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He didn’t want to ruin their lives or anything. Before he released the video onto the Darknet, he deliberately downgraded the resolution, futzed with the compression, wound up with something grainy and occasionally distorted. If Raven and Kory denied it, anyone would believe that it was just a fake. There were plenty of those. But they looked so much like the real thing, sounded so real, and his presence lent credibility. People who wanted to believe would believe.

He implanted a heuristic worm into the audio track. The more the video was accessed, played, the more it would degrade, and the more little tricks it would pull with the computer in question’s memory. In a few months, the thing would be toxic. All that would remain would be screen captures. Jason could live with that.

He uploaded it and laid low, now relocated to a safehouse in Beirut. He put out feelers: met with arms dealers, contractors. Made it so that if someone with the right—or wrong—connections was looking for him, they could find them. And someone did.

Lucia Martinez was formerly of a South American drug cartel, before Superman had temporarily relocated the Fortress of Solitude to her turf. It hadn’t gone well for her. After she’d broken out of jail, HIVE had recruited her with the Blackrock, an artifact created to destroy Superman. It’d been passed down from enemy to enemy as they were weakened and defeated. Now, Lucia’s hatred matched its.

Even seeing her on the security set-up, Jason could tell she was beautiful. Raven-haired, with firmly Hispanic features, darkened and even a little harsh in her set, intent face. Levis shot down long legs, frayed white patches giving way to the lush skin and corded muscles beneath, with a tie-front belly shirt tied off below her breasts, exposing the lean musculature and soft curves there. She was fit, but not unpleasantly so—she had the appealingly rounded, yet lithe look of many Chilean women. A curvaceousness born of good food, active days, and long nights of love making.

She was examining the door—really more of the side of a mountain—when Jason tripped the intercom. “I didn’t know the Hive was so interested in me.”

“We’re interested in many things. But lately, you’ve really captured our attention. Hurting the Teen Titans like that—takes skill.”

“It wasn’t a job application.”

“Some jobs you don’t know you’re interviewing for until you get them. How would you like to make real money? Fight the Justice League? Take over the world?”

“I’m doing pretty alright for myself already. Not sure what I could learn at the Hive Academy.”

“That there’s strength in numbers.”

“Says the woman who’s come alone.”

“I’m not so alone as I look.”

“Then maybe we should have this conversation inside. In private. Strip.”

For the first time, Lucia looked taken aback. “Que?”

“Your clothes. Take them off. Need to know you’re not carrying a weapon.”

“I am the weapon.”

“Then haven’t you ever heard of a weapon inspection?”

Her lips contorted into a characteristically bitter expression, eyes blazing as she gave in. She undid the knot tying her shirt together, barely letting it open up before she’d pulled it over her head, firm ripe breasts thrusting pertly outward. She stepped out of her Levis just as quickly, her suddenly naked body seeming to radiate a soft glow in the dim evening air.

But she wasn’t naked. She had the Blackrock. A darkened crystal latticework covered her body like a vein of ore in rock, the glass-like substance craggy and hard, but fitting her flesh like molded metal. It swam up her long legs like stockings, wound in tendrils to her loins, where the tinted crystal split to go between her buttocks and over her pubis in a kind of modesty. With more seemingly random permutations, the crystal slashed up her abdomen and around her hips, leading to what was by all appearances a crystalline bra, with slender choker, armpieces, and headdress of the same material, all connected by shards crossing her half-naked body like the tentacles of some living organism.

Her hair darkened to the red of a smoky jewel, matching the blackened crystal, while her eyes were black, with the white ‘fire’ of a diamond in the center, like irises. Most incredibly, the crystal was not entirely opaque. Jason could see her fully naked body as if through seawater at night—luscious pubic hair glistening richly against her mound, asscheeks moving sensuously as she walked up to the hidden intercom.

“Now let me in,” she demanded. “I’m freezing my ass off!”

Jason pressed Enter. The hidden bolt-hole opened up and she was allowed inside, the cramped cavern’s lights revealing more of her body within its glossy obscuration.

Jason set aside his laptop and rose from the cot he’d been sitting on. He wore only loose, drawstring pants, beltless and a size too big, already lowering on his lean stomach. “You caught me in the middle of downtime,” he said unapologetically, cracking his neck. His pants shuffled a quarter-inch down his waist with the little motion, exposing some of the wiry hair beneath his navel.

Lucia—Blackrock—went through the benefits of the Hive Academy. The resources that would be available to him. The allies that he could call upon. The pitch was about what he expected. What he hadn’t expected—well, not solidly—was how Lucia’s eyes were wandering to his loose-fitting pants as his slow pacing dragged them down the V of his hips, her voice occasionally transitioning into Spanish with flustering.

“And I can promise you a full ride,” she finished at last.

“Full ride,” he repeated, looking her over. “Sounds nice. Any kind of ride sounds nice… must not be very glamorous work, getting sent to recruit me.”

“Membership has its dues.”

“Still… I’m the number one draft pick. You snatch me up, it’ll look good for you. Or bad. If I say no.” He paused, tapping his foot. His pants had nearly rounded his hips, dripping off the root of his downcast cock, its half-hard length brazenly apparent, hanging against the crotch of his pants.

“It could be bad for you too,” Lucia said, her lips drawing back from gleaming teeth as she listened to his dithering. She had a mean streak. Jason liked that kind of fire. “I’m used to getting what I want.”

“Me too. But I don’t think your bosses would be happy to hear that you showed up to recruit me and ended up ventilating me.”

Lucia’s teeth grinded together unhappily. She couldn’t dispute the point.

“So you need me to say yes. You’d better convince me, Blackrock.” He shook his leg. The pants slid down his legs and Lucia stared in stunned amazement, gasping audibly at either his audacity or the massive cock he displayed between his thighs.

“Puta! How dare you!”

Jason sat down on his cot and beckoned her closer.

“Bastardo! I should kill you right now! Pinche maricon!”

“Chupa mi verga,” Jason replied simply. He took hold of his cock and pumped it into fullness, which seemed to incense Lucia even further. She watched, trembling with anger, as his hand traveled the whole length of his erection. “Chupa mi verga.”

He stared at her tits, at her pussy, her crystalline costume doing little more than the famous seven veils to challenge his gaze. She felt it on her, penetrating her, and gulped audibly. Her eyes, blazing, continued to focus on his impudent masturbation.

“Suck my cock,” Jason said, the English startling her, “or get the fuck out.”

“And you promise—“ Jason could see how hard her nipples were, straining against their glass coverings. “You promise you’ll join HIVE?”

“Of course,” Jason said. “And I’ll let you swallow too.”

“I’ll kill you for this,” Lucia bit off as she fell to her knees, but her voice was distant, her eyes glazed over as they focused on his cock. “Kill you…”

“That’s not a very good reason not to come on your face, if you think about it,” Jason offered.

She hunched between his legs, thrusting his fat prick deep inside her mouth, moaned in surprise at just how much of it there was to swallow. She sucked long and slow, one hand gripping him by the base, feeling the ripples of power that pulsed straight through to the cockhead lodged in her throat.

Jason exhaled with satisfaction. “Not bad. Not bad at all. Is this your first time giving a blowjob?”

Free hand imploding into a fist, Lucia lifted his cock and ran her tongue hotly along his length, the heady taste growing until she was hoisting his balls into her burning mouth, sucking greedily on them, his musky taste overwhelming.

“So that’s a no,” Jason groaned, reaching down to cup her head in both hands. “Guess you just need a refresher course. Okay, listen up Lucia, I’m gonna pull my cock out of your mouth now, and if you don’t want it to go away forever, you’ll show me how good you can lick and kiss it. Good luck now…”

He pulled out, letting his cock slide out of Lucia’s tightly gripped mouth even as she sucked hard on it. Once it was out, facing her, her eyes widened. His cock was much bigger than it had been when she’d started sucking. She wasn’t quite sure how it had fitted in her mouth…

Jason cuffed her sharply, snapping her out of her reverie, and after a mouthful of whispered curses, Lucia licked at his hard-on. Jason patted her on the head condescendingly. She growled around the shaft she was mouthing. He beamed down at her, meeting her hateful look with a smile.

She tightened her grip on his cock, almost threateningly, but that just made Jason lift his hips more, urging his cock toward her insistently. Before she had to be told again, Lucia started working on his swollen cock, her tongue tracing its way around his dickhead, flicking back and forth upon the crown before she licked down its length, tongue sliding down the vein that took up the underside of his manhood.

When she got to his base, she kissed it heatedly, teeth nipping at the loose skin of his scrotum. Jason raised his hand threateningly for another cuffing, and Lucia returned her full, soft tongue to his base, lathing the underside, pushing it up with her tongue and then letting his cock’s heft slap back down onto her face. She could feel his shaft twitching into the soft, wet caress of her tongue, and heard an appreciative groan from Jason as his cock rolled down her cheek.

She was shocked to feel a sharp twang of her pulse, pushing between her legs. It turned her on, pleasing him. Giving him a hard-on made her want him to use it on her.

“Yeah… yeah, you’re a regular cocksucker, ain’t ya? You learn fast.” Jason’s halting praise further aroused her; she squeezed her thighs together hard. “Kiss my cockhead. Show me how much you love it. Then put it in your mouth some more. Like a good cocksucker.”

Burning with obedience, feeling his hands lightly caressing her head, Lucia pressed her lips to the tip of his cock, her tongue lapping out to rub against his slit. The few drops of precum seeping from it made her taste buds sing. She opened her mouth a little wider, kittenishly locked her lips around his collar and slurped her way down the sloping knob, pulling free of it with suctioning lips.

Jason could feel his load boiling inside him, like a big knot of rope being pulled tighter and tighter until his climax would neatly cut it. Empowered by it, Jason thrust his hips forward, plunging himself almost to the hilt in Lucia’s mouth. Lucia responded, staring balefully up at him, whipping her head up and down, from side to side, ripples of excitement shooting through his cock as she angrily rocked against his facefucking.

She was blowing him in a frenzy of eagerness now; he could feel her craving for his cum, making him hunger to fill her mouth as much as she was hungry to swallow it.

“Coming, coming!” Jason grunted, jamming his bursting prick violently into her mouth. He yanked her head forward at the same time, thought he heard a wildly satisfied moan come up from Lucia’s battered throat as he entered it.

Her face punched against his loins, he came down her throat, his cock flooding for almost two minutes. As best she could, Lucia swallowed, the cum still backwashing along Jason’s thick cock and back into her mouth, where she frantically rolled it around with her tongue, trying to catch its pungent taste. She even reached up to squeeze his balls, loving every extra drop she coaxed out. Swallowing every drop she loved.

Exhaling lengthily, Jason pressed his index finger to her forehead and then gave her a sharp push, tugging her off his deflated cock. Lucia fell back onto her ass, watching stunned as Jason stood back up and pulled his trousers back over his nakedness.

“I think I will join the Hive Academy,” he told her. “Nothing like hands-on instruction.”