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JLA - Dark Angel - Part 09 Of 25.
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June 6th, 1999 - 3:00 AM.
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"Where am I?" WonderWoman said to herself.
She was standing on a long, rutted and dusty dirt road, standing
in the shade of a tree, with long fields winding out to the left, right,
behind and in front of her. Far in the distance she could see hills,
mountains and a winding creek.
"How idyllic," she murmured to herself, enjoying the coolness
of the shade.
She had passed through various different scenarios, starting
with floating in nothingness, to being in a small log cabin caught in
a rough blizzard, to being one of only two survivors onboard a spacecraft,
to living as one of many wives of a Sultan to this lovely countryside
setting.
And in each one, she'd been involved in sex.
In the cabin, she and another woman had huddled together, for
warmth at first, and then they'd begun to kiss and stroke each other,
trying to comfort one another.
She'd come out of the blizzard all right, she'd been made safe
because of the other woman, it had been the other woman who had made
things all right.
In the spacecraft, she'd been beset by a terrible loneliness and
longing for something she couldn't define. She'd finally broken under
the pressure and attacked the other surviving crewmember - a female -
who had overpowered her and gotten on top of her... and suddenly they
were kissing. Then they'd talked about each others hopes and fears,
then become more intimate, removing each others clothes. The other
woman had caressed and stroked her breasts, her sides, her hips and
thighs, then fingered and licked her vagina and clitoris to orgasm,
an orgasm so powerful it had shocked her from her sleep to find herself
in the harem.
She had remembered an entire life, on being raised and trained
in ways to pleasure a man, then sold to the Sultan and taken once, on
her first night. He'd been quick, hurried and distracted by affairs of
state, and she had not been able to subtly shift and change things as
she had been trained to make it pleasurable for them both.
Since that night she had not been called for again, and despite
having no real desire to be with the Sultan again, she'd begun to desire
and need some kind of contact.
And, of course, the other woman had given it to her.
She'd become involved with one, two and more women at a time,
whenever the opportunity arose they made love, had sex, fucked, whatever
the situation demanded.
But now she was in the countryside.
She'd always known in the back of her head she was dreaming,
and although she'd faded from one unbelievable situation to another,
it had all made dream-sense, completely logical.
"But I think I'm awake now," she murmured,"So how did I get
here? And why don't I remember waking up?"
"Because we didn't want you to, slut!" growled a voice behind
her.
She twisted around, instinctively pulling up her arms in case
she was attacked. Her indestructible bracelets could deflect
any bullet/laser/arrow sent at her, all part of the gifts given to her
when she'd become WonderWoman.
But her arms lowered slightly in surprise as she took in just
who it was who had spoke.
Before her stood Barbara Ann Minerva - Cheetah.
She was a tall woman, her body firm and toned with muscle without
losing her overall femininity... or was that felinity?
Because Cheetah's body was covered in orange fur, broken here and
there by black spots. Her wavy, dark-orange hair ran down to the small
of her back and coming off the base of her spine was a long, sinuous
tail.
She was an incredibly dangerous opponent, capable of feats of
super-strength, super-agility with razor sharp claws almost capable of
breaking WonderWoman's own super-strong skin. She was completely naked,
but her nudity was covered by the light, orange fur covering her entire
body.
"Barbara?" asked WonderWoman,"What's going on?"
She'd decided to ignore the 'slut' comment for now, the last
time she and Cheetah had met, the woman had been more bestial than ever
before, and they'd fought a mental battle which WonderWoman had barely
won, supposedly freeing Barbara of the curse of The Cheetah forever...
although now it seemed evident this was no longer the case.
"What's going on is I'm gonna make you my bitch!" screamed Cheetah,
then launched herself at WonderWoman, closing the distance between them
in an eyeblink.
The Amazon's forearms came up, ready to shield her face from
Barbara's razor-sharp claws, but at the last instant the feline seemed
to drop straight down, grabbing her blue bikini bottom at the same time
and ripping it away.
"WHAT!?!" cried WonderWoman, trying to shield her exposed crotch
even as Cheetah rolled away, clutching the torn blue fabric in her fist,
a fierce grin on her face.
She came up on one knee and eyed WonderWoman with a look both
feral and smugly superior, then raised the torn costume to her nose and
sniffed deeply.
"Ahhhh," she sighed,"Horny little bitch, aren't you?"
"Barbara, what is the meaning of this?" demanded WonderWoman,
trying to look domineering and confident even as she covered her exposed
vagina, trying not to think about her bare ass pointed out for all the
world to see.
Cheetah didn't reply, she just dropped the blue fabric and began
loping forward at a tremendous pace, charging on all fours at the Amazon
Avenger.
WonderWoman caught her wrists easily, swinging Cheetah to the
side, hoping to slam her into the tree and wind her.
But Cheetah was prepared for this, dropping her legs down and
swinging them forward and up, grabbing WonderWoman's breastplate within
the balled curves of her feet and tugging, ripping them away and exposing
her giant breasts.
In shock, WonderWoman released her opponent, and a second later
was being crushed against the tree by Cheetah, who seemed stronger than
ever.
She was now completely naked except for her golden belt and a
few tattered remnants of cloth clinging around it. Unnerved by this
strange turn of events, she now found herself winded and helpless to
get her assailant off of her.
"Wha... what do you want?" she gasped.
"This!" growled Cheetah, her grin inches from WonderWoman's face,
then reached down with her free hand and roughly clasped the Amazon's
cuntmound.
"WHA.. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" cried WonderWoman, at the same time
feeling a strange thrill run through her crotch. Whether this was a
result of the cumulative effects of her erotic dreams or because on some
sick, subconscious level she was enjoying being dominated, she didn't
know.
"Nice," growled Cheetah, sliding a finger up between WonderWoman's
swollen, shaven cuntlips,"Tight bitch, aren't you?"
"Stop this," moaned WonderWoman, her eyes half closed, a low
groan escaping her lips as Cheetah slid her finger in and around the
Amazon's cunt and pressed the knuckles of others against her clitoris.
"Sounds to me like you don't want me to," laughed Cheetah,"You
stupid little slut, this is all you're made for!"
"Stop it," moaned WonderWoman.
"You love it, don't you?"
"No... stop it, please."
"Tell me you love it, you little slut," growled Cheetah directly
into her face.
"Stop it!"
"You want it, don't you!"
"STOP IT!!!!"
With that scream, WonderWoman threw Cheetah away with a strength
born of desperation. The startled feline screeched much like a cat as
she sailed twenty feet through the air and, flying in the face of tradition,
landed on her back.
"I SAID NO!" screamed WonderWoman,"AND I....."
[PROGRAM PAUSED.]
WonderWoman's world was replaced by a eternal void of swirling,
moving colors, a hypnotic kaleidoscope which made her forget, forget,
forget every additional minute spent in the light field, her memory frozen
at the moment that she threw Cheetah away from her.
"IDIOT!" screamed Circe, pulling the dazed Barbara from her
V.R Gear. She ripped the headpiece away, then pulled the woman with her,
the attachments and scanners attached to her sexy body pulling off as
The Sorceress tugged her away.
"Who's that, huh?" growled Circe, thrusting Barbara against the
sleeper-tube containing WonderWoman.
"Wha... huh?" gasped Cheetah, still coming to terms with being
back in the real world,"It's WonderWoman."
"Yes!" growled Circe, then pulled Barbara back by her hair,
making the woman cry out,"And she is integral to our plans!"
"But I was doing everything I was supposed to..." mumbled Barbara
grumpily,"Why are you doing this?"
"You were supposed to seduce her!" growled Circe into
the uncomprehending woman's ear,"Not try to rape her! Now she'll have
lost all her tolerance about sex with other woman, which we need her to
have so that we can set her up with Dominic!"
"But she's supposed to be made into a sex-slave?" moaned Barbara,
shaking her head,"I thought I was doing the right thing."
"How do you think Dominic will react when he finds out that not
only did we fail to kill The Joker, but that WonderWoman's indoctrination
has failed!"
"He.... he'll be pissed?" mumbled Barbara, who really just wanted
to curl up and go to sleep. Her head was so fuzzy, why was she doing these
things? Cheetah was gone, hopefully forever, but this woman and the
horrible, dark man who was running the show kept making her go into the
V.R world and becoming Cheetah again, feeling the old madness wash over
her.
"You're fucking right, he'll be pissed!" snapped Circe, then
sighed and softened her grip on Barbara's hair,"But all might not be
lost, there's still a chance I can repair this damage."
She twisted Barbara about and pushed her naked body back into the
V.R gear, hooking up the sensors, headset and tactile responsers. She
then called over the Scientist who was monitoring the sleeper-tubes
for any changes in their vital statistics.
"Hook me up," she snapped at the man, stripping off her skin
tight green costume, revealing her beautiful, naked body.
"Uh...uh....uh, I...." stammered the Scientist, not used to being
so close to a naked woman (a real one at least).
"Just do it!" she growled,"Or I'll rip your dick off with my
teeth, understand!?!"
She sat herself down in The V.R seat, allowing herself to be
hooked up to the gear, disgusted by the Scientist and the timid way he
placed sensors over her nipples and clitoris. Once the headset was on
he seemed to gain a little in confidence, putting the vaginal glove on
over her cunt and pushing a small probe up her asshole. Despite herself
she felt her arousal growing slightly, something which would soon become
much, much more apparent.
"Now listen carefully," she growled at Barbara, heard only by
Barbara through the V.R Link,"This is what we're going to do."
"Tell me you love it, you little slut," growled Cheetah directly
into her face.
"Stop it!"
"You want it, don't you!"
"STOP IT!!!!"
With that scream, WonderWoman threw Cheetah away with a strength
born of desperation. The startled feline screeched much like a cat as
she sailed twenty feet through the air and, flying in the face of tradition,
landed on her back.
"I SAID NO!" screamed WonderWoman,"AND I MEAN NO!"
Cheetah leaped to her feet easily, then dropped to all fours
again and charged forward, screaming as she leaped onto the now naked
WonderWoman, surprising her with her speed and knocking her onto her
back.
"GET OFF ME!" screamed WonderWoman, trying to throw Cheetah
away from her again, and finding to her shock that she couldn't. Either
her strength had faded or Cheetah's had grown, and all she could do was
strain as the feline-like villain shoved her into the dirt.
"Mine!" growled Cheetah, a feral grin on her face, pressing her
own breasts against WonderWoman's. The Amazon, to her horror, could
feel her enemy's hard nipples pressing up against her own, and once
again felt some strange feeling building up within her, the same she'd
felt when sliding her hands over her vagina, the same she'd felt pressed
up against the other woman in the snowstorm, kissing and stroking the
other astronaut on the space-ship or making love with the other women
in the Harem.
"Noooo," moaned WonderWoman,"Please don't...."
With a startled scream, Cheetah was sent flying off of
WonderWoman's body and hard against the tree, hit by a powerful charge
of green energy.
She rolled away and leaped over the prostrate Amazon, screeching
like her namesake before another green blast smashed her away. She rolled
up again, then suddenly clutched her head in her hands and began screeching
as if in great pain.
"Do not resist," said WonderWoman's savior, extending an arm
out to Cheetah, forcing her mental control over her,"It's for the greater
good."
"Ci... Circe?" cried WonderWoman, sitting up and rubbing her
sore neck even as she gaped at her would-be savior. She couldn't believe
that the ancient enemy of The Amazons would be helping her.
"Shhh," whispered Circe, casting a quick glance down at the
naked Amazon,"I'm attempting to take control of her mind, it's not easy,
she's not male and she's not really animal or human while in this state,
but it's possible."
"NOOOOOooooooo...o..o....o," cried out Cheetah, then fell over onto
her side, wrapped her arms around her knees, which she had drawn up to
her breasts, and began to moan.
"There," sighed Circe with obvious relief,"I've calmed her, she
won't pose any more problem."
Diana had scrambled to her feet and was now hard up against the
tree, keeping as far from Cheetah's prostrate body. She glared at Circe
with obvious mistrust, not knowing why the Sorceress had helped her but
figuring it had something to do with her own ulterior motives.
"Diana, relax," said Circe, and a surprisingly genuine smile
crossed her lips,"I'm not interested in hurting you, believe it or not,
I've reassessed my life."
"Wha... what?" asked WonderWoman, not understanding.
"Rehabilitation," said Circe with a smile,"Something I never
thought would happen to me... until I learned how the other half lives."
"Donna Milton?" asked WonderWoman, feeling an irrational hope
flare up within her that perhaps one of her people's greatest and most
ancient enemies had indeed reformed.
Circe had once taken on the human persona of Donna Milton, a
dowdy lawyer, as part of an elaborate scheme to torture Diana. But she'd
become so caught up in the charade that she'd forgotten her own true
identity, until The White Magician had held the lives of both Diana and
her sister Artemis in his hands, Circe had come to her senses and saved
both The Amazons. Since then, she'd gone back to her old ways, but Diana
had always hoped that her brief time as both mortal and friend to Diana
had softened her heart somewhat.
"Yes," said Circe with a smile,"The poor old dear struck something
in my heart I guess. When I was her, I was just as helpless and pathetic
as all the other mortals in the world. It took me awhile to realize that
the differences between me and them weren't so great, and it was unfair
of me to treat them as nothing but cattle, because once - even for a small
amount of time - I was one of them."
"Oh, Circe," said Diana, struck by the genuineness of Circe's
little speech. Usually she would have been reserved about accepting such
a speech at face value, but something about her surroundings made her
feel more in tune, more sensitive to what was being said. She felt utterly
overwhelmed by feelings of gratitude and happiness over Circe's sudden
reversal of attitude.
She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Circe,
who returned the hug. It felt so good to Diana to be able to embrace
somebody like this, to anchor herself to the safety of another person
after all the craziness she had been through. The dreamlike quality of
her surroundings remained, but now it had changed somewhat, become more
real to her than before.
The two women held each other close, The Amazon had her face
buried in The Sorceress' neck, feeling the softness of her rescuer's
long, violet hair against her forehead and brushing over her own raven
locks. The contact seemed to electrify her every nerve ending, her entire
body seemed sensitized and she was aware of the glorious feeling of warmth
radiating between them, their breasts pressed together, the slight
contact of thigh against thigh, the feel of Circe's arms around her back,
making small circles that seemed to massage and soothe her tired muscles.
Without realizing she was doing it, the nude Amazon began to
move slightly from side to side, her breasts pressing more firmly against
her former enemy’s, her thigh unconsciously moving forward between
Circe's legs as she breathed deeply in the fragrance of the other womans
hair.
Without even thinking about it, she lifted her head from Circe's
neck and found herself staring deep into the eyes of the other woman, and
then seconds later they had moved together, lips brushing against lips,
tentatively at first, then with more passion as their long hidden desires
were released at last and they kissed, kissed, kissed!
And Circe stared at WonderWoman's face through slitted eyes, and
inwardly she laughed.
June 6th - 3:25 AM.
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Huntress didn't see the dark shape amongst the blackness of the
night until he was right next to her. Her nerves tensed and her body
prepared to defend itself, then relaxed only slightly when she was that
it was Batman.
"You're late," he said, his voice even but somehow bringing across
a sense of disapproval. She flushed slightly, feeling guilty for some
bizarre reason, like she had disappointed a favorite teacher or even a
father.
"There was a mugging," she replied, the excuse seeming lame even
though it was true,"I stopped to sort it out."
"Will the mugger live?" he asked, with that same even tone that
seemed to judge her.
"He'll be fine," she replied, a little angrily,"He'll be a little
bruised, but they'll be cleared up by the time he makes a court appearance."
"He could heal broken legs by then," Batman muttered, turning
and moving away, forcing her to run to keep up with him.
- Was that a joke? - she thought to herself, as usual unable to
read Batman's moods. Since the Quake, the Court's backlog had risen
dramatically, with the most serious cases being dealt with first. It was
now possible for people committing minor crimes to spend weeks, even months
waiting for their court date.
"See here?" he asked, pointing at the ground in front of him,"What
do you notice?"
"The grass is longer in a small strip," she replied, peering
down through the darkness at the grass,"More lush, a darker shade than
the rest."
Batman nodded grimly,"Scan's indicate massive lifts in the level
of chlorophyll, as if this part of the ground has been sucking the nutrients
and lifeblood from the rest of the grass... watch."
He lowered himself to a squat and plucked a piece of grass from
the ground, lifting it by the roots.
"The roots of grass are usually a faint yellowish-green in color,"
he observed,"These are darker, closer to the color of normal grass, and
look at what's happening all ready."
He motioned down at the grass, where the small blade of grass he'd
plucked had been, and Huntress saw nothing at first, and then her eyes
widened behind her mask as a small blade of grass grew up from the dirt,
coming up to the size of the other grass blades and then halting it's
growth immediately.
"What does it all mean?" she asked him as he rose silently back
to his full height, an imposing blackness that seemed to pale the night.
"It's a messenger," he said,"The enhanced chlorophyll is being
used to send a message."
"To who?"
"Pamela Lillian Isley," replied Batman, staring up at the distant
walls of Arkham Asylum, where a few hours ago a riot had been quelled and
a madman has escaped assassination.
"Poison Ivy?" asked Huntress,"But there's no walls on her cell,
and the more dangerous prisoners aren't allowed outside, they have their
recreation period inside, don't they?"
"Yes," replied Batman,"But the raised levels of chlorophyll would
off-set the balance of chlorophyll throughout the entire grounds, and
Ivy would be able to sense that, and someone with know-how could send
messages to her."
"What's going on, Batman?" asked Huntress, very much confused by
all of this. She'd become Huntress to get revenge on crooks and thugs
like the ones who had murdered her entire family, she had never expected
to get involved in supernatural battles and be taken to other worlds, as
she had done since becoming a member of The JLA.
"Someone is planning something," replied The Dark Knight,"Something
big, and they want The JLA out of the way. We're being whittled away
one by one, most of us have been removed all ready."
"What are you talking about?" she asked,"Green Lantern is missing,
but everyone else is still...."
"Are they?" said Batman, a small, bitter smile crossing his
lips,"WonderWoman, Zauriel, Aquaman and J'onn did not respond to the
emergency call for today's meeting."
"Neither did you."
"But they were able to contact me, messages were left for the
other three that haven't been answered even now," replied Batman instantly,
turning from the strip of grass and making his way towards Arkham,"Green
Lantern has been taken hostage by a supervillian who is supposed to be
dead, and Superman has been subverted."
"What are talking about?" asked Huntress,"Wasn't Superman the
one who called the meeting?"
"Yes, and the instant a course of action was decided on he left
The Watchtower and has made no attempts to contact it since then, as if
he has no interest in Green Lantern's whereabouts. That is not consistent
with his usual behavior."
"So you're saying...?"
"I'm saying that myself and The Flash are the only members of the
more experienced team left, while you, Big Barda, Steel and Plastic Man
have yet to come together as a team and Orion is currently on Apokolips,
not likely to return until he feels like it."
"Hey! Me and the others are...."
"Untested," he replied,"Despite your efforts against the Justice
Legion A you have yet to work together as a team. Plastic Man
is irresponsible at best, Big Barda is argumentative and Steel more at
home in a laboratory than leading a team."
"And me?" she asked.
"I didn't say the situation was entirely hopeless," Batman muttered.
Huntress was taken aback, actually losing a step and having to
rush to keep up with him, had he just paid her a compliment?
"Once you learn to curb your more violent tendencies," he was
continuing,"And think your situation through, I see great potential for
leadership."
He paused at the walls of the Asylum, looking up the high, thick
walls which held the scum of Gotham City,"Whoever the mastermind behind
this scheme is, they don't like leaving loose ends. They tried to cut
away The Joker and failed, now they'll be coming after Poison Ivy to
make sure there are no more links back to them."
"Them? They?" Huntress asked.
"I suspect more than one villain, although there is an obvious
mastermind behind it all. If I didn't know better I would almost believe
that The Injustice League had reformed."
He removed a small, gun-like object from his belt and lifted it
above his head, firing an ascension hook high up into the wall. Huntress
did the same.
"Batman, you said the Mastermind is attempting to remove The JLA
one by one, aren't you worried they might come after you?"
"They already have," replied Batman grimly as he began to ascend
towards the top of the walls,"They sent family to get me."
End Part 09 Of 25.