This story is mostly based on Wes (Scream, Nightmare on Elm Street) Kraven’s first film, The Last House on the Left. Believe it or not his Freddy Krueger is mellow and laidback compared to the sadists in that film. So once I saw it I knew had to put some poor unsuspecting heroines through the same treatment.
This is the first time I’ve used pre-existing characters. If you don’t know the Huntress and Spoiler they’re two female vigilantes that hang out with Batman. I give a quick summary of who’s who in the story but if you want to know more about them the Huntress’ Wikipedia entry is here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huntress_%28comics%29
Spoiler is here:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spoiler_(comics)
(She’s technically dead right now but that never stopped anyone else in comics.)
Their use here is a parody; it is not intended to challenge any copyrights or trademarks of DC Comics or other rights holders. This story is copyright 2006 Marcus Lycus. It is intended for adult audiences. Do not repost it without permission.
Marcus Lycus
July 2006
It seemed it was always night in Gotham City. Even at noon the towering buildings and thick pollution turned the streets into a shadowy twilight. Over the years crime had been falling throughout the United States, even the streets of New York City were safe at night. But not in Gotham. Some called the city cursed; others called it America’s asshole. But a few heroes call it home.
The Huntress ran along the rooftops, her long muscular legs pounding the tar roof, her long purple cape trailing behind her, her firm globular breasts bouncing with each step. Behind her the Spoiler struggled to keep up. The teen girl had only been a vigilante for a short while and her developing body was no match for the older woman’s athletic form. But she didn’t complain, she chose this life for herself and was determined to do her best.
The two women reached the end of the roof and fired their grapple guns. In unison they swung across O’Neil Street and gracefully landed on the next set of roofs. They started to run again.
Their mentor and self-proclaimed leader the Batman was out of town on JLA business. Batgirl and Robin were in Japan, Nightwing in Bludhaven. So Gotham’s two female protectors had to take up the slack. When they heard that two criminals were hiding on the west side they didn’t hesitate to go after them. Huntress and Spoiler might not be the most famous vigilantes in Gotham but they are just as committed and determined as any other.
They jumped and ran and swung a dozen more blocks before they got to their destination, the old Impact warehouse. It was in a part of town still devastated by the earthquake, surrounded by ruined buildings, vacant lots and piles of rubble. It looked like a war zone. That’s why they chose to approach on foot, they knew their targets would see them coming if they took their bikes or if they called in a SWAT team. The rumors said these were dangerous men, part of some sort of top-secret special forces unit. They were accused of committing atrocities in Kuraq and returned to the U.S. to stand trial but had escaped a week ago. There was a nationwide manhunt for them and dire warnings that they were extremely dangerous. Huntress and Spoiler knew they had to be taken down quickly and quietly or the girls might find themselves in over their heads.
The underworld informant claimed the two were in Gotham to make a deal with the one of the local crime lords, probably being hired for a hit. The two heroines planned to wait for the meeting to begin and net everyone at once.
Perched on a condemned tenement building the Huntress looked over their target. For a moment the full moon poked through the pollution and she could be seen clearly. She was a stunning woman, curved and strong like a panther, her strong legs and arms were barely concealed by her purple and blue costume. She had several costumes of course, but for the summer’s heat she’d chosen her earliest one, a blue and purple bathing suit cut low, almost her navel, matching elbow length gloves, calf-length boots and a long dark purple cape completed the outfit. This costume did not offer much in way of protection but it gave her freedom of movement and she’d found it certainly distracted male foes Her long black hair was free, her face concealed only by a purple mask with two spikes reminiscent of Batman’s ears. She was well-armed with a crossbow, throwing knives, shurikens, bolos and other weapons. In fact Batman often criticized her for relying too much on weapons.
Spoiler climbed up behind her into the light. She wore a purple jumpsuit that concealed her body from head to neck. Over that she had a matching purple cloak and hood over her head and a blue mask that completely covered her face. Blue boots and gloves finished the outfit. The jumpsuit was skin tight and showed off the seventeen-year-old’s developing body. Her breasts were modest but her body was lean and sleek like a gymnast’s. The Huntress had been reluctant at first to bring her along but Spoiler had proven herself a dozen times over when she worked with Robin. Huntress just hoped the young girl was ready for the big leagues.
The two women had a lot in common. The Huntress had become a heroine after her mafia-connected father was rubbed out. She’d dedicated herself to righting the wrongs of her own family. Similarly Spoiler’s father was a supervillain called the Clue Master and she had become a heroine to ‘spoil’ her father’s plans. Spoiler was almost ten years younger than the Huntress, about the same age as the inner-city kids Helena taught in her civilian identity. They got along well and the Huntress was starting to think of Stephanie as her apprentice, much like Batman and Robin. Not that she would ever admit to that feeling.
“It looks like we’re early” she whispered and pointed. Spoiler took out her low-light binoculars and nodded. The two war criminals were sitting in a bare room on some broken furniture. This was the first time the two heroines had a good look at their targets. One man, Krug was bullet-headed and covered with scars and tattoos. The other one, simply called the Weasel was smaller and slimmer with slicked-back hair. He could pass for a banker or lawyer if he had to. She noticed both of them seemed to have tubes running up and down their arms, they looked vaguely familiar but the Huntress could not place where she had seen them before.
The Huntress increased the magnification on her Waynetech binoculars and activated the integrated shotgun mike. For the millionth time she wondered how Batman got such sophisticated equipment.
“-just sit tight” she heard the Weasel say “Mister J will be here soon.”
The Huntress froze for a second. Mister J? She shook her head, it couldn’t be, he was in Arkham Asylum. It had to be someone else. It had to be. But if there was even a chance they had to act now.
“Get ready, we’re going in.”
“Now?” Asked the Spoiler. “I thought the plan was to wait for their contact to show up and then get all of them together.”
“The plan’s changed.”
Before Spoiler could ask anything else the Huntress loaded her crossbow and fired a rope line across the street. She’d already jumped before her young partner could throw her own line.
“What the fuck?!” Krug yelled as the Huntress’ boot smashed through the window. It was all he had time to say before a crossbow quarrel shot through his hand pinning him to the wall.
The Weasel was just getting to his feet when the Huntress landed a powerful punch to his nose. They heard the bone snap and he crumpled back into his chair.
It was already over when the Spoiler landed in the room.
“Hurry up and get them cuffed, I want to get out of here as soon as-“ Huntress’ sharp eyes spotted Krug’s hand going for something on his belt she raised the crossbow again. “Don’t even think it mister, one more move and-.”
“You’ll what?” Krug smiled and pushed the button on his belt. A look of euphoria crossed his face and he calmly pulled his hand from the wall and yanked out the crossbow bolt.
The Huntress fired. He caught the bolt with his good hand. Before she could reload he knocked her arm out of the way and landed a hammer-like blow across her face. The experienced heroine staggered back.
The Spoiler moved to help but found strong arms wrapped around her. The Weasel had risen silently and grabbed her. She squirmed in his arms using all of the escape tricks she had learned from Robin and even from Batman herself but to no avail. She even landed a solid kick between his legs like the Huntress had taught her but the Weasel didn’t react. It was like fighting a stone statue. The teenager started to panic, she screamed.
The Huntress saw Spoiler’s plight but couldn’t offer any aid. She landed a few more punches on Krug but he laughed them off. She reached for a knife but he knocked it out of her hand faster than she could react. She tried for a smoke bomb but he sent it flying out the window. She tried a kick and he blocked it. That’s when she realized the tubes she had seen were now coursing with fluids. VENOM! She realized. Venom was the steroid that powered the super-villain Bane, the man who broke Batman’s back! And these thugs had Venom injectors just like his! No wonder they were so fast, no wonder they were so strong. The Huntress’ heart skipped a beat; she realized they were playing with her.
And that’s when he stopped playing and fired off a punch right between her eyes.
The world went dark and the Huntress fell on her back.
Dazed she saw the door open and a man in a purple suit entered. A man with chalky white skin and green hair.
“Hey Mister J.” Krug said casually.
“Well, well, I see the guests have arrived! We’re going to have such fun, hee-hee-hee.” The Joker giggled.
That’s when the Huntress passed out.
The Huntress’ head lolled to the side and her mouth fell open. She muttered something about “Five more minutes mom…” when she felt something prick her arm. Her eyes shot wide open.
She was in the same room. Spoiler was across the room; her hood was down, exposing the girl’s long blond hair. Her blue mask was also off, exposing her freckled face and large blue eyes. Her utility belt was gone of course. The mask had been shoved in her mouth to gag her and her hands were cuffed behind her back. She was scared but otherwise unharmed.
The Huntress silently thanked God.
Then she took stock of her own situation. Like Spoiler her hands were cuffed behind her back (with her own cuffs she could feel) and she had been unmasked and disarmed. She was lucky that neither of them were famous, their unmasked faces meant nothing to the thugs or to the joker.
The Weasel was holding her upright, his hands gripping her stomach. She felt weak and woozy, more than she should even after being knocked out. She looked to the left, there was a small mark on her arm, she caught the Joker tucking a hypodermic into his coat.
“No…” she muttered. “Oh God… no… What did you do to me you-mmph!“
The Huntress was silenced as the Joker grabbed her jaw and squeezed.
“Now, now, watch your language, there’s a child present.” He gestured extravagantly towards Spoiler and let go of the brunette’s mouth.
The Huntress took several deep breaths and tried to calm down. She was trapped and had to play the Joker’s game, for Spoiler’s sake, for now.
The Joker grinned and appreciated the view of Huntress’ splendid breasts.
“What do you want… Joker.”
“My face on the one dollar bill?” He laughed and, after a minute, the two thugs joined him. “But seriously Bat-Bimbos, I want to see what you’ve got to show me, both of you.”
Huntress’ eyes went wide, “NO!” her voice dropped to a whisper “Joker, please, do what you want to me, just let her go, please…”
“Is that an offer Bat-Babe? Hmmm?”
Huntress felt Weasel’s hands move upwards, they were cupping her breasts now and teasing her nipples. She squirmed uncomfortably and could feel his crotch poking into her butt. She grit her teeth and thought of Spoiler.
“Just let her go.”
The Joker leaned in and whispered in her ear while his chalky white fingers ran up and down her chest. “Oh but when I let her go you’ll just do some clever Bat-Ninja thing and I’ll have to go back to sharing a cell in Arkham with the Mad Hatter, no, no, no that won’t do. How about this Bat-Bust, the Little Purple Pussycat over there stays but we don’t touch her? Hmm? Is that good enough?”
Tears filled Huntress’ eyes. She was a teacher in her other identity, working with girls Spoiler’s age, she cursed herself for ever letting the novice heroine come along. She cursed herself for ever letting her get caught.
“yes…” she sighed.
Anything to protect her young friend.
“Excellent, excellent Bat-Bitch, but just so the Purple Prune doesn’t feel too bad, let’s keep that our little secret, OK?” His cheek was against the Huntress’, she almost chocked on the Joker’s foul breath. But she managed to nod. He licked her cheek and she flinched.
“Let’s play a game Bat-Boobs; I think you’ll like it. Did you ever see Pollyanna? There’s this girl there who plays “the joy game” no matter how bad things are she finds a bright side and enjoys it. Can you play the joy game Bat-Breasts? Can you learn to find joy in bad times? I think you can, I know I do. Can you?”
He abruptly grabbed her breasts and viciously twisted them. Huntress bit her lip to stifle a cry.
“Did you like that Bat-Cow? Did you like me touching your udders? They’re so big I could hardly resist!” The goons giggled again. “Did you?” The Joker’s voice dropped to a whisper “Or should I see how Prune-Girl over there likes it?”
“I… I like it.”
“Louder, I don’t think she can hear you.”
“I LIKE IT!” She yelled as he twisted them again. She felt the spandex from her costume slide off the breasts leaving them bare for the three criminals to see. Weasel’s hands cupped them again.
“Geeze Joker, they’re so firm.”
“Mmm, those are some nice milk udders aren’t they? Moo for me Bat-Cow, come on, say it, MOOOOO!”
“…(moo)…” The Huntress whispered through clenched teeth.
“MOOOO!” The Joker repeated with another nipple twist.
“MOOOO!” The Huntress replied, afraid of what he would do.
“Again?”
“MOOOO!” She bellowed. Krug took that moment to lock his lips around one prominent breast and sucked on it like a baby.
“MOOOO!” The Huntress repeated. “MOOOO! I love it when you suck my udders, MOOOO!”
Across the room Stephanie Brown, a.k.a. the Spoiler watched. She was too far away to hear their whispers but she could hear Huntress’ cries, hear her mooing like a cow. She looked away and cried.
She’d become a heroine months ago when she discovered her father, a minor supervillain called the Clue Master had returned to crime. She created the Spoiler identity to follow him and spoil his schemes. In the process she had met Robin and eventually Batman and became a full-fledged heroine. In all that time she had never been captured, never really been hurt and certainly never subjected to anything like this!
She watched the Huntress’ humiliation in shock, fear and humiliation.
Shock that her brave friend would say things like that. In the back of her mind she knew the Joker was making her friend say she liked it, but the sight of the mighty Huntress saying she liked this abuse still had an impact.
Fear that the Joker would subject her to the same treatment. Stephanie knew her courage was already broken, she didn’t know what would happen if the villains actually hurt her.
Humiliation that in her heart she was glad the Huntress was being abused. Glad it wasn’t her. She tried to stifle it but there was a part of her mind that was praying only the Huntress would be hurt, that Stephanie would escape.
The mighty Huntress was brought to her knees and her costume was peeled back from her shoulders. Krug was still sucking on her breasts and the Weasel was kissing her neck and shoulders.
The Joker stood over them like a ring master, smiling his insufferable smile.
“please…” she whispered “not like this… not in front of her!”
The Joker continued to smile but nodded. He turned and crossed the room. He reached over Stephanie’s head and released her Bat-cuffs. He pulled her mask out of her mouth.
The Huntress tried to say something but Krug bit down on her nipple hard.
“AH!” She cried but the Weasel hissed in her ear. “Moo! Oh harder, please harder, MOO!”
Stephanie looked down at her friend and up at the gangly villain in front of her. She stumbled. Whatever they had injected her with had left her too weak to even think of escape.
“Come now my Teenaged Eggplant, time for your beauty rest.” The Joker opened a closed door and bowed like a doorman.
Spoiler didn’t move.
“Come now, I know you kids like to stay up past your bedtime but I have to lay down the law.” He quickly slapped her butt and sent the girl stumbling forward into the closet. He shut the door behind her and locked it.
He turned towards the Huntress, her costume was off now, she wore only her boots and a black thong. She was lying on her own cape as Krug and Weasel played with her body. The Joker took a few steps forward and smiled down at her. He knelt next to the brunette heroine, the Huntress twisted to face him and snarled in defiance.
The Joker just giggled and gripped her jaw. His clammy skin and foul breath repelled the heroine but his grip was like iron and she couldn’t turn away.
“Say it. You don’t have to mean it Bat-Boobs but you do have to say it. Either you say it or Bat-Eggplant in the closet will. And I’ll make sure she means it.”
The Huntress didn’t need any more persuasion.
“Oh Krug, fuck me” she cried through grit teeth, “fuck me hard!”
The Joker giggled a bit and motioned for her to continue.
The Huntress would have rather thrown up than say those words. No threats, no torture could have made her say them. But the thought of Stephanie made her continue through grit teeth and tear-filled eyes.
“Oh it feels so good! Fuck me you strong, strong, man!”
Krug was happy to oblige.
Spoiler lay in the closet curled in a ball listening to her friend’s shameful cries. She told herself they were making the Huntress say that, but it didn’t help. It just made the seventeen year old heroine wonder what they would make her do when the closet door opened.
Slowly the cries ended and there was silence.
Stephanie rocked back and forth, half out of her mind with fear.
Then the door opened.
“Hello Stephanie, your Uncle Joker is here.” He held out a green pill. “And I brought candy.”
The Huntress awoke lying on her own cape sandwiched between the sleeping forms of Krug and Weasel. The Joker was no where to be seen and the first hits of dawn were visible through the pollution. The two criminals were exhausted and did not stir. They were lying on her cape; her costume was crumpled in the corner. She had no idea where her mask, gloves and utility belt were. The only thing she had on was her boots.
Painfully she climbed to her feet. The Huntress’ knees wobbled as she staggered towards the closet. She knew there wasn’t much time; she had to get Spoiler and escape. She opened the door slowly and softly.
“Stephanie?” She whispered. “Stephanie we have to go now!”
No answer.
She opened the door a bit wider and said a bit louder “Stephanie!” She hissed “get up! This is our chance!” She opened the door wider still.
It was empty.
Stephanie was gone.
The Huntress looked down at the crumpled clothes and chuckled. Then she giggled. Then she started to laugh, she laughed more, doubling over. She stumbled and fell to the floor. Tears ran down her cheeks and she convulsed with laughter. She just couldn’t stop!
She heard more laughter echoing her own, the Joker had returned.
He knelt down next to her and joined her in a long howling laugh. Krug and Weasel woke up and laughed as well.
The Huntress was having trouble breathing, her jaw hurt from so much laughing; she could feel the muscles start to cramp up, pulling her lips into a huge grin. Her vision grew dim but she just could not stop laughing.
She felt another prick in her arm.
She stopped laughing and began to cough and hyperventilate. The Joker, Krug and Weasel stood around commenting on how her breasts were shaking. She wanted to puke but somehow kept her bile down.
When she had some control over herself and her vision had cleared a bit the Huntress’ once-keen mind figured it out. Smilex! It had been the Joker’s trademark poison that forced its victims to literally laugh themselves to death and left their corpses with a hideous grin. She’d almost died from it; the Joker must have given her an antidote… but why?
“Ah, my little Bat-Cow, did you figure it out? Smilex is my favorite invention ever! It makes people so happy but somehow, after a few whiffs of Smilex they’re just no fun anymore. That’s why I made new and improved delayed action Smilex! Guaranteed to bring a smile to your face every 12 hours or your money back! Of course you’ll need the antidote every 12 hours or you won’t be able to collect but that’s a minor problem I’m sure you’ll agree, as long as you cooperate that is.”
“So unless I do what you say…”
“You won’t get the antidote, and you’ll go with a smile!”
“Oh my God…” It was too much! The Huntress couldn’t believe she’d been trapped this thoroughly. Not only was Spoiler a captive but even if they escaped the Huntress would have just 12 hours to live. And what about Spoiler, was she injected too? Maybe Batman or S.T.A.R. Labs could save her but with just 12 hours to analyze the poison… And no one had ever found an antidote before…The odds weren’t good.
“Where’s Steph-I mean Spoiler you bastard! You promised not to hurt her!”
“And you promised to obey, but I don’t hold grudges. Stephanie Brown” he called in a sing-song voice, “come out, come out where ever you are!”
The Huntress’ stomach sank when he said that. The Joker somehow knew Stephanie’s real name, now the teen-aged girl would never be safe. She felt Krug and Weasel’s arms around hers and she was pulled to her feet. After her near-death experience she was too weak to stand.
Stephanie came in, dressed only in a man’s tee-shirt; she rubbed sleep from her eyes. “Hey Jo- I mean Uncle Joker, what was all that laughing?”
“Oh Bat-Cow and I were sharing a little joke, weren’t we Bat-Cow?”
The Huntress wiggled her arms weakly but was far too weak to escape Krug and Weasel’s iron grip. She sighed in defeat.
“Weren’t we Bat-Cow?” The Joker wrapped an arm around Stephanie’s shoulders. Stephanie squirmed a bit.
“Y-yes Joker, yes we were. A very funny joke… Stephanie, Steph are you OK? Did he… did he do anything?”
“Huh? No, no, um, Mr. Joker just let me sleep in the spare bedroom. That’s all. He even gave me something to help me sleep. My costume and stuff are hanging back there.”
The Huntress let out a sigh of relief.
“Stephanie is like a niece to me” the Joker said with an extravagant gesture. “Why Clue Master and I were in the same group therapy in Arkham. He was always proud of his little girl and I’d never let anything bad happen to her. In fact I’ll protect her as much as you will Bat-Cow.”
“Um, are you OK Huntress?”
“Why Stephanie, what kind of question is that? Of course she’s OK, she loves this sort of thing, didn’t you hear her last night? Tell her Bat-Cow.”
The Huntress’ mind raced, NO! He couldn’t make her do that! He just couldn’t! He couldn’t make her say those things in front of Stephanie. “Please…” She pleaded.
“What’s that? Please what?”
Huntress swallowed her pride and did what she knew she had to. “Um… please um… make love to me again, I really want to… I really want you to… um…”
“To fuck you?”
“… to fuck me…”
“You do like it don’t you?”
Stephanie just stood there watching mutely. Huntress looked away, closed her eyes and let tears fall down her cheeks, why was he doing this to her! “Yes! Yes damnit! I want you to fuck me! Please! Okay? Please fuck me damnit!”
“That’s why you wear that skimpy costume isn’t it? Because you want to be fucked?”
“Y-yes, that’s why I wear a skimpy costume, I-I want to be fucked.”
“Well then gentlemen, don’t keep the lady (and I use that term loosely) waiting! Time for her morning exercise!”
Now Stephanie I don’t want you to see this, so come with me and we’ll make some breakfast for those hard-working men.”
“Y-yes Uncle Joker.”
“Moo! Fuck me hard! Moo!” The Huntress cried.
The Huntress closed her eyes and let the cold water wash over her. There was no hot water but she hardly cared.
This morning’s rapes had not been as bad as the previous evening’s. Even with their venom injectors Krug and Weasel could not last that long. The Huntress was thankful for that small mercy. Spoiler had cooked up eggs and hotcakes and served the three men. In turn they passed on scraps to the Huntress by dropping them the floor. The Heroine greedily accepted them; she knew she had to endure this small humiliation to keep up her strength.
On the floor she was not able to see the Joker offer Spoiler some ‘vitamins’ or see Stephanie eagerly swallow them.
After breakfast she’d been shown to the bathroom and allowed to wash. It was the first time she’d been alone since they were captured.
She ran her soapy hands along her abused body and thought hard. Her options were so limited. The Joker had her. Even at her peak she’d been no match for Krug and Weasel and now, after a night and morning of rape… She could barely stand. Her desperate mind latched on to one hope, Batman. The dark heroine was always reluctant to rely on the arrogant hero but she knew once he returned to Gotham (please come soon!) his first priority would be finding the Joker. The Huntress just had to last that long. And make sure Stephanie was safe.
That’s all. She prayed for strength.
Her musings were interrupted; the Joker pulled the shower curtain open and laughed. “Good morning Bat-Cow, it’s such a nice day! Let’s go for a drive!”
The Huntress mutely nodded.
“So Stephanie did you know the Miller Memorial Bridge was built by convicted criminals?”
“No Uncle Joker.”
“During the Depression the state used prison gangs to build most of the pylons; those criminals built secret rooms and passages in them so they could hide their loot in them. Bats and I spent a magical night exploring them together.”
“Uh-huh”
“And let me tell you about Gotham Towers, that’s a funny story…”
The Joker was driving his green and purple limonene across the bridge with Spoiler in the shotgun seat. The girl was back in her purple costume and was not restrained. She could try something, she could try and take out the Joker now while he was distracted but she didn’t dare. She was too afraid of what might happen if she failed.
Besides he was kind of funny and seemed genuinely concerned about her. He was so gentle with her she couldn’t believe he’d hurt her. As they left the city the conversation turned to her life as a vigilante.
“So that’s how I became Spoiler…”
“So young! So sweet! Hard to believe you’re once of the Bat-Brigade!”
“That’s how they think too… even Robin treats me like a kid. And he’s younger than I am.”
“That’s not right! But if you take your vitamins you’ll beat them all one day.”
In the back of the limo the Huntress sat between Weasel and Krug. She was also back in costume, even her mask had been returned, everything but her weapons. Her hands and legs were free. She looked to the left and right and considered her options. The divider was up, in theory the Joker didn’t know what was going on. She thought of trying something but she didn’t dare. What if she was wrong? What if she failed?
The limo left the city. Huntress felt Krug’s strong arm wrap around her shoulders. He pulled her close. She tired to turn her head but he grabbed her chin and turned it. She reluctantly accepted his invading tongue. Weasel pulled on her bare legs, reaching for the thin strip of spandex that guarded her abused nether-regions. He peeled it back and slipped his fingers inside. He gently stroked it and it opened obligingly. Krug peeled the spandex away from her breasts and started mauling them. The Huntress meekly accepted their touch and even sighed as Weasel’s cock invaded her wet pussy.
The limo climbed up a country road and Spoiler tired to contain her excitement. She recognized this area; it was near her father’s upstate house. She was almost home! Hope rose in her heart; she just had to keep her eyes open for a chance to escape!
About a mile from her home the Joker turned off the road up a dirt lane into a heavy forest.
He parked and opened the door, then he walked around and opened Stephanie’s door with a flourish. “Come out Bat-Violet, it’s time for our picnic!” Stephanie carefully climbed out and walked with the Joker to the trunk, she took out the checkered blanket and picnic basket the Joker made her pack. Joker spread it and laughed. “Now let’s check on our guests.” He opened the back door.
Krug and Weasel pulled the Huntress out. Spoiler looked again at her friend, Huntress’ nipples were obviously erect and she was out of breath. There was something sticky on her face too. She’d totally been fucking them in the back seat, Stephanie was disgusted.
“And now lunch!” The Joker yelled!
The five of them sat down for a picnic lunch under the trees. Spoiler had only made peanut butter and jelly sandwiches but the Joker elaborately praised her throughout the awkward lunch. Spoiler actually blushed under his endless praise and chuckled at his jokes. The only drink was prune juice and the Huntress greedily drank it. The Huntress knew she desperately needed food and drink to recover her strength. She tried to keep Krug and Weasel’s hands off of her body during the meal. The two thugs kept pawing her sensitive breasts and teasing her nipples through the costume. Spoiler looked away.
Towards the end of lunch Spoiler started to look tired and listless, Huntress saw the Joker give her a green pill and saw Spoiler eagerly dry-swallow it. That scared her more than anything. Whatever the Joker was up to, she had to end it now.
She figured these woods were good for their escape. While Weasel and Krug had been tough to beat in close quarters, the two heroines were experienced in stealth and evasion. The Huntress had no doubt they could disappear in the forest with just half a chance. She still had to worry about the Smilex in her body (how many hours were left? 8 hours? Less? She tried not to obsess) but at least they had a chance together.
Weasel ducked behind some bushes to do his business and Huntress rose to her feet.
“Hey Bat-cow whatchadoin’?” Krug said and grabbed her thigh.
“Let go of me, I have to… y’know, go. And so does Spoiler.”
“Really? Really?” The Joker wrapped an arm around Spoiler and chuckled. “What is it with girls always going together; do you really have to go Stephanie?”
“I… um…” Huntress kept looking to the woods; it was the only way she could think of to signal her young partner. What was wrong with the girl! Didn’t she realize this was their only chance?
“I really don’t have to go…” Spoiler said in a small voice.
The Huntress made up her mind, she would escape now. Everything the Joker had said implied Spoiler would be safe for a little while at least. Long enough for Batman to find her anyway. Besides… after a whole bottle of prune juice she really did have to go.
She grabbed Krug’s wrist and pried his hand off her thigh. “Well I have to go.”
The Weasel came out of the woods zipping up his fly. Huntress felt the odds against her rise, she got ready to run. “Should I take her behind the trees boss?”
“No, no, we’re all good friends here; you can just go here.”
“Yeah Bat-Bitch! Go here!” Krug yelled, laughing at the idea.
“I got a better idea, wet your pants!” Weasel added.
“WHAT!” Huntress yelled.
“Come on Bat-Bitch, just let ‘er rip!”
The Joker just laughed. “When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go, so go!”
“Go! Go! Go!” They yelled.
The Huntress closed her eyes, looked down.
And went.
She felt the shameful heat of her own urine soaking her spandex crotch and then running down her inner thigh into her boot. She sobbed.
The once-fearsome Huntress stood before her enemies pissing in her own pants.
The Joker laughed.
Krug and Weasel laughed.
And Spoiler laughed. “She’s like, such a skank!” The teen giggled along with the three villains.
And the Huntress snapped!
“You God-damned bitch!” She shrieked and jumped at Spoiler. Krug and Weasel were caught off guard and the Huntress tackled the younger girl. Together they rolled down the hill into a muddy ditch.
The three criminals turned to watch.
“Damnit Stephanie! Can’t you tell what he’d doing?!” The Huntress slugged the smaller girl a few times in the face, as if trying to bring her to her senses. “He’s brain-washing you!” She hit her again.
Bleeding from her nose and blinded by mud Spoiler kicked wildly knocking Huntress off her feet. The brunette heroine fell on her butt momentarily disoriented. Spoiler crawled to her feet and kicked the older women right between the legs! Huntress shrieked at the pain in her abused pussy.
“You skank! You’ve been fucking them for two days! I heard you! You fucking loved it! You wanted them to catch you! You wanted them to catch me! Uncle Joker is protecting me!” She kicked her again.
But Huntress’ superior experience paid off, she caught Stephanie’s leg between hers and twisted, bringing the blond girl down. She kicked Stephanie shrieking incoherently until strong arms pinned her and pulled her away. Krug had her again.
Then she saw what she had done.
Stephanie was lying in a fetal ball, her face a mass of bruises, her hair plastered with mud, her costume torn in several places. She was hyperventilating and crying.
“Oh God, Stephanie, I didn’t mean it, I didn’t… they made me… please you have to understand…”
By then the Joker was helping Stephanie to her feet and holding the crying girl.
“Now, now, Stephanie, it’s OK, she can’t hurt you any more. She won’t hurt you.”
“Stephanie NO!” The Huntress’ cries were muffled as Weasel jammed a gag into her mouth.
“BITCH!” Spoiler yelled and punched her friend in the gut. “BITCH!” She repeated and let loose a series of expert blows on Huntress’ nerve clusters. The Huntress cried through the gag a few more times and then passed out.
“That’s it, that’s OK Stephanie, I’m sorry that happened. But she can’t hurt you now.” Spoiler turned to Joker and cried on his chest. He started walking her towards the woods. “Now, now Steph, see that path? That leads to your dad’s place. I was going to let both of you go but…”
“It’s OK Uncle Joker, you’re right; she’s like sick or something.”
“So you just go up to your father’s house and I’ll finish up here.”
“OK. Um… Uncle Joker…”
“Hmm, oh of course, here you go” he put a green pill in her mouth, Stephanie swallowed it and smiled. She already felt stronger and braver. “And some for the road” he gave her a bottle of the pills, labeled vitamins. Then he patted her on her butt and sent her down the path. Stephanie walked a few steps and stopped.
“Um, Uncle Joker, will I see you again?”
“Do you want to?”
“Yes!”
“I’ll call you tomorrow night at 8. Can you remember that?”
“Yes, I’ll remember.”
“And don’t tell your dad or” Joker mimed a pair of bat-ears “let’s keep it our little secret.”
Spoiler nodded and took off down the path, almost skipping. The Joker liked her! She couldn’t get the idea out of her head, it was even better than the time Robin kissed her!
It never occurred to her that even a day before she’d been more afraid of the Joker than anyone alive.
He liked her!
Just thinking of his face made her young heart skip a beat.
“Ah young love…” the Joker chuckled. “… and old horniness.” He turned to the unconscious Huntress. Krug and Weasel were already pulling off her costume.
“Such a nice girl, too bad we can’t keep her.”
The next time the Huntress was fully conscious she found herself in a filthy room in some fleabag hotel. The window was barred and faced an alley. Her hands were bound over her head to the bed frame and her legs here similarly chained to the corners forcing her legs open. She was still in her costume and her nose told her it hadn’t been washed.
What else could she do in that situation? She laughed. And laughed. And laughed.
She wanted to shriek, to cry to scream but all she could do was laugh.
Her vision was going dark and she could feel the muscles in her face start to constrict.
“Not like this!” She prayed. “ANYTHING BUT THIS!”
She felt a sharp prick in her breast and her body convulsed a few times. She chocked and coughed and panted. She wet herself again.
“A bit close that time… wagh, wagh.”
Someone was sitting on the bed, he stank of rotting fish.
She opened her eyes. It was a short, fat man in a tuxedo. A monocle balanced on his long nose and a top hat on his head. An umbrella hung from his fat wrist. He ran his sweaty, meaty hands down her legs, not caring about the stream of piss on them.
The Penguin. Gotham’s vice lord.
“You are the pretty one… wagh, wagh. Much nicer than that Batgirl chick running around. You’ve got a lot more to… offer” he cupped Huntress’ breasts.
The heroine had recovered her wits by then. She spat at him. He just licked it off his face.
“Fiery too… wagh, wagh. Well you might have been the queen bitch of the bat brigade but now you’re just another drugged up whore. Course you’ll be fetching premium prices once Bane, Killer Kroc and Poison Ivy find out who you are.”
Huntress spat again.
“Enough of that now Helena. I know you don’t care about yourself but…” he pulled out a picture and dropped it on her chest. Huntress twisted her neck to see it; it was a class picture, her class. 31 high school students. The Penguin dropped another paper on her chest, a list of students and their addresses. Last of all she showed a picture of Stephanie Brown sitting at the breakfast table. Huntress could see her black eye, the picture was from today.
“You might be brave about yourself, but think of all those kids whose safety depends on you being a good little Bat-Cow.” He squeezed her breasts again, mauling them painfully. “Say it Bat-Cow, say it.”
Huntress’ jaw clenched, she bit her lip, she willed herself not to say it, and she tried to forget about her class, about Stephanie, about the hands squeezing her tender breasts…
The Penguin bit down on a nipple, she screamed.
“MOO! MOO!”
“And the rest, Bat-Cow, and the rest. You don’t have to mean it; you just have to say it.”
“F-fuck me Penguin. Please fuck me hard.”
“Oh I will Huntress. I will. I owe you for that time you shot me with your little crossbow, wagh. Don’t worry, you’re gonna get yours. But first you’ll need some training.” He opened the door and admitted four muscular thugs. “Bruno, Turk, Lunk, Icepick… you’re first.”
He strolled out spinning his umbrella. He passed a line of thugs outside Huntress’ room waiting for their turn.
It was a very long line.
Afterword
Well there you go. It’s a bit dark but not as bad as it could have been, in the first draft they both died. But that’s not any fun is it?
There may be a sequel to this if people like it. So please send feedback and requests to: