Chapter Five
Moments passed, and Rorschach and the Question were walking down the pavement again, travelling through the lights and shadows of the city. In the minds of the two objectivistic detectives, many thoughts have wandered since the latest discovery in their investigation. While they've taken many literal steps, they only made at least one figurative step closer to the identity of the crook in question.
"So, whoever we're dealing with leaves behind a trail of hymenoptera pheromones", Rorschach concluded.
"Or at least pheromones identical to those of a wasp", the Question added and theorised.
"If they're identical enough, then they must be one and the same", the ever-so objectivist Rorschach stated.
"Perhaps", the Question shrugged. "At least it helps narrow down whoever we may be dealing, whether it be an old supervillain or a new face in the crime business".
"There's no true business in any crime", Rorschach responded. "Only vice, gambling, and punishment".
"If you say so", the Question replied. "So the crook has to either carry these pheromones with them, or is possibly producing such themselves".
"A metahuman?" Rorschach guessed.
"Very likely", the Question pointed.
"Know any wasp-themed supervillains?" Rorschach asked.
"Only a few", the Question answered before listing off. "Golden Wasp, Yellow, the Wasp who fought Quicksilver, William Blaine, and Killer Wasp".
"Any of them have a form of mind control?"
"I believe Killer Wasp does", the Question mentioned. "He apparently has the power to control the minds of most women and some men based on and depending on their attraction".
"Controlling those who are attracted to men..." Rorschach paused. "On another subject, where's that protege of yours? Wouldn't she be assisting us in this investigation"
"Renee?" The Question asked before guessing. "I'm highly sure she's around somewhere".
Outside the police station, Renee Montoya stood with her back against the wall just beside the main front doors, a breeze of cool air brushing at her face and hair for a bit. And then, there she was, walking out the doors was the assistant district attorney herself, Ellen Yee, with those round-framed glasses and that long luscious raven-black hair, wearing that same top, scarf, jacket and trousers of matching light-brown. To everyone else, she may seem to have the presence of an authority, but to Renee, Ellen was certainly a submissive pushover, especially in the bedroom.
"Hey, Ellen", Renee spoke to catch her attention.
And Ellen's attention was certainly caught, as she turned back to see Renee there gazing at her. "Oh hey", she greeted back. "What's going on?"
"Just wanna make it up with ya", Renee said as she followed Ellen closely as they both walked round to a small passageway just on the side of the police building. The two and no one else were bathed in both the dim orange light of nearby lamps and the pitch blackness of shadows.
"Prove it so", Ellen commanded as she backed up against a wall. "Make it worth my time".
Then with her lips forming a grin, Renee pressed forth to kiss Ellen, eyes closing and bodies pushing against each other. Tongues literally twisting and tying, Renee grasped her hands around Ellen's neck, while Ellen grasped her hands around Renee's hips. Renee pushed her thigh between Ellen's legs and Ellen started grinding her pelvis against it, gasping and shivering while doing so.
"This is such a bad idea", Ellen shuddered against Renee's lips.
"Oh really, huh?" Renee breathed back. "So why are you going along with it? With me?"
"Because I need you so bad", Ellen quivered with a husky breath fogging up her specs. "I need you to relieve this stress from me".
Finally getting what she had turned up for, Renee snuck her right hand under Ellen's trousers and pants, and slipped two middle fingers inside that warm slipper slit, rubbing her thumb good, deep and hard into Ellen's clit. Already in heat and leaking so bad for Renee, Ellen tensed up her body and jerked her hips forth.
"Damn, you're so hot", Renee stated figuratively and literally, feeling Ellen's body warming up from the friction and arousal she was giving her. "So hot and wet".
"I'm always hot and wet for you..." Ellen confessed as she trusted her pelvis into Renee's charging fingers. "...Whenever I'm near you..." She thrusted again. "...When I think about you..." And again. "...When I dream about you..." And again.
With every utterance spilling its way from Ellen's open twitching lips, Renee grinned wider, knowing that Ellen would think and dream about her. "Would you touch yourself thinking and dreaming about me?" She dared to ask as she increased the speed of her crooking fingers. "Imagining and even wishing it was me pleasuring you right then and there?"
As soon as she heard Renee ask such a question, Ellen knew full well what her own answer would be. Whether she was at home, in bed, in the bathroom, toilet or shower, or even in her officer at work as long as no one else was about, the thought of Renee would always creep it way into her mind. And so, yearning for her lips again, for her touch again, Ellen would sneak her hand down inside and pleasure herself, fantasising about Renee peering right over her with her hand instead down there until she would orgasm. After a sharp inhale, Ellen muttered, "...y-yesss..." With a hiss.
Nodding at the answer, Renee continued ramming up Ellen good and hard, her relentless fingers still going faster and faster, and never letting up even once. Her hand was practically a pumping bulge in Ellen's trousers. As Ellen rolled up her eyes, tilted her head against the brick wall behind her and bent her torso forth, Renee glazed her tongue all over that tensed neck before kissing and suckling at it with drooled lips. As she held onto Renee as much as she could, Ellen's breaths, whimpers and moans grew quicker, shorter, higher and louder.
After what felt like an eternity of Ellen spasming from Renee's fingers and pleading for more of it until she would inevitable come, Ellen Yee would finally achieve her climax. Her sensual essence oozing, leaking and flowing free from her throbbing folds. And even still, Renee kept on going at it until Ellen could spill no more from herself. And by then, a dark stain had already spread around and from the crotch and groin area of Ellen's trousers and trailed down one of her legs.
"So, is it worth your time?" Renee asked. "Am I worth your time?"
"Yes, it is worth my time", Ellen answered before kissing Renee once more. "You are worth my time".
Meanwhile, in one of the few old warehouses in the harbour docks of Gotham, the Killer Wasp sat quietly and casually on top of an old wooden crate, his helmet still off and open to let his whole face and hair show. Standing close by just as perfectly still and silent were his latest thralls, Donna Gugina and Harleen Quinzel, or rather Harley Quinn as most would know her as. Under his pheromonic control, Harley and Donna were staring out to nowhere with half-drooped dilated eyes. Killer Wasp has heard about Donna and Harley both having some kind of connection of their own to the Joker in a way or another, connections rather best kept secret.
"Miss Quinn, would you like to do a job for me?" Killer Wasp spoke as he hopped off the crate and strutted towards the entranced and unmoving Harley Quinn. "I know how much you love using that hammer of yours". Close beside Harley and leaning against a real pillar was indeed was her familiar trademark hammer.
"Yes, I do", Harley replied as if on command, her voice sounding almost like there was still a bit of emotion in it, but again, just almost, and in a way, quite off-putting.
"I'm sure at least some people in this city will be wondering as to where you and Miss Gugina might be right now", Killer Wasp Brough up the possibility. "And are probably already in search of both of you right now". He continued. "And if anyone finds us, you'll know exactly what to do with them, right?"
"Yes, my master", Harley answered almost immediately.
She then walked over, with Killer Wasp watching her with dark approval, and picked up the large hammer and rested it on her right shoulder with ease.
Much later on, Renee walked into one of the local pubs of Gotham City where she immediately spotted a certain particular someone else with black and golden hair sitting alone at the bar and drinking from a small glass.
"Better make that two", Renee spoke up as she slinked towards the other woman and sat next to her.
"Bad day?" The other woman asked.
"Not that I ever needed an excuse", Renee replied as she was being given a glass to drink as well. "How about you, Sophie?"
"Yep", Sophie Moore simply answered.
"Oh. Hope I'm not making it worse", Renee empathised.
"Believe it to not, Renee", Sophie said. "There are other people I'd rather not be drinking with right now".
"That's the nicest thing anyone said to me all day", Renee said as she picked up her own glass and tapped it with Sophie's.
And as the two women drank and focused on each other's eyes, they both knew what would be going down tonight, and who would be going on who tonight. After having paid and finished their drinks, Sophie took Renee's hand and led her to the ladies' toilets. There, they entered one of the stalls and locked the door, then Renee pinned Sophie up against a wall, hands around neck, and kissed her deeply with eyes closing. Their hot bodies began grinding and clinging to one another like magnets, the friction and pulsation building up immensely between and within the two lovers as their nerves tingled into overdrive.
As their lips locked and their tongues tied, their nostrils inhaled as much air as they each could, their lungs filling up as much as they could, before exhaling back out the exact same way. The slightly older Renee pushed her right knee in between Sophie's thighs, slowly rubbing back and forth and already feeling the hottest spot. In response, the slightly younger Sophie let out a faint humming moan through her occupied lips and grasped her hands around Renee's buttocks as she straddled on her knee and thigh. While she would normally be the top and dominate the likes of Kate Kane and Ryan Wilder, Sophie didn't mind submitting to someone like Renee.
Parting her lips from Sophie's and breathing lustfully, Renee unbuckled that thin belt, buttoned those trousers and pulled down that zipper. Once then, she was able to slip her right hand straight down and crook her two talented middle fingers into Sophie's more delicate and sensitive centre, already leaking wet and aching hard for her touch. Sophie drew in so much air as she could through her wet pursed lips to fill her straining lungs, she could feel a fire lighting up deep inside her getting fed further, all thanks to Renee and her smooth sneaky fingers. Renee then plastered her slippery lips all over Sophie's arching neck, leaving a trail of saliva and lovebites. Both women were getting exactly what they wanted and desired so badly, and yet even still, this made them want and desire for more.
"Ah, ah, oh! Oh god!" Sophie squirmed under Renee's pleasuring force, riding into Ryan's hand and still needing more. "Keep going, keep going, please! Take me all the way".
Renee soon paced her fingers faster, deeper and harder, willing to bring Sophie all the way to and over the edge with her. Their shoe-clad feet tapped and rattled erratically against the floor without any coherent or consistent rhythm, yet otherwise managed to remain firmly planted. As Renee's fingers sped up, Sophie's moans and breaths reduced into short bursts while her pelvis tried to thrust back almost just as fast so she could desperately catch up to speed. She could feel Renee's lips grinning against the skin of her neck, her thumb pressing and rubbing deep into her bud, and their bodies melding together like two perfect puzzle pieces.
And after what felt like a long enough eternity of ever-rising pleasure and ecstasy, Sophie finally came forth onto Renee's charging hand and fingers, her inner fluids flowing free from her and spreading like wild. Her legs wobbled like crazy, almost giving way and making her fall had she not been held up still by Renee herself, even with her whole body tensing up and loosening down at once and the same time, surfing the waves of pleasures. Renee could feel the juices filling up and even overflowing on the tight grip of her palm. She then carefully pulled them free to get a good long lick and taste of her lover's nectar.
"Was it good?" Renee asked after cleaning her fingers.
"Good...?" Sophie uttered and huffed as the aftershocks soon faded from her. "It was great...More than great".
"I thought so. Maybe we could do this with Kate and Ryan", Renee mentioned and brought up.
"Yeah, we should", Sophie gladly took in such an offer and suggestion before kissing Renee once more.
Elsewhere, Barbara Kean was walking on her way up another street, her mind couldn't help but remember that recent time of her and Renee Montoya pleasuring each other, hoping to relive that experience yet again. Better than most other men, or even most other women for that matter, would give to her or receive from her. But such thoughts were soon put on pause as she heard a sudden fluttering sound, just loud enough to make her look around quickly and frantically, as if a large bird swooped in from left-field.
"Hello, Miss Kean", a voice called from the darkness as Barbara spotted a shadowy winged figure standing beside an iron-rail pillar.
"What the hell are you?" Barbara demanded.
"Just a lonely little bug", the Killer Wasp replied as he stepped into view. "But they call me Killer Wasp".
"Oh, you're another one of Batman's rogues?" Barbara rolled her eyes.
"Not exactly", Killer Wasp hinted.
The closer Killer Wasp strutted towards her, the more Barbara started to notice something stirring up her senses, something invading her mind with certain thoughts. Certain thoughts that battled with the ones she already had in mind about Renee, but it would be a futile battle. Even someone attracted to both genders like she happened to be wouldn't be able to resist Killer Wasp's power forever. Even if she wasn't staring back at Killer Wasp's sultry amber eyes, something emanating from her was certainly making her body tense up and tingle with arousal.
"Would you like to do a little favour or two for me?" Killer Wasp tested as he coiled some of Barbara's bonds locks around his index finger. "It'll be all worth your while".
"Yes, I would", the enthralled Barbara Kean responded.
To be continued...