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The sudden appearance of a man in the vicinity struck Zinda as a little odd, but in her drugged state it didn’t inspire much surprise. The exposure of her body to him didn’t cause any embarrassment or shame, either. She was just focused on finding Roy, on having his wonderful cock plunging inside of her again. Zinda didn’t know why Shiva couldn’t understand.

“I… I have to go… he’ll be waiting for me, he’ll do some real fancy lovemaking on me!” Zinda pleaded in confusion, trying to leave even as Slade held onto her arms and kept her still. Her frustrated desire made her feel more lustful than ever, the desire throbbing between her legs as she inwardly screamed for another session with her new hook-up. “Please, don’t y’all see?”

“Yeah, I see, alright,” Slade rasped, the feel of her warm, soft flesh in his grip making his cock throb excitedly. This might not’ve been the most well-paying job he’d ever taken, but at least it’s be fun. “On your hands and knees, girl. That’s right. Move down there,” he ordered her, pushing Zinda back onto the bed and kneeling behind her. He lewdly took hold of his long, thick shaft and aimed it at Zinda, unable to take his eye off of her sensuously rounded curves, all helplessly offered up to him. “There. That’s better.”

“Yes, yes, but I have to come! I have to go now—he’ll be looking for me and I need him so badly!”

“Who’ll be looking for you?” Shiva asked with a detached curiosity. She found the note of scandal further spurred her more enjoyable desires.

“R-Roy. He can help me… help me with my nethers. He’ll come to me, but not if I’m here…” Zinda whimpered. “I want him so much!”

“Does he fuck you so well?” Shiva questioned with a hiss, her lust at the warm blonde’s enjoyment of the man her sister-in-arms Dinah had been denied, who she herself had sampled, proving maddeningly exciting. “Tell me, Zinda, do you enjoy his big cock, even knowing you’re taking it behind your friend Dinah’s back?”

“Oh, yes, he fucks me great! He’s so long and thick and hard!”

“Jesus Christ,” Slade swore, gaping down at Zinda’s rounded white ass spread beguilingly before him. The slender crevice dividing them was as smooth as cream, the tiny dimple of her puckered anus placed delicately to compliment the shimmering pink flesh of her honey-blonde cunt. To think that a B-grade Teen Titan had left his cum in that delectable little pussy.

“Look behind you,” Shiva hissed, her voice rasping with feverish lust. “Do it! Look at Slade’s cock! Is Roy’s bigger? Could his prick make you feel any better than that one?”

Obligingly, Zinda looked back to see the full length of Slade’s huge, thick hardness. He began to stroke himself obscenely, working the foreskin off of his purpling cockhead, his unshaven face twisting in a hungry leer.

“Oh, fuck, Slade! You’ve always been such an asshole… but you’re so big,” Zinda slurred, lost in the sight of his huge throbbing length, her glazed mind finally remembering something of the man here with them being a supervillain and a dickhead besides. But then there was his giant, uncut cock looming over her, promising all the sensual pleasure that she could take. 

Fascinated, she watched Slade stroke its thick foreskin back and forth over his hardened shaft, time and again exposing the heavily engorged knob to her. But it was Slade, Deathstroke the Terminator, a man she’d sworn to fight and bring to justice. Again she moaned, then reached down under her nakedly opened body, between her full spread thighs to grasp his manhood fearfully, defensively, thinking that as long as she held it in her small, slender hand, it couldn’t harm her.

Shiva got off the bed and went to a nearby video camera, adjusting the view to focus on Zinda’s body in narrowed succession: her face, her tits, her open sex. “That’s right, little blonde,” Shiva encouraged as Slade grunted out an obscene curse; Zinda’s hungrily searching hands had found his aching cock. “Who needs anyone else when you have a fat cock right here?” Shiva musingly urged, reaching down to run her fingertips over the liquid heat of her own lusting sex. “Put it inside you, Zinda. Put Slade’s big prick in your cunt so that he can make you come.”

“Ouuhh, nnmmmmm…” Lady Blackhawk moaned as she clutched at her plump right asscheek, the insane anticipation in her drugged body hiding her away from all thoughts except those of sensual fulfillment. She felt Slade’s fingers pry hers off of his member. Then he grasped the base of the organ and directed its burning end against the soft pink opening of her sex.

“Oooohhhhhhh!” Zinda took satisfied, hesitant breaths as his glans slid against her electrified sex. Whimpering uncontrollable, she squeezed her round buttock in her hand, while Slade fervently worked himself up and down her hot, wet slit until he’d left her pubic curls splayed away from her greedily clenching passage. Helplessly out of control, Zinda began to grind and twist her hips back in homage to Slade, her misty eyes looking back over her shoulder into Slade’s dark gaze, its lechery giving off almost as little emotion as his eyepatch.

“Fuck!” Slade blurted out, Zinda’s wanton performance nearly pulling his cum right up out of his balls. Christ, he’d never have thought one of the good girls could be such a delicious bitch. He gaped down at his pulsing cockhead as its tip nuzzled into Zinda’s tight, wet opening, his glans spreading the taut flesh open until Zinda encircled his knob as tightly as a collar.

“Give it to her, Slade. Fuck her!” Shiva insisted with lustful impatience, putting the camera to use to catch the twisting lasciviousness of Zinda’s face as it contorted with Slade’s deep-set penetration into her. Carefully, Shiva framed the obscenely positioned Zinda in all her naked glory within the camera lens, including Slade’s pistoning cock going deep into her. “You hear me? Fuck her, damn it!”

“Oh God, Slade! Slade!” Zinda pathetically moaned. “Do it! Fuck me! I need it!”

Slade was caught up in a lecherous world of his own, indifferent to their pleas or demands, except so far as they gave him something to fuck. The mind-bending sight of this old-school heroine, this sex symbol from a time of innocence, shoving her big round ass up to him and wiggling it back and forth around his hammering cock sent violent stabs of lust ripping through his loins, all the way down to the bottom of his semen-bloated scrotum. He intended to wring every last bit of depravity that he could from this scene, to fuck away with his aching, oversized prick into both this sweetly delectable bitch and Lady Shiva, who was clearly enjoying the show on far more than a professional level.

He ignored Shiva’s rasping orders and Zinda’s passionately undulating body, focusing only on his own all-consuming lust. Torturously, he eased his muscular hips forward, watching his monstrous cockhead slowly stretch open Zinda’s snug, pink sex, the warm folds inside instantly yielding to the intrusion of his thick, fiery shaft. Zinda gasped aloud, freezing in the middle of her desperate writhings like her greedy little cunt had finally gotten more than it had bargained for. Then she moaned again.

That realization, that he might be hurting her and she might be enjoying it even more than pleasure alone, was enough to set the mercenary off. He growled out a reverent curse as he brutally clutched at Zinda’s satin-smooth flesh. He spread her knees apart with his own, wedging his pelvis in tighter behind her ass, and then he firmly pulled her naked, defenseless body to his own as he moved forward with irresistible pressure.

Like a high-powered drill, Slade felt his long, thick manhood squeeze past the useless resistance of Zinda’s channel, plowing and expanding her tender flesh in a deep, luxurious impalement of her. He heard the breath quiver its way out of Zinda’s lungs as she was drawn onto his powerful hips, his hugely burgeoning manhood spearing forward deeper and deeper at the same time. Her grasping passage spasmed around him like a throat being stuffed full, gagging on him. Then he saw her smooth back curve downwards, her hips twist up, turning her luscious cunt in complete submission to his cock.

“Ohhh, aaggghhh, m-m-my Goddddd!” Zinda groaned in lurching shock, the unexpected pleasure and equally unexpected pain of his massive intrusion inside of her yanking her drugged veil away to let his dominance of her register clearly across her consciousness. “Oooooh, Slade! Ahhhh, you’re so biiigggg!”

Slade couldn’t hide his crude grin as he held her slowly squirming hips tightly against his body, not letting her twist her way off of his impaling cock, but keeping it lodged deep inside her helplessly cringing belly. “You needed it in your tight little cunt, girl, and that’s where it’s going to stay!” he mercilessly said, nearly howling at the incredible feel of her sex around his throbbing prick.

Her pussy was so soft, so silky, tight and wet as any woman ever had been. With a deep, passionate moan, Slade began to carefully fucking in and out of Zinda, savoring the feel of her inner folds. His eye was locked obsessively on the sight of her spilling arousal being released by her moist pink flesh as he pulled his aching hardness wetly out of her and then immediately plunged back into her wide-spread opening.

Almost immediately, the caress of her silky inner muscles set off a deep burning in Slade’s balls, and he felt his loins begin an excitedly spasmodic jerking. He held his giant shaft still until the sensations cooled and he could control himself again, watching her delicately lipped sex as it sucked lovingly at his deeply embedded member. He wasn’t going to come yet. He would never have a chance to fuck this luscious girl again, and he was going to make it last for as long as he could, make her love him for this one night as much as she loved that idiot kid.

Slade drew his huge prick out of her, until the glans sucked out past her gripping inner lips with a vivid smack, her folds clinging lovingly to the tip of his wetly glistening length. Both dripped with her copious juices.

Gritting his teeth, Slade worked his way back inside her, finding a rhythm while Shiva watched with a purring enjoyment that was quite unlike her. “Fuck that sweet little pussy,” she hummed, watching him mount Zinda like a stallion would take a palomino mare, his horse cock plunging gently, even romantically into the blonde with the workings of his sinewy thighs and the flexing of his muscular buttocks. His swollen balls, as big as plums, swung heavily below their conjoined bodies as he thrust into Zinda’s soaking pussy, caressing her lust-charged clitoris with every stroke he gave her.

The immediate discomfort, like bathwater poured too hot, soon mellowed into a soothing balm of drug-induced rapture for Zinda. Her well-pleasured channel eagerly spread but held tight to Slade’s cock as it fiercely fucked inside of her. Nothing mattered except the climactic release it was building toward, the sensual drive of bliss moving toward ecstasy that Zinda felt inside her screaming cunt and fire-filled depths. She wanted so badly to come…

“Fuck, fuck!” Slade gasped repeatedly, looking down at the beautifully creamy ass he was enjoying. Here he was, getting a good long look at this angel’s twitching asshole while his member plunged in and out of her snug, smooth pussy. Her anus winked provocatively up at him, exposed in a way that kicky miniskirt of hers always promised but never delivered. The fact that he finally had a ringside seat to what was underneath proved almost as enjoyable as the fuck itself. He groaned contentedly and fucked her a little harder, wanting to reward her for how much she’d excited him. Every thrust he gave a little twist and hook, driving moans of servile enjoyment from Zinda’s widely parted lips. 

Slade drew the act out decadently, his hands touring indulgently over Zinda’s body, down her swinging breasts to pinch the hardened pebbles of her pink nipples. Zinda moaned and joined in the enjoyment of her own flesh, beautifully moving her hips and thighs up against his loins, her full breasts bouncing against her upper arms. In the throes of her high, Zinda felt tiny climaxes shake her every few minutes, her flooding pussy spasming and clamping down needfully on Slade’s lovely prick. Each thrust drilled potently into her tender cunt, pushing the coarse tuft of his pubic hair against her tingling anus, sending chills of excitement streaming up the twists and flexes of her spine as it sought to contain the motion of her pleasure.

“Oh God! Oh God! Fuuuuuck!” Zinda suddenly cried, while Shiva watched in charged fascination through the camera lens, torn between the steady recording of Zinda’s degradation and the treatment of her own burning sex. She divided her time as best she could, aiming the camera lens to catch Zinda being defiled, her tossing head throwing around her golden hair in wild flails, then, as it was recorded, Shiva unrestrainedly fondled her own quaveringly erect clit to the erotic sight. Zinda’s hanging breasts and jiggling buttocks danced in lewd rhythm to Slade’s strong, deep thrusting.

“Zinda! Lady fucking Blackhawk!” Slade growled, pistoning into her harder and faster. “I’ve wanted to do this every time I’ve seen those goddamn stems!”

“Slade, Slade!” Zinda cried, grinding her pussy back to his massive cock, her body shaking with the new orgasm this caused. “You’re doing it to me! You’re really doing it to me! So good, so good! Slade!”

Her brain swam in a whirlpool of inconceivable enjoyment, her few thoughts about how beautifully Slade was fucking her. She vehemently felt how the girthy head of his heavily pulsating cock moved deep inside her. She knew that the erotic taunt buffeting her womanhood was his cum-bloated balls slapping against the tiny bud of her tingling clit, felt with every thrust he gave her. And she saw, by accident, their reflection in a vanity mirror, the wildly erotic show of his hard, glistening cock disappearing and reappearing between her lewdly offered buttocks, the combined sight and sound and feel of her labia being parted and delved into raising a low gasp of sheer lust from the pilot.

“Oh, Slade, baby!” she moaned, turning her head back to him for a kiss. The lust-ridden mercenary lowered his mouth to cover hers, occupying her mouth with his tongue as he filled her equally slowly and passionately with his member in her sex. She cried his name again into the kiss he was giving her.

***

“Okay, everyone,” Barbara said. “Here’s what you missed on Glee.”

Fingers darting over her laptop, she cued up the briefing room’s holographic projector to show a topographical map of a mountain, the top adorned with a temple.

“This is a satellite scan of the coordinates Talia gave us. As we might’ve expected, Shiva left no survivors, or at least none that stuck around. Wonder Woman was in the area, and she was good enough do a sweep. There are several sets of ancient writings, apparently the prophecies that Shiva is using Zinda to fulfill, but Diana couldn’t translate them. If we still had Zinda, we would go mobile, fly the Aerie over there, and translate on-site. Instead, I’ll be teleporting over with Helena and Dinah, who will play bodyguard while I run the translation software. And write the translation software.”

Roy raised his hand. “Uh, question…”

“Don’t worry, Roy, I haven’t forgotten you,” Barbara replied, her words somehow coming off as extremely sexually charged to the young man. It actually got him hard a little, imagining her saying something like that in a slightly different scenario. He forced himself to calm down; as if his run-in with Talia wasn’t enough for one day. Wishful thinking much, Harper?

“He can be very memorable,” Helena snickered, earning her a deadly look from Dinah.

Barbara ignored them, turning to face Misfit. “Charlie, as soon as you’ve taken us to the temple, I want you to come right back here. We need an escape plan, and a base of operations that can’t be compromised by Shiva. Besides which, Misfit, you’re our only transportation method. So you’re going to be staying here under Roy’s watchful eye.”

“You’re benching us!?” Misfit cried.

Roy stopped short. “I was going to say that, but I can see now how it could come off a little petulant.”

“Or a lot petulant,” Barbara replied with a long-suffering sigh. “Look, I know both of you want to help Zinda, but you won’t be any good just standing around while I translate. Remember, this isn’t a battle, this is a war. We need supply lines, exit strategies, forces held in reserve. Just think of yourselves as the cavalry. If we get in trouble, you’re our first call.”

Misfit opened her mouth to protest again, but Roy laid a hand on her shoulder. “Easy there, little lady. Remember, we’re here on Barbara’s dime. We can be the heroes some other day.”

“But what about Zinda?” Misfit insisted. “Who knows what that crackpot Shiva is even doing to her!?”

***

Zinda lost track of time as her conquering lover drew out his pleasuring of her cunt for the better part of an hour. He skillfully thrust himself from one end of her womanhood to the other, her lust filling Zinda with so much cream that Slade pumped it out of her with every stroke. There was no thought of what was happening to her, and little thought about who it was that was causing such pleasure. She only knew how good it felt.

Shiva saw how Zinda’s enjoyment of her own plundering had become careless, even reckless. She took advantage, reaching for the flailing strands of honey-blonde hair that had steadily surrounded Zinda’s sweaty face in a curtain of disheveled locks. “Here, Zinda,” she cooed, drawing Zinda’s face around to be captured by the camera, in the same frame that it showed her golden-haired pussy being spread open to Slade’s penetrating giant. “Smile for the camera, dear. Show just how much you like cock.”

“Oh yes, yes—yess!” the curvaceous blonde whimpered in the enchantment of her high, Slade’s huge member wetly slurping into her hotly sucking passage. Lustful intoxication raced through there, bursting with insane sensations at the end of his potent thrusts. Obscene pleas for more and more of his pleasuring cock screamed for release in what little of her mind was awake, while at the same time she gaped with glazed eyes at the camera lens reflecting her own debauchery. “Oh, oohhh, fuck! Coming! Yes! Gonna coooooome!”

“Uuungh!” Shiva grunted, plunging her own hand through her seething pussy. “That’s right, Zinda! That’s absolutely right!”

To Shiva’s delight, the little darling her camera was focused on kept sliding her wet sex back over Slade’s pistoning cock, no idea in her that the camera she was so blind to and the prick she was so enjoying could possibly lead to her downfall.

“Ooooh, Zinda, dear, you’re going to come soon,” Shiva breathed. “I can see it. Your pussy looks amazing wrapped around Slade’s big dick.”

As if compelled by the mere idea of a suggestion, Zinda bucked her hips back to Slade’s wonderfully driving prick, his passionate cries telling her that he was as close to the climax as she was. She felt the sudden liquid release of her juices, as if driven from her by the jerks and trembling of her lusciously naked body, and that explosion of her cream seemed to mark all the sensuous fucking she could take. Her pleasure came to a supreme crest.

“Oh, shit, fuck!” Slade exclaimed behind her. “I’m… I’m coming! Jesus Christ, Shiva, here it is!”

Zinda felt his huge thrusts coming faster, more urgently, and she eagerly, even shamelessly ground her naked buttocks back against his raging cock. It pounded into her, the resounding rhythm of his cum-bloated testes swinging against her tiny, erect clitoris making her eyes gape in unseeing fulfillment. The mounting passion of her wildly rising climax was everything. It swept through her, flooded her body, whipped through her flesh to Slade’s heavily pumping cock.

“Oh God!” Zinda called. “We’re coming! We’re coming together!” She quivered and crashed, clawing at the bedsheets, her pussy bathing Slade’s groin in gulps of her pushing release. She didn’t care at all about letting a man come inside her with all his potent seed.

It all culminated deep inside her crazily contracting sex and at the end of his madly driving prick, an unimaginable shattering running all through her jerking body. Grunting animalistically, pushing her perfect ass in offering to Slade, she brought them all sheer joy. Her cunt filled with his thick and creamy semen as it flew vigorously out of his huge cock. Grunting, Slade slumped down as the last of his heavily flowing semen and Zinda’s own secretions spilled out of the tightly locked lips of her sex, along Slade’s own emptied cock. Slade dropped down on Zinda in exhaustion, lying on her sweaty back, his softening prick still inside her semen-flooded sex. 

After only ten minutes’ rest, Slade rolled Zinda over onto her back, forgetting Shiva’s presence. He found that Zinda was still tripping, and he peered down between her loosely opened tights to see her pouting cunt, somehow looking as tight as ever even with his cum trickling out of it. Her eyes didn’t open as Slade hoisted up her knees and pushed himself into her sperm-flooded pussy, stroking in and out of her as she began mindlessly writhing in pleasure. It was heavenly. He was so wrapped up in Zinda’s body that when he looked over and remembered Shiva, watching him inscrutably, he could only grunt and go on with his enjoyment of Zinda.

Not tonight, he thought to himself, giving himself up to his lust, letting it stiffen his cock to fly into the angelic beauty under him. But somehow… some way… she’s not so above it all…

He kissed Zinda, feeling the passion building in his heftily swinging balls. She turned her face away, gazing forlornly at Shiva.

“What’s the matter? Can’t take a little kiss?”

“I… nmmm… I can take all the prick you can give me!” Zinda said, writhing on his stiff manhood.

“Oh? Maybe I’ll give you all I’ve got and we’ll just see if you can take it.”

He abruptly slipped his member from her sex, Zinda gasping in frustration, arching up in the air with searching probes of her hips. Then her eyes flew open as she felt the first press of his meaty cockhead against her anus.

“What—oooh, I didn’t mean there! Slade, don’t put—uhhhhh!”

Ignoring her outcry, Slade pushed his cum-drenched tip against the small, slick opening of her rectum and began to force his way inside. Even just minutes after coming, his cock was big and thick. Its hugeness forced Zinda’s clenched buttocks apart, and she groaned loudly as his shaft wedged into her, inching its way deeper.

To her own astonishment, it didn’t hurt, at least not in her numb, overstimulated state. In fact, she actually enjoyed being filled by that monstrous length.

“You—hnnngh, you’re fucking my ass!” she managed to say in a voice that was not quite laughing and not quite groaning. “It feels so… oh fuck, it feels so much! Give it all to me and I’ll show you I can take it a—eeeeaaahhhhh!”

She felt the last slippery inches starting to vanish inside her, forcing entirely new muscles to stretch in her bowels. “Guhhhh! Stop, Slade, it’s—no, I can’t, can’t stand it… unnnh!”

Shiva saw it happening. A cock the size of Slade’s wasn’t meant to be where he had it. And if he killed the dumb girl, her plans would be ruined. Ignoring the twinge of jealousy that surged through her, she shoved Slade off of Zinda. 

“You’ve done your part,” she said calmly, as if unaware that she was naked, her own juices dripping from her right hand. “Now take your payment and leave.”

Slade’s one eye burned with rage, but he was too professional—and too enamored with his life—to provoke a conflict. Getting off the bed, he gathered his clothes and walked out.

“Why’d… why’d you do that?” Zinda asked in a hoarse voice. “I was just about to come.”

“You’ll have other opportunities to come,” Shiva assured her. “Very, very soon.”