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The ceremony moved along quickly once it became clear that Headmistress Kaplan was going to be late. Helena didn’t mind. She couldn’t wait to bring Dinah into a new world of splendid submission.

It was a wonderful thing that was playing out before Helena’s eyes. Dinah was on her back, naked but for her fishnet stockings and a scant pair of black panties - the garment was of course tugged aside. Above her was Matt. Tall, strong, handsome Matt. He was unleashing himself upon the blonde, his lean body no doubt frothing over with lust and youthful vigor. He was grunting, panting, working his hips with frantic passion.

Each thrust had Dinah crying out, screaming so sweetly that Helena ached with envy. She watched as her friend clutched at Matthew’s back, clawing at the skin and firm muscle. And upon one of Dinah’s hands, Helena caught sight of a glimmer. A smile broke across her face, seeing the black band of the Kingston Brotherhood.

It was the mark of Dinah's new life - and the symbol that bound her and Helena together as sisters. As wives. It brought Helena more than simple delight. The woman who once called herself Huntress was overwhelmed with joy. Not just from seeing her dear husband claim another woman, but from the fact that the woman was dear, sweet Dinah.

It felt right. It felt perfect.

“He’s big, isn’t he?” Helena shifted, turning onto her side. She watched Dinah tremble and huff under Matt’s steady thrusts, delighting in how her eyes seemed to shine brighter and brighter with each stroke. Helena reached out between the lovers, sliding her fingers over Dinah’s breasts. Her friend was warm to the touch - and growing warmer. “Doesn’t he feel good?”

“F-fuck…” Dinah struggled to say. The blonde let out a soft whine, squirming. “Oh, God…”

“You don’t need to hold it in anymore. Let it go. Enjoy it.”

To help her friend along, Helena sank her fingers into Dinah’s bosom. Fondling, groping, making the blonde’s sweet moans rise and rise in pitch. Until the poor thing was a gasping mess, golden hair splayed out wild over the cushions.

Matt let out a grunt and continued to fuck. A stud in rut. The perfect man.

“I know I’m enjoying myself.” He said, chuckling breathlessly.. “Fuck, she’s so tight, babe…”

Helena’s insides fluttered. The only thing she craved more than Dinah’s enjoyment was Matt’s pleasure. Seeing the smirk on his face, the fire in his eyes… there was nothing sweeter in the world.

The woman who once called herself Huntress giggled. She pinched one of Dinah’s stiff, pink nipples. Not too hard, but not too gently either. Just enough to make the blonde beauty writhe and moan a little moan.

“Dinah’s always taken good care of herself. And damn, what a body.” Helena leaned over, pressing her lips to Dinah’s cheek. The blonde whined again, looking over through lidded eyes. There was a woman drunk on pure sensation. Helena turned towards Matt, smiling. “And now she’s giving herself to a man who truly deserves her.”

“Trying to make me blush?” Her young husband huffed. He looked so handsome with the way his damp hair fell before his eyes.

“I’m only telling the truth.” Helena gave a small tug on Dinah’s nipple, drawing a gasp from her friend. “Isn’t that right, Dinah?”

Pleasure was written all over the blonde’s pretty face. Her lips parted, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes glazed yet wild with need. Dinah was swept up in the storm. Helena’s heart soared and her pussy throbbed. She wanted to be in Dinah’s place, to have Matt so deep inside her. But she wasn’t a selfish woman. She knew Dinah needed this.

This was more than just an induction. It was proof that Helena had been right, that Vivan knew the right path. Dinah’s next words only made it all the sweeter.

“God…” Dinah gasped, her head falling back onto the cushions. “He’s… so good.”

“Too good to keep all to myself.” Helena told her, releasing her nipple. Then she drew her nails gently over Dinah’s bosom, ghosting just over the skin. “Lucky for you, I know how to share.”

“Share…” Dinah repeated, sighing.

“Helena smirked. An idea came to her then.

“Let’s show Matt what I mean.” Helena said sweetly. Not even Matt, so set on chasing his pleasure, could miss her meaning.

The brunette tapped his shoulder. With a grunt, he drew away from Dinah, making her moan and shiver as his cock departed from between her thighs. Slowly, he began to stand - Helena loved the way his manhood swayed between his legs for all to see. Slick from Dinah’s soaking cunt, every inch of him glistened, every bump and bulging vein along his shaft.

Helena’s heart fluttered again, seeing that marvel of manhood twitch and jerk against the cool air. It was long, swollen, thick with blood and desire.

A tantalizing treat. Helena’s favorite toy. And now Dinah’s as well, from the look that was etched on her face. Both women were star struck, kneeling before their husband’s succulent rod.

Matt stroked himself, a few lazy pumps that made the skin shift over the hard shaft. Some precum welled up at the tip, a little bead of white just beginning to dribble from the slit. 

Helena’s mouth watered.

The brunette and the blonde shared a look. From Helena, it was an invitation. From Dinah… it was acceptance.

The two women leaned in and together they put their mouths to work on Matt Reston’s fat, beautiful cock.

-  -  -

Many floors above Helena, Dinah, and their new young husband, the stalwart heroines of the Justice League had finally brought the villainous Vivian Kaplan to heel.

In the nick of time, the good guys had won.

Batgirl had kept Kingston headmistress distracted just long enough for the cavalry to come crashing through the window. Wonder Woman confronted her rogue Amazon sister and the Green Lantern Jessica Cruz used the power of her ring to keep the villainess restrained. It was Zatanna Zatara, the Mistress of Magic, who dealt the final blow to her insidious plot. With only a few spoken words, the heroic witch dispelled Vivian’s poisonous influence, casting a powerful shroud over the towering black stone.

A simple magical barrier, invisible to the naked eye, but one that totally nullified the totem’s continuing effect.

“This is dark magic.” Zatanna had told the rest. “It lingers, so it will take a bit for the influence to wear off. Show some restraint, okay?”

The other heroines agreed. They couldn’t know which members of the Kingston Brotherhood were the most responsible - or even if they were responsible at all. As far as the heroines were concerned, everyone wearing those black rings were under the influence of Vivian Kaplan, man or woman.

They were there to save the day, not judge the victims.

Once Green Lantern had Kaplan secure in a bubble of hard light, the rest of the Leaguers moved on.

After all, Batgirl reminded them, they had a party to crash.

Minutes after the cavalry had arrived to save Batgirl’s ass, they found the doors to the ceremony chamber - guarded by a single, confused woman called Lilith. It took no time at all for Wonder Woman to have her restrained.

Then came the moment of truth.

With strength and fury, the heroines of the Justice League came bursting through the double doors of the ceremony chamber - set to do for Black Canary what they had just done for Batgirl.

But the sight that greeted them… was far more shocking and carnal than any of them had imagined.

-  -  -

Upon Dinah’s finger glimmered a band of black stone.

Her wedding ring.

Feeling it upon her skin filled her heart with joy and her belly with butterflies. The same way she was filling her mouth with cock.

All around them, students and teachers alike joined together in passion and pleasure. But Dinah was focused only on one man. Her man.

There she was, once more on her knees for the teenager Matthew Reston. But rather than having her gut stirring with worry, with anxiety, with disgust… instead, Dinah was now buzzing with vibrant glee. It was a spark that danced along her spine, the delicious thrill of doing something naughty that somehow felt so right. She was delighted to serve… and more than willing to share this magnificent cock with her dear friend, Helena.

They had both taken a side, taking on Matt and his manhood in a two-pronged attack. Both women were pressing their lips to his shaft, licking and slurping and sucking upon the hardened flesh like well-trained harlots. They moaned as they worked, both women savoring the taste of their man, taking in the heavy musk of his cock and balls. Every inch of him deserved their affection.

Dinah dragged her tongue down the length of Matt’s cock, from the glistening head all the way down to his tight, plump balls. The whole way down she was gathering up his flavor, letting it tingle on her tongue before gulping it down. She shivered as that warmth slid down her throat and the scent that filled her nostrils made her head spin. Her heart was racing, her whole body coming alive all over again. 

But nothing, nothing brought Dinah more joy than seeing Helena across from her, doing the same thing, wearing the same look. Both women were drunk on cock. The same cock. The only cock they would ever need.

Above them, Matt was breathing heavy and hard, groaning as Dinah and Helena caressed him with their lips, lashing their tongues all over the length of his fat prick. Kissing the head, suckling along the shaft, nuzzling at his full, churning balls. 

Sometimes they would take turns sucking him, bobbing their head up and down the first few inches of his cock while they used their hands to pump the rest of him. Whoever wasn’t sucking his cock was bestowing affection to his balls, sucking them and lavishing them with their tongues. Then they would switch, breaking the rhythm and leaving the young man cursing in pleased frustration. It was the sort of delicious torture he was all too willing to endure.

Dinah was riding a high she had never felt before. It was a heat that twisted in the depths of her belly, the source of such a splendid ache that she wanted to scream. She only wished Barbara was with them. She wished Barbara could feel this pleasure too.

Then came a loud, splintering crash. And, as if God had answered her prayers, Dinah heard Barbara’s voice shouting over the screams and moans of the other ceremony attendees.

It was a delight to hear her friend’s voice. But it was not enough to draw Dinah from her dutiful service. She kept her lips upon Matt’s cock, keeping the exquisite taste of salt and skin in her mouth. She moaned, breathing hotly as she slid her lips along the side of his shaft, murmuring mindlessly into her husband’s groin.

But Barbara was still shouting. Her voice was drawing closer, closer. So close now. Until she was right beside Dinah.

“Dinah, stop!” Barbara cried, her voice ringing clear and sharp like a bell. “For fuck’s sake, stop!”

There was a tug at Dinah’s shoulder and the dazed blonde fell back onto her naked ass. Suddenly there was more shouting, fading into clarity, voices rising all around her. Most were from the other Brotherhood inductees, but some… some were familiar.

Not just Barbara’s voice. Wonder Woman, too. And Zatanna. Heroines of the Justice League.

What are they doing here? Come to join the fun?

“Woah.” She heard Matt say. “Are you the real Batgirl?”

Dinah shook her head, struck with dizziness… and growing lucidity. 

The lust that she had felt so strongly waned, then returned, then waned again. Coming and going like the ocean tides. The heat remained in her belly, but the knot was loosening, coming undone.

Dinah closed her eyes, groaning.

“Wha- what’s… what’s going on?” The taste of cock still danced on her tongue. Dinah blinked, her vision blurry. She wiped some spittle from her lips with the back of her hand. “Bab- Batgirl…”

Dinah breathed in, suddenly feeling a chill roll across her bare skin. It was then that she remembered just how naked she was - and in front of so many people. In front of fellow superheroines…

She scooched away from Matt, the distress she had felt before returning to her. She eyed the young man - the teenager - and his cock as well. She eyed the fat bastard of a rod jutting out from his groin, watching how it twitched slightly from his heartbeat. 

That was in my mouth…

“Babs? Took you long enough. What’s got you so worked up?” Helena sounded only somewhat startled as Batgirl shoved her away from Matt, same as Dinah. Then her eyes lit up as she finally noticed the other superheroines. “Oh, you brought the others! This is going to save us a lot of time!”

Barbara just stared at the two women. Even under the mask, Dinah could see the steel in her gaze. The redhead frowned. It wasn’t contempt that Dinah saw from her, but sympathy.

“Zatanna, you said it would take some time for the magic to wear off. How long?” Barbara called out to the witch.

“Should be only a few minutes now.” Zatanna answered. Dinah turned and saw the raven-haired witch moving among the other ceremony attendees, separating couples and throuples with her magic. Slowly but surely, the sexual festivities began to die down around them. Eventually, Zatanna came to a stop beside Batgirl, looking down on Dinah and Helena. She too frowned. “Though it depends on how long they’ve been wearing a ring.”

Dinah was suddenly struck with embarrassment. For being naked. For being caught. They’d seen her on her knees. They’d seen her with her mouth filled with cock, with Matt’s balls. They’d seen her sucking and slobbering all over him.

The blonde covered herself with her arms the best she could, drawing her fishnet-clad legs up towards herself. Helena, however, just looked happy to see her friends - if a little confused at their presence.

But Matt… Matt Reston was damn near unreadable. His eyes moved from Dinah and Helena below to the superheroines who just crashed the ceremony. His disappointment was clear enough - surely he was close to getting his rocks off, so that just made sense. But Dinah could also see curiosity… and the tiniest hint of dawning realization.

The teenager parted his lips, but he didn’t speak.

Across the ceremony hall, Wonder Woman’s voice rang out with absolute authority.

“By the gods, cease this depravity immediately.” The Amazon was pushing couples - and threesomes - apart. She came between naked young men and their female company with restrained outrage, gently but firmly putting distance between lovers.

Dinah’s belly turned and coiled tight. This time, however, it was not from arousal. The knot was not heated and felt like stone.

“Holy shit, is that really Wonder Woman?” Matt wondered aloud. None of the women bothered to answer him. It wasn’t until the Amazon princess herself stepped up to him that he was finally addressed.

“Young man, please get dressed.” Diana spoke with strength and grace - probably more than the situation deserved. “And step away from my friends.”

Matt looked on, stunned. But he obeyed without argument. Diana meanwhile eyed Dinah and Helena, her steely gaze softening. And Dinah felt her belly tightening even more.

A rush of emotions came, making the blonde reel. It was relief. And it was shame. It was happiness and humiliation. 

The mission had taken much from Dinah and her friends. It had brought them low, lower than they ever imagined. But they won. It cost them their dignity, but the Birds of Prey won.

But through that storm of emotions… the heat that had burned deep inside Dinah’s belly… had never quite faded.

Dinah turned her eyes to Matt Reston, the young man she had been influenced to desire, the high schooler she had been made to call her husband. Naked as he was, he didn’t seem to her like a twisted mastermind who put women under thrall. He didn’t seem like anything other than a handsome young man. Even the easy confidence he once had, the same look in his eyes that made her belly twist and her heart race, even that had faded away.

He was staring at Diana, astonished as any teen boy was like to be in the presence of Wonder Woman. But then their eyes met. Dinah saw the true revelation in his gaze. The same clarity that she was feeling right then.

Astonishment turned to fear and dread. And regret.

“Oh.” He said quietly. “Oh, shit. Miss B… I…”

He was as much a victim as she was, Dinah realized. And her heart ached for him. Even after all that had happened, she couldn’t hate Matthew Reston.

The taste of his cock still lingered on her tongue. Dinah swallowed it down.