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Forgive the spelling, my spellchecker is gone... don't ask me where, it's just gone.
Okay, let's get one thing straight, this story is intended for
adults only. So what's an adult? Anyone who is over the age legally
required of them to view pornography in thier country and/or state. If
you are below that age it is illegal for you to read the following
story and doing so will fully release me from any and all responsibility,
whether you read this disclaimer or not.
The characters contained herein are the property of Marvel and
DC Comics, and are used without permission, however no copyright
infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the
distribution of this story.
I am basing this story in the time between issues four and five
of JLA and Avengers, the story can be considered as a What If? or
Elseworlds story depending on your tastes, and should not be considered
as a part of regular (that's non-porno) DC or Marvel Continuity.
The teams are as follows :
JLA - Superman, Batman, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, Flash,
Green Lantern, Aquaman and Green Arrow.
Avengers - Captain America, Thor, Iron Man, Scarlet Witch,
Hawkeye, Warbird, Justice and Firestar.
With appearances by Oracle, Nightwing, Tomorrow Woman, Tigra,
Moondragon and Eros.
If you'd like to make a request, compliment or criticise this
story, send your e-mails to - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com - and tell
me what you think.
If you'd like to see other stories I've written but live in
fear of e-mail, then point your browser at the following :
1 : ftp://asstr.ml.org
2 : http://come.to/dimitri (please note, this is not my site,
I merely post stories to the maintainer, JayDee, who actually
runs the site.. also, not all the stories on the site are mine,
stories in the 'other' section were written by other authors)
3 : http://www.cjspalace.fsn.net (*)
4 : http://www.fortunecity.com/roswell/vanthal/63/archive.htm (*)
5 : http://www.mindspring.com/~alara/ajer/magneto.html (*)
(*) I haven't been able to check these out yet, but have been
told at least one of my stories can be found there.
And now, finally, here is the story!
JLA/Avengers - The Forgotten, Part Eight.
-----------------------------------------
Barbara Gordon sat in the comfortable swivel chair, but she didn't
know how comfortable it was.
Once she had been Batgirl, defender of the innocent, scourge
of crime in Gotham City... well maybe that was going a bit far, Batman
was the scourge of crime, but she had helped out.
Then in one second, in a pointless act of madness perpetrated
by a madman, two bullets had shattered her spine and paralysed her
from the waist down.
Now she still did her bit, working as Oracle for Batman and
The JLA. She sat at her computer, hooked into various information
networks, government computers in various countries. She was the
living index of information for crimefighters.
And she was bored.
No one had called in the last couple of days, since the whole
thing with the Hyperion had ended it had been surprisingly quiet, and
in some strange way she was wishing that somebody would break the law
and give her something to do.
She brushed a stray strand of her dark red hair away and continued
browsing the newsgroups,, looking for something new to read.
Alt.sex.stories.moderated.
Her eyes caught the name of the newsgroup as she scrolled down
the page, as it did every time she scrolled down, and as with each time
she felt a sneaking sense of guilt, despite the fact she had never even
been in one of those newsgroups.
She hesitated as she went to click down further, she moved the
mouse up to the newsgroup, and her finger hesitated over the mouse button.
"Why not?" she said, louder than she expected, giving herseld a
little start.
She smiled at the ridiculousness of this situation and prepared to
continue scrolling down.
A few feet behind her in the little room, a miniscule little
white portal opened for a second, no larger than an inch in diamater,
then disappeared.
A small metallic bug sat on the floor, it scanned about and
picked up Barbara's heat signature. Small wings slipped out of it's
back and it flew up through the air, moving through the small gap between
the seat of the chair and the back support. The small white shirt Barbara
was wearing was pulled up a bit, exposing her pale white skin.
"Ow!" muttered Barbara and she prepared to move down the screen,
she released the mouse and slapped at her back.
She lifted her hand to see if she had caught whatever bug had
bitten her, and then white hot pain was lancing through her entire body,
her legs kicked out straight, smashing into the computer desk with a
dull thud of pain and her arms flung out in different directions, her
mouth wide open in a silent scream of anguish... then she slumped down
in the chair motionless.
After half a minute her eyes flickered slightly, then slowly
opened. She groaned as she felt a dull flash of remembered pain in her
head, and she wiped her now sweaty hair out of her face. Her legs were
throbbing dully and she half wondered if there was any aspirin about...
until she realised her legs were throbbing dully!
- They can't, - she thought in dazed confusion, - There's no
feeling in my legs anymore, they can't hurt. -
She felt herself slipping back into unconsciousness, but still
she could feel that pain in her legs, growing stronger now, and she
thought crazily, - Maybe it was only temporary paralysis? - and then
her eyes closed.... and snapped straight open again.
Her head snapped up at the same time, and she looked about, alert
and ready. Her eyes almost seemed to glow with a white light, and a
small, sly smile flickered over her lips.
She pushed herself and the chair away from the desk with her legs,
which were indeed operating again, which were, in fact, tingling with
light pins and needles, a sensation which went from her toes all the way
up to her waist, to her.... to her....
"To my pussy," she finished the sentence, that same sly girn all
the more apparent.
She glanced about, as if expecting to see someone standing there,
watching in disapproval. When she had made sure she was not observed
in any way, she grabbed the waistband of her faded blue trackpants and
pulled them forward. Then she slowly slid her hand down under the waist
band and then her fingertips under the thin material of her white, cotton
panties.
An explosion of sensation seemed to go off throughout her lower
body as her fingers came into contact with her clitoris. The tingling
pins and needles sensation continued, it was not unpleasant at all, and
her finger sliding around her clitoris felt even better.
She moaned happily, closing her eyes and tilting her head back
slightly, she could feel moisture growing in her vagina, senseless for
so long, now back with a vengeance.
"Good...." she moaned, she opened her eyelids slightly and took
in the computer screen, the newsgroup alt.sex.stories.moderated was
still highlighted.
"Sex?" she muttered, and used her feet to bring the swivel chair
forward. With her free hand she grabbed the mouse and double clicked
on the highlighted newsgroup.
1876 New Messages read the text box that opened instantly, how
many do you wish to read?
"All of them," she whispered, longing deep in her voice. She
clicked on all and a new window opened, slowly picking up each new story,
showing the progress through a small, blue bar with a percentage sign
next to it. Within half a minute the bar was complete, and the stories
appeared.
--------------------------
Batman Vs Captain America.
--------------------------
It was a combination of their uncanny balance, agility and
survival instincts that saved Batman and Captain America from being
swept away the instant they arrived at thier location.
Standing one minute in the Throne Room of The Forgotten, the
next thing they knew the Caped Crusader and The Sentinel of Liberty
found themselves standing on a swinging platform, being pounded by wave
after wave of water that was stingingly cold. As they gripped onto
the creaking gantry, Captain America hazarded a look over the side.
It was nighttime, and dark, but he could see what appeared to be a
huge waterfall going down a long, long, long way.
Rain pounded down hard against them, cold and hard, it was
almost like hail.
"This is a dam!" Batman cried, so he could be heard over the
rushing water,"The Forgotten seems to want to test our hand to hand
abilities, as there is little room for manouvering or using gadgets
here!"
Captain America nodded,"And what do you plan to do, fight?"
A small, rare grin crossed Batman's lips, and then he was
striking forward, faster than Captain America had ever seen. He
blocked the forearm, just, and then had to twist aside to avoid
a knee to the solar plexus. Batman was follwoing through before
he had even finished that move, sweeping his other leg around as he
brought his attacking knee back down. Captain America leaped over
it and Batman smashed him hard in the gut with his head.
Cap gritted his teeth and grabbed the Dark Knight by the
sides of his head, bringing his knee up into his enemies face, but
Batman somehow twisted aside and only caught a glancing blow to
the shoulder, which he tucked down and rammed into The Living Legend's
side.
They broke off and eyed each other warily.
- Shit, I've never meet someone who fights like this before...
or have I? Something that Wonder Woman said about this happening
before? Still, I don't think I can keep blocking his attacks for long,
I've gotta go on the offensive. -
Suddenly, for no apparent reason, Batman growled in anger and
brought his fist down on the platform's side, smashing through the
light pipe there.
Captain America disregarded it, and lept forward, meaning to
knock the Caped Crusader down onto his back where Cap's superior
strength would give him the upper hand. As he jumped Batman nodded
slightly, his eyes looking towards the side of the platform.
Cap instantly changed his strategy, guessing at what Batman
was planning. He allowed himself to miss his opponent, who grabbed him
by the shoulders and pushed him towards the gap in the platform's
side.
"Trust me!" Batman whispered harshly through gritted teeth.
Captain America nodded, and when Batman pushed him off the side
he grabbed him by the cape and pulled him down after him.
---
Barbara Gordon - formerly Batgirl, now Oracle - scrolled
down through the newsgroup, looking at the different variety of stories.
Many of them were junk-messages, advertising pheromone colognes, sex
sites, money schemes and the like.
"Spam?" she questioned, as if she didn't know.
She bypassed stories which didn't interest her, the stories about
wives with other men, about interracial celebrity rape, about gay snuff
pedophelia urine drinkers until she came upon something that did interest
her.
(Mr W. Ell Hung) Teen Titan No More {3/5} (m/f, oral, anal,
superhero) - starring Nightwing and Zatanna.
"Superhero stories," she whispered with a little thrill of pleasure
in her voice, her now very moist finger worked it's way between her
clitoris and her pussylips,"Nightwing."
She double-clicked it and the story came up, she began to read
even as it was loading.
Part Three.
The excess cum ran down her chin, and she desperately
tried to lick it all up.
Nightwing couldn't believe it, he had just shot his load
down Zatanna's throat and he still wanted more, his erection was
as strong as ever.
"Come on then," giggled Zatanna, turning around and
getting on her hands and knees, she presented her rounded ass
for his inspection,"Come get some!"
"Oh I intend too!" replied the former teen titan, and
he got onto his knees behind her. Grabbing one of her hips in
one hand and his cock with the other, he guided his long, thin
penis towards her waiting cuntlips, and then pushed in, entering
the magician with a grunt, marvelling at her tightness.
Barbara read the rest of the story, then found the other four
parts and read those too. As she read she worked first one finger into
her newly awoken pussy, and then two. Hunching her hips up and frigging
herself mercilessly with her fingers as she read, her nipples pressing
out in hard little nubs against her shirt, which was beginning to stain
clear with sweat.
The story related how Nightwing (whose true identity was obviously
not known to the author) went out to prove his manhood, and met Zatanna,
a magician and sometimes member of the JLA. After catching some drug
dealers the two suddenly get very horny and start fucking each other in
every concievable way. Zatanna sucks Nightwing's cock, gets fucked
doggy-style, missionary, against the wall and on top of him, then they
69 and finally he fucks her up the ass.
Barbara's breath came faster and faster as she read, and when she
reached the climax she also reached HER climax. Her hips banged up and
down mercilessly as she fucked her long unused cunt with her hand, her
eyes rolled back in her head, lips parted as she gave in to her pleasure.
Of course, Barbara was unaware of all this, because her conscious
mind had been rendered inert for want of a better word. The mechanical
bug sent by The Forgotten (who knew she was Oracle and didn't want her
assisting the JLA in any way) had injected a formula that temporarily
broke down chemical links and formed new ones (also temporary) shutting
off the rational, left side of the brain and allowing the
right hemisphere to take over. This effectively cut off her thinking
mind and allowed her instintual body to take over, ruled entirely by
sensation. The new chemical links in the brain were such that she still
had access to all her own memories and knowledge, but her conscious,
rational mind was incapable of controlling it... in fact her conscious
mind was totally unaware her body remained functional, the mind of Oracle
was basically asleep.
The bug had also injected her with thousands of nano-bots,
incredibly miniscule robots designed to perform a certain function. These
were programmed to attach to her spine and reform the severed nerves that
had taken away her ability to walk, they were not supposed to do anything
extra after that... but The Forgotten had neglected to take Barbara's
immense knowledge of computers into account.
Her subconscious had already incorperated the nano-bots existance
as something that had already been there, but of her body's bio-chemistry,
controlled by the brain like regular nerves, and now her subconscious,
which was in control at last, commanded them to work for her.
She pushed away from the desk once more, then stood up, her legs
a little clumsy from misuse. She pulled her hand, still dripping, from
her soaking panties and pressed it against the computer screen, a look
of intense sexual satisfaction on her face. She moaned happily, and
then the nano-bots were attaching her hand to the computer and moden,
and moving out into the system.
Her mind was instinctually aware of the nano-bots as they entered
cyberspace and moved from computer to computer, seeking out what she
wanted, jacking into computer surveillance systems as easily as they
looked up theatre reviews in local papers websites, until she finally
found what she wanted.
And what she wanted was to make the story come true.
-
Nightwing was sitting on the old building in his city of
Bludhaven, watching as the two thugs moved the crate towards the docks,
as soon as their boss put in an appearance he planned to make his move,
and hopefully score yet another blow against corruption.
Behind him, unseen, the metal of the computerised alarm box
(the landlord had enthusiastically shelled out cash for the up to date
device before realising the building was so old and run down no one wanted
to break into it) bulged slightly, then swung open. On the small message
screen a smiley face appeared, and then it too bulged, forming the shape
of a bug similar (but larger) than the one which had bit Barbara. The
bug, about the size of a penny, focused directly on Nightwing's exposed
neck, and then shot straight forward and injected the nano-bots into
his system, making him part of the system.
The former ward of Bruce Wayne screamed in pain as white lightning
seemed to rip through him. Below him the two thugs dropped the crate
in fright and looked up to see the young hero fall backwards from the
roof. They looked at each other with grin nods, then pulled guns free
and ran towards the building. They kicked the door in easily, the alarm
did not go off (Barbara's nano-bots had deactivated it to avoid accidently
alerting Dick to thier presence) and ran up the stairs.
When they arrived on the roof, they looked about in confusion,
except for a fizzing and blackened alarm box, the roof was totally empty.
-
Zatanna was playing a couple of shows in Gotham to help pay her
bills, and as she prepared to go on stage she found herself once again
considering why she couldn't just be an ordinary superhero.
She was wearing a red bow tie, tight white shirt and glittering
blue jacket. The shirt was joined onto a dark blue bikini panties, so
that members of the audience got to get a good look at her long,
shapely legs, although when she turned around the tails of her jacket
kept them from perving at her lovely ass.
- Ah well, another day, another dollar, - she thought and
took a step forward.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, Zatanna!" yelled the M.C with forced
enthusiasm,"Loveliest Magician this side of Metropolis!"
She walked on stage amid numerous wolf-whistles and clapping
from the audience. She wore fishnet stockings which seemed to excite
them even more.
"Ladies and Gents," she said, even though the audience was
practically all male,"For my first trick...."
Before she could finish a beam blasted from the M.C's laptop
backstage, enveloped her and flashed brightly. When the light cleared,
she was gone.
The crowd sat in stunned silence, then began to clap and cheer
in appreciation. They continued in this vein for a couple of minutes,
then the mumbles began.
Zatanna had not returned yet.
-
The Forgotten's eyes widened in shock as he watched the
proceedings on the monitor. He had been absorbed in watching Oracle's
reaction to having her paralysis negated, and had taken his eyes
away from the Batman/Captain America fight. He had turned back just
in time to see them go over the edge. Quickly he directed his camera, a
microscopic device so small ordinary humans couldn't see it, and cloaked
in a lightbending shield that made it invisible, not even Superman
could have seen it.
Changing the screen to nightvision, he looked deperately around
the bottom of the shaky platform for either of the Heroes, then
quickly sped the camera down the full length of the flooded dam, hoping
that one of them had survived.
Eventually arriving at the huge cloud of mist at the base of
the dam where the overflowing water was smashing into the river, he
saw something in the distance. Pushing the camera forward he felt
his ire rise as he saw what it was.
"Damn it! This ruins all my plans!" he cried, slamming his
fist against the side of his control console.
On screen, laying plastered against a rock were the tattered,
bloody remains of Batman's cape and the dented, smashed remnants of
Captain America's triangular shield.
Winner - None?
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End Part Eight.
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