Helena crouched near the skylight, careful not to be seen. Her informant had been right on the money. Mesmer was here, along with about five or six of his hired thugs. Fair odds, she thought, but still slightly in his favor.
As she slid her mask into place, she wondered how Batman would handle this. It was a silly question, she knew. Batman would sneak in through the side door, find a position that would make him all the more impressive-looking to the criminals, and then say something menacing like, "Mesmer, the only place you're going to do your work from now on is behind bars!" Half the goons would give up on sight, the stupid ones would try to fight him, and the boy sidekick he carried with him would clean up whatever was left over.
None of that was her style. She was the Huntress. This was her collar. Batman didn't even know about this score, or, if he did, he wasn't doing anything about it. Who knew what went on in his mind, anyhow? He probably thought this one was beneath him.
She'd been tracking the trail of missing women for days. At first the statistics didn't seem to suggest a serial killer, but the strange fact was no bodies had turned up. Still, the pattern fit. Young women, ages 18 to 25, all fairly attractive, were disappearing from Gotham's nightlife. Something was going on, and it was up to her to find it.
The trail ended here, at the warehouse hideout of H.R. Mesmer. She'd thought he'd retired from the criminal game long ago, but apparently he was back in action.
"Need some help?" a voice called from the shadows.
Huntress immediately went for her crossbow and brought it to bear at the point where she'd heard the voice.
"Show yourself," she demanded.
"Very well," the voice came from behind her now, and she whirled to face it. "You can put the gun down, Huntress. I'm a friend."
The Black Canary was indeed a friend. A former ally, when the two were part of the Justice League reserves. Helena put the crossbow back in its holster. "I must be losing my touch," she cursed under her breath.
"No," Canary soothed, crouching next to her. "I've made a lifetime out of being able to sneak up on people. Just like you."
"I suppose you're right," the Huntress laughed lightly, cursing herself for being taken unawares. Batman would never have been caught with his guard down like that.
"So," Canary motioned to the people below. "The offer of help still stands."
"You've been tracking Mesmer as well?"
"Well, for some reason the pointy-eared kingpin of crime prevention around here hasn't done anything yet. It seemed like it needed investigation!"
Huntress let out a snort of derision. "He probably figured this was women's work!"
"You don't like him, do you?"
She thought about it. "He's an…amazing man. I just wish he would show me some respect for the work I do. But he's always so standoffish. Says the way I do things is wrong."
"Mmm," Canary nodded. "I get that sometimes from Ol…from Green Arrow. It's a big male-thing, I guess."
Huntress stood up. "Well, shall we show this group of big males what we can do?"
Canary stood up beside her. "Absolutely!"
They took a moment to figure out where to land then crashed in unison through the skylight, landing on a couple highly packed crates, then quickly bounding their way to the floor. Several thugs backed off in surprise, but a few of the more seasoned ones went for their guns immediately. By the time the two heroines were on the ground, several guns were pointed directly at them.
"What have we here?" Mesmer said, completely unfazed. "A pair of supergirlies coming to bring me to justice?"
"That's precisely what you've got!" Huntress shot back.
"You'll find we're a little tougher to take then those women you abducted!" Canary added.
"We shall soon find out," Mesmer chuckled. "Get them, boys!"
The thugs moved in, and the pair took up a defensive position. Black Canary moved first, surprising one of the goons with a devastating roundhouse kick that sent him reeling. Huntress rolled to the ground and brought her hand-held crossbow into play, lodging arrows into the hands of two of the gunmen. While they clutched their hands in pain, she moved in and quickly finished the job with a couple well-placed blows to the temple. The thugs' agony was quickly remedied by unconsciousness.
The Canary found herself with her back to the wall, and two large men moving in.
"Heh, we got this little bird cornered, Sid!" one laughed.
"Yeah. Can't wait to make her sing!"
They lunged in unison, and she deftly flipped over them. "That's okay boys!" she laughed as they collided into each other. "You wouldn't like the tune I'd sing!"
She landed on her feet and checked out her handiwork. "Well, those two aren't going anywhere fast!" she said to herself.
"Neither are you," a voice from behind her said. She felt a sharp scrape against her leg, just inside one of the holes of her fishnet tights. As she whirled to face her assailant, she came face to face with Mesmer.
"It's a special drug I like to call 'Cat O' Nine Tails'," he smiled, showing her the small needle he'd just cut her with. "As you're probably noticing, your body is getting stiff and rigid, but you're remaining fully conscious. If you don't believe me, why not ask your partner?"
He moved out of the way, and she saw the Huntress, standing still like a statue, making no movement of her own. She tried to move to her, to help her, but found her own body was no longer obeying her commands. She tried to ball her fingers up into a fist, and couldn't even do that. In no time her whole body was as stiff and unmovable as a mannequin's, yet her eyes were still able to take in the whole scene.
"Potent, isn't it?" laughed Mesmer. "I use it on all my victims. All those beautiful women that led you here. I'll bet you're wondering what I did to them, aren't you?"
Through her eyes, Black Canary saw Mesmer's goons bringing the Huntress' statue-like body over to stand next to hers, with Mesmer between them. She wanted to say something, but even her lips couldn't move.
"You probably thought I killed them, but you'd be wrong. I'm not a killer. There's no fun in that for me. No, I'm in the business of making money, and there's a fair lot of it to be made overseas. After all, no young woman willingly wants to prostitute herself, but if she can be made to want to do it, well, that's a whole different ballgame.
"So I bring the women here, hypnotize them, and put them in storage. And I'm paid handsomely for it. Soon, I'll move on from here to another town, and another, and another."
He motioned for one of his hired men to come over with a camera, and put a hand around the waist of both heroines to have his picture taken. Huntress was filled with disgust at the thought of this man putting his greasy paws on her, yet there was nothing she could do about it. Slowly he brought his hand down on her ass, and squeezed lightly.
"You two," Mesmer continued, slapping them both on the ass before moving from in between them, "present a problem. Oh sure, I could ship you off like all the rest. Make you both willing slaves to some rich Asian druglord. Maybe sell you to a former enemy of yours, would that be good?"
Huntress thought about the mafia bidding war that would happen over the sale of her body. The daughter of a mafioso herself, she'd made it her life's work to be the scourge of Cosa Nostra. The price on her head was jokingly called the pension plan, because the goodfella that collected on it would be able to retire. The thought of her being one of their slaves sent chills up her spine.
She wondered who Canary was having nightmares about.
"But the problem is, the two of you attract way too much public attention. You're both Justice League. You're both fairly well known, and if you turn up missing, well, that's going to attract a certain amount of super-powered attention. And that's attention I don't need!
"So I'm going to let you go, but at the same time, I'm going to take you both out of the picture, as far as your heroic careers go."
With these words, Mesmer turned to face the two women. From his pocket he produced two tiny earcuffs which he slid onto both their left ears. Canary heard a low humming sound, and felt her mind becoming less alert, less attuned to the world around her.
"You're both under my power now, ladies," Mesmer began. "You're no longer under the effects of Cat O' Nine Tails, and may move wherever I say you may move."
He motioned to a table in the corner of the warehouse. Paper and pencils were lying on top of it. "Please go to that table and write out your every vital statistic. I want to know your real names, addresses, telephone numbers, occupations, living relatives, the identities of other superheroes you know, and what weaknesses they may have, if any."
Without a word, both women walked over to the table and began writing. Black Canary, also known as Dinah Lance, revealed her entire history with the Justice League, including her lover, Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow. The Huntress didn't know many Leaguers, but revealed herself to be Helena Bertinelli, a schoolteacher by day, and listed her mafia history. In the end, both women had given Mesmer enough to bury both of them. When he'd seen enough information had been given, he told them both to stop.
"And now for the fun part," he smiled. "Currently, you're both in a trance, and susceptible to any command I give you. When you come out of the trance, you'll both still be bound by whatever command I say. If I command it, you will do it, without question or hesitation. Do you both understand this?"
"Yes," the women repeated dully.
"Very good," he said. "You've both made a lifetime out of fighting bad guys. That is about to end. From now on, if either of you come upon a villain, and you are wearing your costumes, you will, instead of thwarting them, aid them in their pursuits. Whatever they ask you to do, even if it means helping subdue a perfectly innocent victim, you will do it without question. This will only occur if you are wearing these costumes or any other costumes of a super-heroic origin. Is this understood?"
"Yes," they repeated.
"Excellent. Command number two. Now, to make sure neither of you has the time to bother donning your suits, I'm putting you on a rather special schedule. Every three hours, beginning at noon tomorrow, you will be filled with an insatiable desire to have sex. It doesn't particularly matter what kind, or with whom, or with what, for that matter. This passion will consume you, and if you do not appease it within an hour's time, you will surely die. Is that understood?"
"Yes," they repeated.
"A final command. If you ever hear the phrase, 'Mesmerize me.' You will immediately drop everything, get into costume, and come to this location. You will come to the exact spots you're standing on now, and fall back into your trance, and await my instruction. Understood?"
"Yes," they repeated.
"Good," he said. "I shall now remove these links around your ears, and you will come out of the trance. The drug having run its course, we'll see how well my methods work on superheroes."
The Huntress and Black Canary suddenly felt their bodily control returning to them.
"Mesmer!" Huntress cried, raising a fist, "You're…you're…"
Try as she might, the Huntress couldn't strike her foe, who stood not even a foot away from her.
"What am I?" he laughed.
She tried to throw a kick, but found her body again unwilling to cooperate. Desperately she looked to her partner, who was also attempting to land a blow.
"On your knees, ladies," Mesmer said. Both women immediately dropped. "Beautiful," Mesmer smiled.
"I think I deserve some trophies for this evening's pursuits," he smiled. "In one night I have ended the careers of two very promising young women.
"Canary, give me your jacket," he held an expectant hand out. Helpless to resist, Black Canary removed her leather jacket and handed it to him, revealing her bare shoulders and back, clad only in the leather corset she wore.
"You are so beautiful, Canary. Oliver is going to love you about three tomorrow…and at six…and at nine…" He chuckled.
"What are you talking about, you pervert?" she gritted at him.
"You'll find out, my dear. You'll find out."
He turned to the Huntress. "And my dear Helena," he said. "Ah to be a student in your class tomorrow at noon. What do you teach my dear?"
Helena bit her lip in defiance.
"No matter. I'm guessing Sex Ed will be on the syllabus for tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that…give me your cape."
She undid the fasteners that held the cape in place and handed it over.
"You two make such a beautiful team," Mesmer patronized them. "It'd be a shame to break the two of you up."
"Screw you, Mesmer," Black Canary spat.
"Hmmmm…tempting, but I've got something better in mind," he smiled down at her. "Mesmerize me!"
Immediately the two young ladies re-entered their trance-like state, despite the absence of the ear cuffs.
"New rule, ladies. At least once a week I want the two of you to get together and make passionate love to one another. I give you this option--you may either kiss long and hard in a public place, or you may go someplace private and take things all the way. The catch is, it must be done in your costumes. This will always remind you of what you were, what you could have been, and what, thanks to me, you'll never be. Understood?"
"Yes," they repeated.
"Good. Now when I snap my fingers, the two of you are going to get up and run out of here through the main door. You're going to keep running, as fast as you can, until you reach one mile outside the city. Let nothing stand in your way. When you reach the city limits, your own control will be returned to you. Understood?"
"Yes," they repeated.
"Good," he said, and snapped his fingers. The two women immediately rose to their feet and took off in a sprint, racing out the door. As they left, one of Mesmer's men came up to him.
"Was that smart boss? I mean, you let them go! We'd have killed them for you, if you didn't want the blood on your hands."
"No," Mesmer smiled deeply. "What I've done to those two girls is far worse than any fate death could hold for them!"
"But boss, it's sixteen miles to the city limits. They'll probably die of exhaustion before they make it there!"
"If they don't, they'll wish they had!"
Sixteen miles later, on the outskirts of the city, the two women slumped against the guardrail of the highway.
"What happened back there?" Black Canary demanded. "We were about to pound the stuffing out of Mesmer, and now we're here, drenched in sweat, and every pore of my body is aching like I've been working out for a week!"
"I don't know," the Huntress responded. "We must have been hit by something. Something that either teleported us here or froze us so they could drop us off here." She rubbed the calf of her leg. It hurt like hell.
"Either way, I'm too tired to move another step," Canary put a tired head on Helena's shoulder.
"Don't worry. I'll get to a pay phone and call a friend to pick us up."
She hoped Robin was up at this hour and would answer the phone. She didn't like having to depend on Batman, or even his associates, but she knew Robin had developed a sort of schoolboy crush on her. Maybe she should start using that to her advantage. Besides, there was no way they could walk back to the city now. Every joint in her body was stiff as she rose to her feet and slowly headed for the nearest offramp, which would have a gas station, which would have a phone, which would get her and Black Canary home, which would end this messy affair once and for all.
At least that's what she hoped.
Helena was grateful when the 11:50 lunch bell sounded. Four periods of teaching her class had left her nearly drained. As her pupils left, she looked forward to 45 minutes of uninterrupted rest. Fighting crime was hard enough, teaching five periods of students the next day was even worse.
She checked her schedule, and groaned. Parent conference at noon. Sylvia Albright's dad was coming in to discuss her recent grade slump. She wanted to call and cancel, but it was too late. He was probably already in the school, heading for her room.
She sighed, thinking since there was no way out of it, she might as well see it through. It was then that a knock came to her door. It was Mr. Albright, a fairly attractive man in his early 40s. Still enough rugged good looks to be appealing, but with the signs of age just beginning to hint. He wore jeans and a polo shirt that looked just a bit too young for him. Helena wondered if he was going through a midlife crisis.
"Mr. Albright?" she asked.
"Yes, Ms. Bertinelli?" he responded, taking her hand in a firm handshake. "I'm sorry if I'm early."
"Oh, don't worry about that, it's only," she checked, "11:58 by my watch. I think I can spare you two minutes extra," she smiled.
"Well," he took a seat and she sat on the desk in front of him. "I know that Sylvia's grades have dropped, and I can't help but feel partially responsible."
"Why is that?" Helena responded, eyeing his strong arms as they played with a pencil on the desk.
"Since her mother left, two years back, it's been tough on her, and on me, trying to raise a kid by myself. I'm afraid I'm not the great disciplinarian."
"Have you told her this? That you're doing your best?"
"Well, no," he began, but Helena interrupted him by hopping up and pushing the desk out of his way. Settling onto his lap, she put her lips to his ear and said, "I think you should."
"Wh-what are you doing?" he protested. She answered him by kissing him repeatedly along his cheek. Her hands ran over and under his shirt and along his check.
"People are going to see us," he stammered. She silenced him by bringing her mouth to his, her tongue playing with his for minutes? Hours? Who could say?
"The door's locked," she giggled conspiratorially, "and all the windows are papered over. Nobody can see anything."
"Why are you doing this?" he asked, his hand moving along her thigh and up underneath her skirt.
"I…I don't know. I'm just…attracted to you. I want you to work harder with your daughter. Bring her grades back up. Will you do that for me?"
She grabbed his hand and slid it up and underneath her panties, guiding one, then two fingers inside herself. He took over from there and wave after wave of passion overcame her. She wasn't sure what was happening, but at this point, she didn't care.
Meanwhile, across town, Dinah was having problems of her own. Oliver wasn't home, and she was forcibly pleasuring herself, but it wasn't working. She couldn't explain why she felt the sudden need to masturbate, but there she was, lying back on her bed, massaging her vagina over and over again, but the climax would not come.
Desperately she looked around for something, anything to use, and then a devilish thought struck her. Hurriedly she ran to the basement and tore through the old storage boxes she and Ollie had accumulated through the years. Finally she came across them--all Ollie's old trick arrows. He never used them anymore, but he'd kept them as a memento. She found the old boxing glove arrow, which was much too big, the boomerang arrow, which was much too strange, and then she found the one she needed--the flare arrow. Long, thick shaft, perfectly rounded, it would be ideal.
Without wasting another second, she shoved the arrow up inside her, and nearly orgasmed with the first thrust. It felt so good inside her, that even after the ecstasy had left her, she waited a moment before finally pulling it out, cleaning it as best she could, then putting it back. Inwardly, she prayed Ollie would never want to go back to using the old trick arrows again.
"I don't understand," Mr. Albright said.
"Look," Helena gritted. "You got what you needed. I'll up her grades a full letter. Can't you just go?"
She was disgusted with herself. She'd actually let this man finger her and now she couldn't for the life of her explain why she'd done it.
"But, can I see you again? You're fantastic!"
"Mr. Albright," she couldn't even look him in the eye. "I don't know what came over me just then, but I can't do anything more about it."
Mr. Albright waited a moment, then took a more sinister tone. "Oh but there is something more you can do about it, Ms. Bertinelli."
She looked up at him. "What?"
"You can go out with me on Friday. We'll have a nice meal, some dancing, and then, while Sylvia's staying with her mother, you can teach me something else." He raised an eyebrow.
She wanted to throw up. "Out of the question. No way."
"Fine," he said. "I'm sure your principal will want to hear all the steamy details about our little chat. Maybe he'll want to sit in on your next session."
She cursed inwardly. "You win. Friday night. But I won't enjoy it!"
"Don't say that," Mr. Albright soothed. "I'm not a bad man. In time, I think you'll come to love me."
"The thought makes me sick to my stomach," she spat.
"See you on Friday," he smiled as he left.
She slumped her head down on her desk. What just happened? She'd just made love to a complete stranger! What was she thinking? She could feel the dampness of her panties growing cold against her skin. She only hoped she could remain composed during the rest of class today.
"Oh Marian? Your Robin Hood is back from the grocery!"
Dinah nearly tackled Oliver when he opened the door. The eggs broke as he dropped the bags to the floor.
"Where have you been?" she growled between kisses. "It's nearly 3:05!"
"I…uh…guess I need to fix my watch?" he joked. It was Oliver's way. Always with the smart retorts.
"Shut up," she hissed. "I want you…now!"
Oliver knew never to look a gift horse in the mouth. "Okay, you want to do it here or…"
"Here…NOW!" She snarled, tripping him with a quick side-leg kick. The two tumbled to the hard linoleum of the floor.
"Whoa…honey!," Oliver laughed. "You're acting like a woman possessed!" But he still took her in his arms and ran his hands down her back. She was drenched in a cold sweat, and her body shook with a shivering urgency. It was entirely unlike her, and yet it turned him on to no end.
Ollie quickly undid his fly and slid his pants down. She was naked already, and tore his underwear from him. Without wasting another second, she mounted him, and he could feel her moistness from the very beginning. They were no strangers to loving each other, but Ollie knew something was very different this time. Ollie really knew something was amiss when within two minutes she was already satisfied and off of him.
"Th-that's it?"
Dinah looked at him casually as she put her clothes back on. "Yes. What else is there?"
Oliver slumped back on the floor. He was supposed to be the wham-bam-thank you-ma'am'er of the duo. Suddenly he understood what it meant to be on the other end. He made a note to himself to start taking Dinah out more.
"License and registration, ma'am," the officer demanded.
Helena couldn't get her license out. Her hands were too preoccupied.
"Do you mind telling me just what you're doing?"
"Isn't it…ahhh…a litt…a little…oooh…fucking obvious?" she snapped back.
"Well, the way you're weaving back and forth on the road, I'm going to have to run you in if you don't give me your license right now. Save what you're doing for when you get home…ma'am."
Officer McClusky was a veteran of the force. Twice decorated, a devoted family man with a 300-pound wife and two ugly kids who had no real ambition at all. Nevertheless, he never once thought about straying, or leaving. He was a good person, and he believed in good, decent things. He had little patience with the fringe element out there, and thought the world began going to hell when the sitcoms started showing couples in the same bed on TV.
"You…want…ahhh…my license so fucking bad?" Helena smiled cat-like at him. "It's somewhere on my body…why don't you…ahh…why don't you come and find it?"
"That's it, ma'am…get out of the car!"
"No," she pouted.
"I mean it! I'm not fooling around!"
"I know," she purred. "That's your problem!"
With the quick moves only the Huntress could do, she whisked a hand out to his holster and grabbed his gun. He backed off a couple steps.
"Now look, lady," he bargained. "This ain't gonna do either of us any good!"
"Sure it is, handsome!" she laughed. "Drop your drawers!" She'd never once stopped fingering herself.
"I can't do that, ma'am. Not out here in public."
"Well, then I'm gonna have to shoot you, Officer…", she squinted to get his name. "McClusky. That or tell Commissioner Gordon how you lost your gun!"
That wouldn't look good on his record, McClusky knew. "Please, lady," he began.
"Oh it's lady now…ahhh! Oooohhhhh…is it?" she laughed. "Drop your trousers, officer!"
McClusky hesitantly complied, cursing the fact that he hadn't called for backup on this one. Several passing cars tooted their horns and a few people cat-called from their windows. His face turned red.
"Approach the car, officer," Helena smiled.
He had no choice now. He stood in front of the open window, and could feel her fumbling with the buttons on his boxers. Her fingers danced along his penis.
"You have a nice cock, Officer McClusky," she said, taking it into her mouth.
"Uh…th-thanks," he muttered. He thought about grabbing her now, but he felt the cold steel of the gun barrel pointed at his stomach, just next to her head. This woman was crazy!
He felt himself getting into it. His body began rocking with her motions. He no longer heard the passing cars, only her voice and the feeling of her tongue as it moved along his shaft. He felt his orgasm coming, and thought he should warn her, but she seemed to be paying him no mind.
He came into her mouth and she didn't back away, not even for a moment. Not a drop was spilled. She smiled up at him, and blew him a light kiss. He smiled back, and jumped back nearly a foot when she gunned the engine and sped off down the road.
Officer McClusky stood there for awhile, his penis hanging out of his underwear, wondering what he was going to do about this. In the end, he pulled up his trousers, got back in his squad car, worked out his shift, went home, had tremendous sex with his wife, and…though he thought about it often…never mentioned the incident again.
"What brought all that on, hon?" Ollie asked over dinner. 5:58:52 p.m.
"Helena Bertinelli?" the voice from the other end of the door said. "It's the doorman. I've got your dry cleaning" 5:59:28 p.m.
"Twice in one day, Dinah? I must be living right!" Ollie joked as they popped in a video. 8:59:12 p.m.
At 11:00 p.m. the phone rang in Dinah and Ollie's home.
"Hello?" Dinah answered.
"Dinah?" the female voice asked.
"Yes," she responded. "Who is…"
"Dinah LANCE?" the voice interrupted.
"Yes. Who…"
"Dinah. Do you have a penchant for dark colored songbirds?"
Dinah paused. Okay, she thought, Someone knows who I am. Great!
"Who are you?"
"A…friend. Meet me in forty-five on the rooftop of your building. Let Ollie sleep."
"Who are you?" she demanded.
"It's me, Canary, the Huntress. Come in costume. I think we're in trouble."
"What are you talking about?"
"Let me take a guess…you've had sex at noon, three, six and nine o'clock on the nose, haven't you?"
Dinah nearly dropped the phone. She had done just as the Huntress had said.
"So have I, Dinah. I just got done ordering an adult channel just so I could masturbate to it. We're under some kind of spell Mesmer put on us."
Mesmer! That was it! They'd been fighting Mesmer! He must have done something to the two of them! "I'll be there, Huntress. Count on it!"
She hung up the phone. Oliver was already snoozing, so she crept out of bed and headed to the wardrobe where they kept their costumes. Quietly she slid into her stockings and boots, and looked for some time for her jacket. Where had it gone?
No matter, she thought, sliding the choker around her throat. She put on a similar black leather jacket. It didn't have all the little tricks of her trade, like lockpicks and brass knuckles, but it would have to do.
"This is nuts," Canary said to the Huntress. "We can't seriously be under some sort of suggestion that we have sex every three hours!"
"No? Can you think of a better way to explain it?"
Black Canary thought for a moment. "No, not offhand. But that doesn't mean I'm accepting this at face value."
"Look," the Huntress said. "I know some people who can help us with this. Maybe they can override Mesmer's programming."
"Or make it worse," Canary snorted.
"Hey, we don't know what else they've put into our heads! We could be doing almost anything and not know it. What time have you got?"
"11:59."
"Right. This should test it."
"Test what?"
"I'm going to ask this pointedly, and I don't want a smartass response, you stupid bitch! Have you ever made love to a woman? Do you even have any desire to?"
"Don't talk to me that way, Huntress. And no I haven't!"
"Yeah, well you're so fucking loose with Ollie I bet you want to!"
"No I don't! What I want is to kick your foul-mouthed ass right now if you don't shut up!"
"Bring it on, blondie! I'll kick your sorry ass!"
Black Canary lunged just as the clock struck midnight. She collapsed in the Huntress' arms, and the two tumbled to the floor locked in a firm but passionate embrace. Black Canary kissed the Huntress repeatedly, over and over.
"What's…what's happening?" she said, suddenly frightened.
"It's just what I was afraid of," the Huntress responded. "I was trying to get you angry at me, so the last thing you'd want to do is make love to me. But now…I can't deny it, Dinah…I want you!"
"I…I want you, too, Huntress," Dinah began caressing the Huntress' body.
"Helena…call me Helena," the Huntress said, moving underneath Black Canary for a sixty-nine position. She squeezed the Canary's breasts through her tight corset, then reached behind her to undo the clasps that held it in place. The Canary was lightly tickling the Huntress' back thighs with her fingertips. The sensation drove Helena out of her mind.
"Oh…God," she said. "This…this is it…Canary…we're never gonna get out of this one!"
"I…I'm not sure I want to!" the Canary responded. She slid the Huntress' uniform off her shapely body and down over her legs. Eagerly she began licking the heroine's pussy, feeling the same sensation tickle and torment her own body.
She felt the Huntress push a finger into her, then a second, and she let out a slight moan.. She never in her life imagined this scenario, yet here the two of them were, unable to pull away from each other.
On a rooftop not far away, two spectres were viewing the proceedings: one with the nervous anticipation of a teenage boy, and the other with the solemn reservation of an older man.
"We've got to help them, Batman!" Robin said, pulling out his grappling hook.
"No, Robin. Stand back."
Robin looked up at his mentor. "Are you insane? You heard what's been happening to them! They're not up there doing this of their free will!"
"I know that, Robin," Batman said. "I also know that having the Huntress out of the picture might be better for Gotham."
"You're willing to sacrifice her like that? That's not like you at all, Batman!"
"An order is an order, Robin. Don't question me on this one."
"But…"
"I know you have feelings for the Huntress. Remember, the Black Canary is a fellow Justice Leaguer. We'll continue to monitor things. When it becomes a life and death situation, we'll step in."
Robin put his hook back on his utility belt. It seemed wrong. He couldn't deny that the situation was turning on the adolescent in him. Even still, these were people he knew, people he worked alongside. The Huntress had helped him on a number of cases.
It seemed so wrong not to help her now.
The two women sat on the rooftop for a long time after dressing. It was Huntress who finally broke the silence.
"I want him," she said, plainly. "Dead."
"Agreed," the Canary nodded.
"You'd be willing to kill? Didn't think Leaguers went in for that."
"I'm not a Leaguer," she spat. "Not tonight, anyway."
"Me either."
And with those words, the two women raced across the rooftops of Gotham toward their goal. Mesmer's warehouse.
Mesmer, for his part, enjoyed his evening. He'd secured two more young women and shipped them off to Hong Kong. It mean another $50 thousand in his bank account.
But Gotham was drying up. All the really glamorous women were spoken for. Perhaps it was time to move on, to Keystone or Opal or maybe even Metropolis.
"Boss," one of his thugs interrupted his reverie. "I seen 'em!"
"Who?" Mesmer rose from his chair. How had the caped crusaders found him out?
"Those two girls. The Huntress and the Canary! They're coming here!"
"Correction," the Huntress shouted. "We're already here!"
"And you're going to be here a long time, Mesmer!" Canary gritted. "In prison!"
Mesmer checked his watch. 1:30. A long time yet before they'd have another spell.
"Well," he smiled at the two of them. "A bad guy like me, I guess I have no choice but to surrender." He held his two hands out in front of the women. "Go ahead, and take me in!"
Huntress grabbed her cuffs and moved in. The closer she got to Mesmer, however, the less able she was to bring the cuffs up to his hands.
"What's the matter, Helena?" Mesmer smiled. "Too much sex in one day make you weak?"
"I…I…can't," she looked around wildly, helplessly, but her partner had already been overtaken by several henchmen, and Mesmer's earlier suggestion made it impossible for her to resist them as they held her.
Mesmer snatched the cuffs from her trembling hands. "No," he grinned evilly. "You can't. In case you'd forgotten, you can't attack anyone you know to be a bad guy. You also can't disobey my will.
"Yet both of you tried that tonight, and for that, you must be punished!" He pulled a riding crop out of a nearby crate. "Both of you come here and stand in front of me."
The thugs released Black Canary and she soon joined her partner standing in front of Mesmer.
"Bend over, please, at the waist. Grab your ankles and hold them."
The two women complied. Several henchmen took a seat to get a good view of their newly exposed asses.
"What am I going to do with the two of you?" Mesmer smiled, striking both of them with the crop. The Huntress winced, and as the crop came down again and again, the Black Canary felt the tears begin to well up in her eyes.
"I could kill you both, but where's the fun in that?"
He struck them again and again. Huntress began to feel herself enjoying the sensation, but she also saw that it was nearly killing her partner. "It's going to be all right, Dinah," she whispered. "We'll get out of this, somehow."
"No," the Canary said. "We're stuck here."
Mesmer must have heard her. "Indeed, you both are stuck here. I admire your spirit, but the game is mine."
He raised an eyebrow. An idea came to his mind. He motioned to two of his men to come over, and he commanded the two heroines to kneel back to back. The two men tied both women together at the waist.
"Boys," he said to his men. "Tonight you're going to see what a fringe benefit is. Gather around these women in a circle."
There were six of them. Three of them faced the Huntress and three faced the Black Canary. The Huntress became very afraid of what she thought was coming next.
"Pull down your pants, boys. Take your pieces out."
The men stood just out of mouth's reach of the women. As they each brought out their dicks, the Canary recoiled with disgust. She began to put two and two together.
"Okay, ladies, here's the situation. You have two minutes to make each of these men hard. After that, you've got to keep them hard. All six of them. If any one of them drops, I'm going to hypnotize you into marrying them and being their servant for life. Pretty scary, huh?"
Huntress looked at the scarred, leering faces of the thugs. It was indeed a very scary thought. She tried to break free from her bonds, but her hands were tied behind her, and those ropes were connected to Canary's hands.
"Boys, the contest here is simple. Last man to spill his ammo gets ten thousand tax free dollars and a night with both dames!"
The henchman smiled and elbowed each other. This was going to be fun!
"Any questions, ladies?" Mesmer smiled.
"How…how can we reach them? They're too far out?" Black Canary said in a near whine. Huntress knew her partner was fading fast. She had to find some way out of this, but how?
"Well, I guess you're going to have to lean forward a bit. Of course, that means your partner won't be able to do anything, but I guess this is how we find out what kind of a team you are!"
"Damn you!" Huntress shouted.
"No…I'm doing the damning tonight. And you two are my subjects."
He smiled, patting a few of his henchmen on the back. "Gentlemen," he began. "Start your engines… Ladies…begin!"
At first, both women jumped forward, forced to obey Mesmer's command. The Canary was the stronger of the two, and Huntress slowly found herself giving ground. She felt her body move in time with her partner's as she began sucking the first thug's penis.
"One minute, thirty-nine seconds," Mesmer chirped with glee, sitting down in his chair and pouring a second glass of Merlot. Black Canary moved on to the second man, then the third, until all three were erect.
"Come on, Canary!" Huntress shouted to her partner. "We've got to work together on this!"
"I know," she responded. "Go! Now!"
The Huntress leaned forward, getting no resistance from her partner, and began working on her trio of villains. She hated every minute of this, and she tried to occupy her thoughts with possible ways to get out of this mess.
It seemed hopeless. If they were able to withstand it all, they still had to be slaves to one of these men for a night. But if they failed, they'd be bound to one of them for life! She started on the second man, taking his penis quickly into her mouth and sucking hard, for all she was worth.
"Thirty seconds and counting!" Mesmer laughed. "And one to go!"
Huntress wasted no time, tackling the third with amazing gusto. It was difficult maintaining balance, what with her partner tied to her back and her hands held behind her, but she managed to get the third man erect before time ran out.
"Wonderful!" Mesmer applauded. "Truly stupendous. Now let's see you keep them that way!"
"Huntress," Canary called behind her. "One of mine is dropping!"
"Okay," she let her body go limp. "Go ahead!"
The Canary took the man's penis in her mouth and began slowing working her tongue up and down the shaft, lightly tickling the underside of it to keep him erect. She saw the man next to her begin to go limp, and she quickly moved over to take care of it.
"Canary," the Huntress called. "I need control! One of my men is going limp!"
"Okay," Canary slid off the man's penis and released control. The Huntress leaned forward and began taking care of business.
Mesmer sipped his wine and smiled. Not at the whole affair, but at the Black Canary. He found himself wanting her, in the physical sense. There was no denying her obvious beauty, but in the back of his mind, Mesmer began to feel more. He began to want more.
Strange, he thought, that the master of hypnotism should be so easily rapt with a beautiful woman like her. Still, he knew what he could do with her. And her partner. It would solve everything!
He grabbed his cell phone as the two women continued pleasuring his men. Within two rings, it was picked up.
"Tommy Franconi?" Mesmer asked.
"Yeah, who wants to know?"
"This is Mesmer. You allowed me to purchase some handguns and rifles awhile back."
"Oh yeah," the voice replied. "I remember you."
"Well, this time I have something to sell to you! Something I think you'll really like!"
"Yeah? How many carats?"
"Nothing of that sort," Mesmer chuckled. "But I think you'll like it all the same."
"What is it?"
"The Huntress."
"What? Dead?"
"Quite alive, and yours for the taking! I ask only five hundred thousand. A more than fair price for the woman who's given your family such grief. How's Vince's ear, by the way?"
"Healing nicely. Is this on the level?"
"I assure you. You know my talents and abilities. I can deliver her to you this very night. If you're interested."
"Oh, I'm interested, all right!"
"Good. Here's what I need from you…"
Mesmer relayed the instructions to Tommy as he continued watching the women bob and weave around the six men. Two men quickly came on them and in the process eliminated themselves. In time a third person joined them. Mesmer smiled. He would have to renege on his promise to the men, but he would double the cash award. That ought to keep the winner happy.
And, Mesmer decided, it was time for him to be happy as well…
"Wow," Franconi whispered in awe. "You really got her! The Huntress!"
"And her associate, the Black Canary," Mesmer motioned to the heroine now standing beside him.
"Incredible," the mafia leader nodded. "And she's completely helpless. She can't hurt me or nothing?"
"Once you pay me my price, she will do anything you ask of her with a smile on her face and a song in her heart!" Mesmer smiled.
"What about the Canary? I could get a matched set!" Franconi laughed.
"She's staying with me," Mesmer put a protective arm around the Canary's waist. "I've decided I have a thing for caged birds."
"Heh, that's a good one," Franconi chuckled. "But you certainly got your price! Tony! Give him the money."
One of Franconi's goons brought a briefcase over and opened it, showing the cash. He allowed Mesmer to go over it thoroughly, and then walked away, satisfied the man was happy.
"Very good," Mesmer said. "I've dosed both these women with my Cat O'Nine Tails paralysis drug, so they're especially susceptive to my suggestions. I'll now give Huntress the commands to turn her completely over to you."
"Great," Franconi rubbed his palms together.
Mesmer whispered several phrases into the Huntress' ear, and she began to feel her will fading. Suddenly her mind was filled with nothing more than the face of one of her most hated enemies. Tommy Marconi. In her mind he suddenly became an all-powerful god to her. The one being she must obey without question. His face became less evil and hated, and more benevolent and loved, in her mind.
"She is yours, Franconi," Mesmer said. "Do you have the other part of our agreement?"
"Oh yeah," Franconi whistled, and two shapely dames came out of his limo. One blonde, one brunette, and each nearly similar to the two powerless heroines held captive by Mesmer.
"Hey, what is this?" one of them said, a definite Bronx girl. "You said you was takin' us dancin'?"
Mesmer rolled his eyes and motioned to one of his goons. Quickly the two girls received a pat on the butt, complete with a sting of Cat O' Nine Tails.
"They're expendable?" Mesmer asked Franconi.
"Whatta you think?" Franconi laughed back at him.
"Very well, then," Mesmer turned to the Huntress. "Huntress, strip out of your clothes!"
The Huntress made no motion to move, and Mesmer turned to Franconi. "You see? She is no longer bound to my will. Perhaps you might try?"
"Hey, Huntress," Franconi called. "Outta them clothes. Now!"
Quickly the Huntress began stripping out of her costume, right down to the cross necklace she wore. Mesmer's goons began gathering the garments and putting them on the brunette moll Franconi had brought in.
Mesmer turned to the Canary. "Darling, you'd better do the same, okay?"
"Yes, dear," the Canary responded, and began stripping out of her clothing. In no time, the two heroines found themselves naked, staring at two reproductions of themselves.
"Wow," Franconi said to Mesmer. "You really got your girl trained."
"I have…plans for her…as I'm sure you have plans for the Huntress."
"Oh, you bet! I was just gonna kill her, but on the way over here, I got an idea. I thought, killing her doesn't bring back the family she's taken from me, why not let her work it off? I just lost a maid, you know."
Mesmer laughed. "A wonderful idea. I'd love to see it in action!"
"Well, why not come by the house in a couple days? We'll have dinner! Bring a date!"
Mesmer pulled the Canary in tight to him. "Sounds wonderful, and I know just the person to bring!"
And as the two men laughed into the night, Gotham's streets grew a little colder, as two of its protectors vanished from the night.
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Epilogue One
"Batman!" Robin raced down the hall of the Batcave. "Tell me you saw this!"
He tossed the newspaper on the table in front of him.
"I saw it," Batman gritted. "It was all over the news last night."
"It's awful! We should have done something!"
Alfred stepped in, trying to be reassuring. "I know your heart is heavy now, Master Tim. But we must remember that even though some fall, the battle wages on."
"Those are great sentiments, Alfred, but they don't change anything!"
And the three men argued into the morning hours, as Alfred scanned the newspaper with it's blazing headline:
HEROINES FALL! Explosion Claims Lives of Huntress and Black Canary. Dateline Gotham: Two soldiers in the war on crime paid with their lives yesterday in a bomb scare explosion at the corner of…
===== Epilogue Two
The Franconi house was usually a very quiet place. Tommy lived there with a few henchmen for protection, but other than that, it remained relatively undisturbed for the home of a mafia Don.
Today, a doorbell shattered that silence.
"Helena? You want to get that?" Tommy called out.
"Yes, Mr. Franconi," the petite brunette put down her feather duster and adjusted her short-skirted maid's outfit.
She opened the door and saw a middle-aged man, just starting to go gray. On his arm was a curvaceous and smiling blonde, wearing a beautiful red dress that probably cost thousands.
"Would you please tell Mr. Franconi that Mr. Mesmer has arrived?" she told Helena.
"Right away, Miss," Helen allowed them into the lobby and took their coats. She accidentally dropped the woman's coat and stooped to pick it up.
"Careful with that," the woman chided. "It's mink. Very expensive!"
A shocked look of horror came over the young maid's face. "I'm very sorry, Miss. I didn't mean to drop it! It was an accident!"
The woman put up a hand. "Don't worry about it. Just tell Mr. Franconi his guests have arrived."
She scurried off in a nervous flurry. Mesmer turned to the woman. "Dinah, weren't you a little harsh on her?"
"It's hard to find good help, these days, darling," she shot back. "If she can't perform her duties, she should be fired."
Mesmer smiled. If only she knew… If only she knew…
THE END