Shark's saliva. Huntress was left alone as Killer Shark pressed himself over the Gotham criminals' backs. He unclipped their bras with one hand and let them fall to the ground then snaked his arms around their waist, gripping a breast of each of them. He rubbed and tugged and pinched and pulled and squeezed to find what noise they made pleased him the most. For Harley it was the high pitched wail as he squeezed her tit tightly whereas for Ivy it was the passionate shriek she released when he pinched her nipple. He grinned his toothy grin.

Misfit sat by the fire, warming up, pressed against Catwoman. Selina had draped her arm over the little girl protectively and had absent-mindedly let her other hand rest on the heroine's leg. Neither of them noticed or commented on this. There was silence around the fire but Misfit could feel each of them glancing over her occasionally, trying to be subtle about it. It was subtle enough she managed to convince herself she was imagining it.

Not before too long, they retired to the huts they'd found. There were only three. Batgirl shared with Shiva and Misfit shared with Catwoman. Something had changed with Misfit since they'd last seen her. She was more... attractive. It was impossible for any of them to look at her without feeling a twange of lust. Catwoman, the least disciplined of them, was the one who chose to act on this lust.

Killer Shark left Harley and Ivy to play with each other for the mean time and returned his attention to Huntress. She was still on her hands and knees waiting for him. Grinning, he grabbed her ankles and dragged her across the floor to his bed and flung her onto it. She shrieked in delight. He pounced onto her. He himself had stripped to his underwear before their arrival, but now he discarded his boxers as well. His hard cock stood upright. With a chuckle of anticipation he yanked off her bra and tore apart her knickers.

Roughly, he rolled her onto her back to face him. He forced her legs apart and pushed two fingers into her exposed vagina. The beautiful Huntress moaned out as he fingered her intensely, pumping back and forth. He spread his fingers open and closed like a pair of scissors, just to play with her, pushing at her walls. "Are you ready to get fucked like a goddess?" he whispered. She nodded and he pulled out his fingers. Then he slammed his penis into her pussy. She whimpered with each thrust he made.

"You're beautiful," Selina purred suddenly. Misfit looked up confused. "Sorry?" she asked. "Has anyone ever told you you're beautiful? They should. You are." Misfit nodded, not really following what Catwoman was talking about. "A young girl like you deserves to be treasured, protected, loved. Charlotte, I can protect you. If you let me..."

When Catwoman had told Misfit to get into the bed, she had assumed that was the feline's way of saying she could have the bed, as there was only one. But now Catwoman was climbing onto the bed too, on top of Charlotte. "Let me protect you Charlotte," she whispered, stroking the youngster's cheek, "Let me look after you. Be mine."

Misfit found her heartbeat was racing. Her head was spinning. "Will you let me?" Catwoman repeated. Charlotte nodded. Perhaps it was the island that made her do it, perhaps it was the fear of being alone again, perhaps she wanted to be protected, or perhaps a part of her had always wanted to belong to someone...

Misfit felt the chains before she saw them. Catwoman was tying her down to the bed, binding her arms and legs, restricting her movement. "Comfortable?" she purred. Charlotte grinned: "Yes Catwoman." "Please," Selina smirked, "Call me mistress..."

"How do you go for so long?" Huntress gasped between her master's thrusts. "Let's just say the queen serum isn't the only serum I inherited from my grandfather..." Killer Shark smirked as he brought her fourth orgasm. He was tiring of the black-haired vigilante now. He wanted one of the others. "Harley!" he cried, "Take this one off my hands and send me the plant queen." With a grin and a laugh Harley dragged Huntress onto the floor for a grope and a dry hump, while Ivy eagerly climbed over to her master.

Ivy lay on her front as her master straddled her waist and slowly massaged her vast expanse of green-tinted back and spine. He left her knickers on but let his hands slip around to rub her crotch. "Tell me Miss Ivy," he grinned as she moaned at his rubbing. "How do you feel about roleplaying?"

Charlie was moaning uncontrollably as Selina's sly hands ran over her body. She rubbed at her legs and her forearms and traced lines over her stomach as well as placing kisses up and down the redhead's neck. "So young," Catwoman whispered, easing down Misfit's skirt. "So tender," Selina purred, running her hands up Charlotte's inner thighs. "So tasty," the mistress finished, planting a kiss on Charlotte's lips. "I think you're ready for the whip..."

Killer Shark lay on his back breathing heavily as he watched Doctor Poison Ivy leant against the wall breathing hard as nurse Harley Quinn licked her vagina and was herself spanked by police officer Huntress. He allowed himself to drift off to sleep, wondering whether they'd still be going when he woke up, and content in the knowledge that tomorrow would bring him a new pet.