Thursday
Belle Reeve Prison
7:56am
Amanda walked down the hall leading to her office in silence. There were a thousand things going through her mind, a million fires that needed to be put out. With half her team incarcerated by the Justice League her response options were limited, and she hated being limited. She walked into her office and paused.
There was a statuesque woman sitting in one of her chairs, looking expectantly at her. She wore a skirt suit that looked tailor made for her since she was a bit larger than the average woman. She wasn't bigger or wider, it was as if her dimensions were just expanded all over. The woman opened her mouth to speak, and Amanda lifted one finger to pause her, turned around, and walked out.
The woman sat there in silence, not sure what just happened.
Minutes later Waller was back with a young security guard in tow, he looked like he was having a panic attack. They stood at the door and Amanda pointed a finger at the woman, "That. That is why you are fired. I might as well just sell tickets with how effective your team is. Leave, and never return."
The man turned and practically ran away while Waller walked in and closed the door behind her.
"Good morning," the woman began, "I am…"
Waller sat down, "I know who and what you are so save it. Why isn't Lex here?"
The woman paused, "Mr. Luthor doesn't take meetings at this level."
Amanda raised an eyebrow, "This level? What is that supposed to mean?"
Unphased the woman continued, "I have been sent to retrieve our property."
Waller paused and leaned forward, "I don't possess anything that belongs to Lex."
"I am here to retrieve the clone."
Amana's lips pursed into a thin line as she struggled to keep her temper, "I don't think so, we had a deal."
Mercy smiled, "The deal has been changed."
And it was right there that Amanda knew this was going to be a bad day.
Dick
"Say that again," Bruce said over the viewscreen.
He was in the Batcave, waiting on my call. I was in the control room in the Tower, giving my update.
"I said I talked to Tim, and I think we should trust him."
He was watching my face for micro expressions, he was a master at telling if someone was lying, more so for me since he had watched me lie since I was a kid. "What did he say?"
"He said he would take me to talk to Conner and the kid, and that it wasn't what we thought, and I agree with him."
His eyes narrowed, "So what would you give as your final assessment."
I smiled, "Copasetic."
"Say that again?"
"Copasetic, it's ok Bruce. He is on our side."
He stared at me for a long time and then nodded, "Keep me apprised."
And the screen went black.
I leaned back and looked down at Bart, who was busy sucking on my cock, "You do know you're a distraction."
He looked up and smiled, "Only if I'm doing it right," and went back to work.
I pulled my top off and tossed it aside, it was the only part that was visible on the screen, so I had to put it on.
"Copasetic?" Tim asked from the doorway.
"It's a code phrase to say I am not being held against my will, it's an all clear."
He came over and ran his hand through my hair, "I didn't know that."
I leaned into his touch, "It's an old code."
He pulled my head back and locked eyes with me, "Did he buy it?"
"He's suspicious, but he's Bruce, he always is."
He leaned down and kissed me as his hands moved over my body. Bart began to vibrate on my cock…making me moan as I was used by these two studs…
"You ready to meet the pack?" Tim asked when he was done.
I nodded, desperate to please them.
"Ok Bart, enough…it's showtime."
Bart stood up with a huge smile, "I get a chance too, right?"
Tim nodded and looked at me, "He's our bitch, we all get a turn."
I felt my cock twitch at the prospect of being theirs…
Thursday
Belle Reeve Prison
8:14am
"We had a deal," Amanda said, tapping her finger on the desk, "We delivered the target, we got the clone. It ain't my fault Rudy is an idiot and screwed up the hit. We held up our end of the arrangement."
Mercy didn't blink as she listened, "None of that has any relevance to this conversation. Mr. Luthor has sent me to retrieve the clone."
"Match, his name is Match."
"Its designation is Kr-00 and I am here to collect it."
Waller sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose, "Ok, we're not getting anywhere. You can't have him, go back to Lex and tell him a deal is a deal."
"The deal has changed."
They stared at each other for a long while before Amanda sighed, "You can sit there all you want, but I am not handing that boy over."
"I am not leaving here without the clone."
Amanda smiled, "Wanna bet?"
Mercy cocked her questioningly.
Tim
I watched Dick walk into the common area naked and felt the excitement in the air.
Donnie, Conner and now Bart, sat on the couch and watched him walk in like he was prey. But it wasn't just them I was reading, a lot of it was coming from Dick. See, at heart he hadn't changed, he was still a heterosexual male who had an indomitable will. Logically he could not believe he had been fucked and wanted to be fucked again but his brain had other ideas.
If you asked him if he found a guy attractive, he would say no. Probably fuck no. But when he looked at Donnie…his brain made him see the best-looking person in the world and he was sexually aroused. On top of that, he was in love with him, completely. Well maybe not love, but his brain had bonded with Donnie and us on a level that the human mind translated as love.
So here he was, straight, masculine, ladies' man, Dick Grayson, standing naked in front of four other guys, waiting to be fucked.
Donnie crooked a finger for Dick to walk towards him.
Dick took a few hesitant steps into the room, and then slowly went to his knees in front of Donnie.
Donnie had an arm around Conner, signifying his place in the pack. Conner was Donnie's bitch, his mate, his bondmate. Donnie could fuck anyone he wanted, but Conner belonged to Donnie exclusively and they both knew it. I was his beta, his second and the one who made the plans. Donnie knew I was smarter than him, but he wasn't threatened by it, he knew it was an asset. I could give orders to anyone under me, but anything we do has to be signed off on by Donnie.
And now there was Dick.
Dick exuded sex, he always had. From his lean, muscular legs to his perfect, bubble butt, his entire life had been about being a sex object. When he graduated from Robin, he designed a skintight uniform that clung to his body in ways those green shorts never did. As Nightwing he didn't just show off his body, he flaunted it. The only thing that separated him from a manwhore was his upbringing and the idea that sex was only between two people in love. Both Kory and Barbra sang his praises in bed, and I knew half a dozen other heroes who wished they could sing it as well.
So, once he was brought into the pack it was inevitable that his role would be sexual. He was the pack bitch, the one that everyone could use, the one who wanted to be used by all of us. As he knells there, Dick knows this as well as I do…he is terrified by it as much as he is turned on.
Donnie stands up and it looks like he is seven feet tall. Another trick of our brains, we cannot look at him and not see him as the ultimate man in every way. He looks down at Dick and I can feel the hunger move through all of us at the same time. We are eager to fuck him, to claim the bitch as ours…
Donnie tilts Dick's face upwards with a finger under his chin, "So beautiful."
We can all feel the exhilaration of Dick at being praised by his master. Despite his reluctance to male sex, his cock is hard and leaking on the rug as he looks up at Donnie with wide eyes. Donnie smiles and ask, "Are you my bitch?"
A moment of panic runs through Dick as he is forced to admit he is submitting to another man…to a group of men to be their sex toy. But he sees Donnie's smile and nods, "I am sir."
Donnie nods and simply says, "Undress me."
Dick scrambles to his feet and pulls Donnie's shirt over his head, revealing the perfect body that is hidden beneath. Dick's awe flares through all our heads as he is exposed to it up close, he pulls the shirt to his face and sniffs…taking a stronger hit of Donnie's scent before moving on. He opens Donnie's belt and pulls open the buttons of his jeans, revealing his patch of pubic hair inside.
Even though Dick is the one seeing it, we are all affected by the fact Donnie is going commando, we all want to serve him…but we wait, it's Dick's turn.
Dick slides Donnie's jeans down over his slim hips and pulls them off his legs. Donnie stands there naked, his form just overwhelming to us…we are all collectively holding our breath looking upon him. Dick's eyes are glued to that cock, we can feel his mouth watering in response as he resisted the urge to suck another man's dick.
"Who do you belong to?" Donnie asked.
"You…" Dick answered quickly, "Only you…"
Donnie nodded and then added, "And them, you belong to the pack."
Dick looked past Donnie to Conner and me on the couch, we had stripped and were stroking each other's cock. There were twin impulses, one of shock of seeing his us so openly grope each other and a hunger…a hunger that went deeper than he was ready for.
"You ready to serve them?"
Dick nodded, feeling his cheeks flush, knowing this was what he wanted.
"Who's first?" Donnie began to ask when Conner was off the couch in a blur. He pushed Dick face down onto the carpet, forcing that perfect ass skyward. I heard Dick whimper as Conner slid his cock through those fabled ass cheeks.
"Mine," Conner said, nibbling on Dick's neck, making him moan.
We all watched with bated breath.
Thursday
Belle Reeve Prison
8:21am
"Ms. Waller, you are wasting my time, either hand over the clone or…"
Amanda pushed a button under her desk and the lights flickered for a moment.
Mercy jerked once and then her head slumped down to her chest.
"I find an EMP ends all irrelevant conversation."
Her door opened and a security squad stood at the ready as Amanda came around her desk, "Take this thing down to RD so they can see what makes it tick and move us to Code Six for when Lex retaliates…"
She stopped talking when Mercy's hand lashed out and grabbed her wrist.
"I find EMP's are irrelevant," Mercy said, squeezing hard, trying to break Amanda's wrist.
Amanda Waller has been many things in her life. A mother, a daughter, a soldier, a spy…many things but one thing she had never been, was stupid.
Mercy looked down at the wrist, unsure why it wasn't broken.
Amanda smiled, "Coluan force field, I highly recommend it if you can find one."
The slim blue field flared yellow, and Mercy let out an electronic scream as energy surged through her form, releasing the wrist.
Amanda fled towards the door, "Slag that thing."
As she passed the men, they brought their rifles up and took aim…
The sounds of gunfire filled the hall as Amanda retreated into her base…she knew they weren't going to stop her.
Dick
A lot of things had become apparent to me today.
I was forced to confront the fact that I crave attention, the more sexual the better. Up to now I had convinced myself that I just took pride in the way I looked, but I can see now…I liked being wanted, I wanted to be wanted. I had made excuses that my uniforms were to help with my gymnastics and acrobatics skills…but the truth was I have a fantastic body and wanted to show it off. It was hard to face, but I did.
The second thing I had to admit was I liked being told what to do. This one I would have fought tooth and nail on, but the truth is, I have never been as happy as when I was under Bruce's orders. I tried my hardest to emulate him, to sound like him…I tried to lead the Titans, the Outsiders…all of it. But all I wanted deep down was someone to order me around. I briefly served on the Justice League and was never in charge, looking back I could have done that for years and been happy, unlike the Titans where everyone looked to me to call the shots.
The third thing was the hardest.
You have to understand, I never met Batman. All I ever knew was Bruce so the whole Batman thing was lost on me. I was in on the trick you could say so I was never as impressed as others were. I mean I was impressed, Bruce is a legend, but I meant I always knew he was just a man under all that Kevlar. I thought the collection of idiots we fought were laughable, once again, never saw them as the super villain masterminds people talked about, I knew them as the guys we beat up every other month or so. I was the ripe old age of 12 and really believed I had seen it all…
And then I met Him.
He floated down out of the sky, cape billowing behind him, and I was awestruck for so many reasons. One, HE COULD FLY! All trapeze artists wish they could fly and are willing to throw ourselves off a bar held up by wires just so we could pretend to for a few seconds…so that was a big plus. Two, he was HUGE! I mean he was like Bruce squared, Bruce Plus, Bruce with muscles to spare…I had spent three years trying to train my body to be like Bruce's and here was a body that put that to shame. Which leads me to that third truth of the day, and the one that is the most humiliating.
I had always had a little crush on Clark.
It was so obvious now looking back but at the time I hid it in hero worship and mutual respect…but it was more than that…so much more. You might ask me why I am bringing all this up now…and it's because of this. When I looked at Conner all I saw was Clark, a young Clark, a buff Clark…a Clark that I could touch.
As Conner pushes me down to the ground, I feel his cock slide through my ass cheeks, and I moan out loud. Yes, this is humiliating, yes there are people watching me, and yes, I am a heterosexual…but I feel that warm meat touch me and all I can think of is how deep down I wanted Clark to do this to me. I arch my back and thrust back into his motion…I can feel his breath on my neck, and I can feel my own dick throb under me.
"You want this?" he asks and all I could do was nod, my voice caught in my throat.
His hands move over my chest, groping me like I was his prom date, he pinched my nipples, and a strangled gasp slips out of my mouth, and it turns him on.
Turns them all on.
There is an odd circuit of lust that moves through he room, Conner feels it, I feel it, Tim can feel it as he strokes Donnie's cock and Donnie can feel it…and I can feel Donnie…
Conner's teeth latch on to my neck and I shudder feeling him mark me as his cunt. It's not enough to break skin, but enough to bruise, enough to let others know…I am claimed. There is a thrill of excitement that moves through me that goes beyond the physical contact…there is an existential joy that I am wanted, desired…that I am his.
He keeps gnawing, moving down my neck as his cock trolls my crack, teasing me as he avoids penetrating me.
"Conner…" I whine, real need in my voice, "Fuck me!"
He growls and spins me on my back, I am stunned as his hand comes down on my throat, cutting my air off. I look up in shock…
"You don't tell us what to do," he snarls, and I feel myself shrink back, "We own you…do you get that? We own your cunt?"
I nod, tears in my eyes.
He leans down and licks my tears away, relaxing his hand, "I got you bitch, I got you…"
I began to sob in joy as he forgives me, I reach up and pull him down on me as he his mouth finds mine…I kiss him hard…knowing somewhere in my mind all I am seeing is Clark.
He spreads my legs apart roughly with his, the fact I would have opened them willingly burns my mind, but he is showing me that he doesn't need my permission, none of them do. I have always given myself to them, surrendered this body I work so hard on to my betters. To be fucked, used and tossed aside if they choose.
It is what I am here for.
The part of me that is still me is disgusted at how I am whoring myself out to them without even fighting it…but the new part of me, the part of the pack…is so fucking happy I have found my place in life. I am going to live to serve these boys in any way they want…I am their hole, their slut…
Their bitch.
His face hovered over mine, Clark's face turned back in time gazing down at me with pure lust in his eyes…I felt my cock lurch at the thought. I can feel his massive head nudge at my hole, and I close my eyes as I feel him begin to violate me.
I can hear the last dregs of my old life scream at me to fight…
I whisper, "Clark…" under my breath as he enters me.
A moan shoots out of me as I arch my back, trying to push back onto his member, the pain is intense, but it is drowned out by the pleasure that floods my brain because I am serving the pack. He doesn't pause, doesn't take it slow, he shoves it in me because he knows that is what I am for.
I briefly wonder if the woman I had fucked felt this good when I was in them, but I doubt anyone had ever felt this good before.
Once he is fully in me, he waits, his pubes smashed up against my ass…I can feel that massive kryptonian cock throb in me and I knew all of the fever dreams I had about Clark were true. He slips his hands under my arms and pulls me up as if I weigh nothing. I feel like a child I am moved around so easily…until gravity takes hold.
I slip down onto the rest of his cock and I realize that only now do I have him fully in me.
My eyes are closed as I feel his hands support my lower back and I can see us through the other's eyes…our hard bodies pressed against each other, the muscles of my back straining as I bob on that fucking Dick…the way my hair has matted to my forehead from sweat, the look of absolute carnal hunger on his face as he realizes he has the once great Nightwing riding him.
I fell him grip the top of my ass and pull me up, over nine inches of kryptonian cock crushes the inside of my cunt as I get halfway, and he lets me go.
"FUCK!" I scream as I slide back down…the feeling of him destroying me is exquisite…once I am down, I grab his broad shoulders and pull myself up…desperate to feel it again.
The only sound in the room is the sound of my ass slapping against his lap and the small grunts I make with each impact. Conner has stopped moving as I ride him harder and faster…not caring about anything but that cock.
I can feel the shock in them all as they watch me unspool fucking myself. I am pulling myself nearly all the way off just to slam down as hard as I can, feeling that cock just shatter me…and still I need more.
"Harder…harder…" I pant, looking deep into Clark's blue eyes, "Please…"
He has never seen me like this, probably because I have never been like this before. I have never a need so bad as the one I had for this kid to fuck me until I was dead. His hands tighten around my waist and the next time I pull myself up on his cock he slams he down with just the tinies portion of his strength.
My head flies back as I scream in ecstasy, my cock burping blobs of precum over Conner's perfect abs…
"Take that cock," Conner growls, pulling my body up and slamming it down again. My limbs flail about as he moves me around like a ragdoll. I let out a whimper each time he punches into my hole, I am holding on to his shoulders for dear life as he slams me down over and over…
"Unn…unn…" I whine, sounding like Kory did when I would really get into fucking her. I remember how good that felt, how much harder I'd fuck her just to make her crack…
And Conner does the same to me.
He starts to thrust up as he slams me down and my whines turn into sobs as I beg him to fuck me harder…
"OH FUCK CONNER…fuck me…oh shit…yes…right there…fuck right there!"
"You like that slut? You like being fucked like a whore?"
"I do…please…oh Clark fuck me…"
I can feel his amusement at me calling him Clark, but he doesn't slow down, just keeps fucking me within an inch of my life.
"I can't believe I used to look up to you…used to worship you!" he said as my eyes roll back, "All this time you weren't some big, bad superhero…you were just a fucking SLUT!"
I scream, "Clark!" as I feel him thrust fully into me.
"You want Superman? That what you want?" he asks, "Fine," he moves his arms around me, and we begin to float, "How about Up, Up and Away?" I am gasping as he fucks me midair…another hidden dream unlocked as I feel my legs wrap around his waist.
"This what you wanted…this what gets you off?"
I gasp as we take fully to the air, oh my god, he's fucking me in the air! I'm flying and being fucked…
"Is it?" he asks again.
I nod, "Fuck me…fuck me…" he is bobbing me on his cock with his TTK! I am holding on as we float there, riding his cock like it was a carnival ride. I am squealing in joy as I feel him slam harder and harder into me.
"Oh Clark…" I moan.
"Fucking SLUT!" he roars…
On the last word he pushes me down as he can and his cock pulses deep in me…
And I feel him breed me.
His shoots up into my hole and I can see fireworks explode behind my eyelids as I feel myself be used properly for the first time in my life. His seed fills me, and I feel my own cock finally shoot in response…I am shaking as I hold on to him, hot cum covering our chests and abs like a baptism.
It is the most intense thing I have ever felt, his orgasm is my orgasm, mine is his and both of ours hit the others like a truck. Donnie moans as he starts to shoot, cum flying over his head as Bart tries to shove his mouth over it to catch as much cum as he can. All of us are locked in this state of pure bliss for who knows how long…all of us existing within our sexual haze.
Conner lowers me back to the ground gently, his cock still lodged in me. He smiles and kisses me, I feel myself squirm as he does, his love for me is overwhelming as I feel him slip out of me. He sits up and lets out an exhausted sigh, "Thanks Dick…"
He walks away as I lay there, hole quivering, breath ragged…
"Ready for more?"
I looked up and I see Tim, stroking a cock that looks like it came out of a porno…and I feel my body react.
I nod slowly and in a timid voice I say, "Yes sir…"
He smiles and kneels down.
Thursday
Belle Reeve Prison
8:24am
Amanda ran into the control room with the sound of gunfire behind her.
She raced past the desks of analysts and screamed, "Computer, Code black!"
The lighting dimmed and doors began to slam shut all over the complex, "Get out of here!" she yelled at them as she saw a figure emerge from the hallway. Mercy walked into the control room, blood stains all over her suit.
"Give me the clone," she said with no emotion.
Waller saw one of the guards bring his rifle up to shoot the android.
"Gimmie that," she said, taking the weapon and aiming it at Mercy. She fired one shot, aimed directly between the robot's eyes. Mercy's left arm began to melt and reformed into a blade. She brought it up, cutting the bullet in half like it was butter.
"Of course, Lex is a Terminator fan," Amanda said turning and running into the jail proper.
"You can't lose me," Mercy said, following her prey.
"Not trying to," Amanda said to herself and talked into her watch, "Computer, release Task Force X cells and access to the armory."
There was a chirp and cells all over the prison began to open.
Still talking into her watch, she said, "Whoever can hear this, suit up and get to the common area, we have an intruder and I'm offering ten years off your sentence if you can stop her."
Voices of the Suicide Squad still on site began to report back as Amanda led Mercy into the ambush.
The battle of Belle Reeve Prison had just begun.