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Talia watched Jason fuck Cheshire all over again, demanding that she tell all her friends about how hard he had made her come, Cheshire enthusiastically agreeing with his chest-thumping proclamation. Talia had been terribly thrilled to see him shoot his steaming load all the way down Cheshire’s ass. Now he was going to come again, not knowing that Talia was fucking herself to the thought of his handsome young body against hers. There—he arched his body into Cheshire’s, spurting, spraying his seed out. The kind of sex that Talia needed, deserved.

Talia bit her lip and came with him. Her arm ached from the hard fucking she had given herself, but it was worth it, just for the lingering throb in her clit after the ecstasy. She considered rewinding the video to watch it a little more. She certainly still felt up to a little fun.

“Oh, wow! Candid camera!”

Talia whirled around in her chair. Duela Dent—one of the Hive’s more insufferable, but effective operatives—was standing right next to her desk.

As Talia let out a long-suffering sigh, Duela bent over the desk, jamming her face up to the screen. “Of course I always thought you had the rooms bugged, but hidden cameras! That must’ve cost a fortune! Oh hey, is that the new kid? Is that the new kid’s cock?”

Talia huffed out another sigh, but Duela was oblivious to her anger. That only stood to reason, though. Talia was more angry with herself than with Duela. Angry for slipping up, allowing Duela to pick the lock to her room, sneak inside, and catch her at her secret. Now she had no choice in the matter. Duela had once more overstepped her bounds and Talia just had to get comfortable with her there, or risk being exposed.

“Rank hath its privileges,” Talia explained. She stifled her anger as much as she could, toggling through the different channels to show her how comprehensive her oversight of the Academy really was.

“Boo! Boring!” Duela cried, blowing out her cheeks. “Change it back! Change it back!”

“You want to see Jason again?”

Duela nodded enthusiastically. “Is that what new kid calls his cock?”

Talia flipped back to the channel monitoring Cheshire’s environs. She’d left the recording on rewind, not live, and it showed Jason and Cheshire as they had been. Talia could feel Duela’s sudden excitement, seeing them in the heat of passion. It was a little nice. It reminded her of being with Nyssa again. Watching together, sharing together… sisterly togetherness.

“Were you going to watch them fucking?” Duela asked out of the blue.

“I was considering it,” Talia said with a touch of sarcasm. Nyssa hadn’t asked such dumb questions. Next thing you knew, Duela would be wondering why Cheshire was putting Jason’s thing in her mouth.

“And they don’t know you’re watching?”

“Cheshire does. She likes to put on a show.”

“But he doesn’t. Ooo.” Duela squeezed her slim legs together. “That’d be so exciting, keeping a secret from him like that! I could do that! I’d blow you a kiss when I was gonna come!”

Talia blinked slowly. “Would you really like that?”

“Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh!”

“Then you could go to his room…” Talia said leadingly.

“You think so?”

“I don’t think he’s the most discriminating customer.”

“You mean it?” Talia nodded. Duela clamped a hand over her pussy. “And you’ll watch me?” Talia nodded again. “Oh wow, that turns me on so much—“ She began fingering her clit, going cross-eyed with excitement. “She bop-he bop-a-we bop—”

“So why don’t you go do that in Jason’s room? I’m sure he’ll be more interested in it than I would be.”

“Oh yeah…” Duela realized. Then her brow furrowed. “You’re not interested in me?”

“Your blood is impure and your ancestry is in question.”

“I guess,” Duela agreed. “Welp, gotta go!”

She hurried off, singing She-Bop once more. Talia relaxed a little. She was still embarrassed that her secret little pleasure had been found out, but Duela Dent was an elaborately harmless creature. She wouldn’t do anything with the knowledge but… get into the spirit of things.

After carefully relocking her doors, Talia changed the monitor to Jason’s room. Unbelievable. He was lying on his bed, naked, lazily stroking his cock. Did the man ever get tired of sex? She watched the big dumb Bat playing with his cock as she waited for Duela to get to his room—wondering how he’d fit into a Batman costume.

***

Jason laid on his bed, feeling vaguely horny and wanting a little fun, but knowing better than to go out looking for it when he had things on his mind. He’d gone into the Hive knowing he would need two things to get back out, at least. A magic-user and blackmail material. He didn’t think fucking Cheshire would count. The woman had bombed Quran—she wouldn’t give a shit about getting caught with her hand on the student body. He needed someone higher up the food chain. He’d already tapped into the school’s camera system: once he had fucked someone of sufficient rank, he’d have his blackmail right there.

A magic-user was harder to come by. He needed to get a certain reputation to draw one out. They tended to be sensual creatures, interested in sex magic and all that, but he didn’t think an authority figure like Cheshire would go around blabbing to the students about his male prowess. And it needed to be a student. Any kind of ranked practitioner would know better than to go along with his scheme.

Benefits of infiltrating a school. Lots of idiots. Young, nubile idiots.

He jerked upright when he heard the sound of the card reader outside his door accepting a pass. He’d heard the odd footsteps passing by his room, but who would stop and let themselves in? His eyes narrowed when he saw Duela Dent step into his room, waving a keycard—one of the faculty’s, with administrative passes.

“Look what I found! The key to the candy store!”

Jason cocked his head. “Who are you supposed to be?”

“Duela Dent! I’m the Joker’s daughter. And you’re the candy!”

“The Joker, huh? I met him once…”

She certainly looked like one of the Joker’s crazed fangirls—a pretty one, at least. She wore a steampunk corset with stockings attached by hosiery, little other than side-skirts and panties covering the area between thighs and waist, with similar arm warmers and gloves. A Willy Wonka hat with attached goggles was parked atop a bob of green hair, a white face ensconced between her bangs, smeared lipstick giving her a smile reminiscent of the Joker’s scars. Underneath all the make-up and crazy costuming, she was lean and mean, the breasts revealed by the low-cut corset ample to begin with, but looking fuller and softer and creamier with the corset boosting them up, with the white bodypaint giving them a milky pallor, with the way she bent over…

Jason made no more to cover himself, even as her appearance made him stiffen. “If the Headmistress catches you in here, you might get in trouble.”

“Don’t worry about her, she’s real busy at the moment. And I can’t get in trouble, I’m on birth control. So how about we have us some fun? I mean, don’t I look sexy as hell in this get-up? You can see almost all of my tits—dontcha wanna stick your face in ‘em?”

“Yes,” Jason said. “Why don’t you come over here and let me?”

Grinning, Duela flounced over to the bed, pleased to get a closer look at him. His long cock was rising from the curly black hair of his groin, getting bigger by the moment. As her eyes lined up hungrily with it, she remembered that Talia was watching them. She shivered in delight, eager to put on a show. Her fingers fiddled with the length of purple embroidery that ran down her crotch and up her ass, covering most of the things that needed covering. One firm tug and it ripped away, leaving her bare from the waist down.

“Whoopsie! That happens all the time. It’s so embarrassing—“

She was interrupted from further musing by Jason pulling her on top of him, straddling his belly, his huge cock trapped under her pussy. He grinned in delirious lust at the feel of her heat, then reached up to the cups of corset that covered her breasts, ripping them away just like her panties had gone. Now her breasts seemed to overflow her corset, it having been unseated from its proper positioning on her, sidling down her body. She stuck her chest out for him to see, but wiggled away from his grasp, groping her breasts herself. Felt his cock pound against her sex as she played with them.

He didn’t let her make him wait. He sat up, grabbing her, thrusting his mouth into her cleavage almost before she could offer them to him. He sucked on her sensitive tits almost with a growl.

It was just too much for Duela. She had gotten too worked up, seeing Talia play by herself and seeing Jason playing with himself and now playing with him herself. She just had to let go. She circled her hips, frigging her clit on the underside of his shaft, her disarrayed corset so slippery and sexy around her, his cock so hot and hard underneath her. She dragged her clit all over it, its hardness, its veins, its driving need for her, and she came with the giant cock trapped between her labia lips.

“Hot little bitch, aren’t you?” Jason muttered, and she swooned. They were just getting started.

She pushed away from him, her hands on his hairy chest, and slithered down his form. Her pussy was too sensitive; she needed a moment to breathe, and knew what she could give him to make him real happy while she calmed down. She caught his cock between her breasts, pushing her tits together until it was nestled in with warm flesh all around. There was still plenty left over above her cleavage for her to suck, and she did, looking up to see him close his eyes in delight at her efforts.

She sucked on his cockhead for a while, feeling his shaft pound and throb within her firm flesh. He tasted sharp and musky, like a lot of men she’d dated, but with a little something extra—Cheshire, she thought. And cum. His cock still fairly reeked of the cum it had pumped out.

She wanted to deep-throat him, take it all the way, all of his impossible cock, but the head alone was filling her mouth, making her jaws tingle from stretching. And her pussy was getting hot again. The good kind of hot. Ready to be filled again, ready for the friction, ready to explode once more. She pulled her mouth away from his cock with a pop, then stood, brazenly displaying all the nudity around the corset in dishabille. Her pussy was exposed, as were her breasts.

“Joker’s daughter, huh?” Jason asked, noticing her pubic hair was green too. “Well, after tonight, there’ll be a Joker’s granddaughter.”

Duela fairly squee’d.

He took hold of her again, throwing her to the bed. She was limp in his grasp. Her hat rolled away from the force of the impact. He rolled her over onto her back, one-handed, like she only weighted half a pound, and then pushed her legs up to her chest, her knees tight against her breasts. She was curled up in a ball now, her green hair now spread wildly across the bedspread like some invading species of plant.

Jason picked her feet up, putting her heels on his shoulders, grabbing her little ass in the palms of his hands. She felt very little then, underneath his big strong body. He pulled her up until only her shoulders were braced against the bed. Then he entered her. Fucking her with long, huge strokes that nearly knocked the breath out of her. She felt his balls battering the cheeks of her tiny ass.

“Like it, bitch?” With her pinned underneath him, braced against the bed, he could grab hold of her tits. He used them almost like handholds, keeping her right at the angle he’d chosen as he pounded his cock into her open cunt. “You like getting fucked like this, don’t you? A good, stiff fuck. Only thing better would be if I’d spanked you first. Made it hurt more when you got fucked.

“Unh, unh, unh, yes, daddy!” she grunted. Feverishly she clawed at the bedding, trying to hold herself in place more firmly, to be able to hump her ass back against his cock, but she had no traction. She was at his mercy, forced into the position of his choosing. “Fuck me, fuck my cunt, fuck yes, daddy, oooh, daddy!”

Just when she was about to come, Jason pulled out of her, dripping with her wetness, and threw her flat on her stomach. Duela felt his rough hands spreading her asscheeks apart, no caring, no gentleness, just the sudden exposure of her asshole. She almost cheered at the thought of being ass-fucked, before remembering just how big he was. She didn’t know if her hole could take a big dick like his. She wasn’t even sure how her pussy had.

“Uhhh, daddy?”

“I don’t care whose daughter you are,” Jason growled. “You’re my bitch.”

He pushed his throbbing cockhead to her asshole, his shaft in his fist, his other hand flat between her shoulder blades. When she tried to raise her head, voice another objection, he slapped her upside the head. Her green hair fell in front of her eyes.

“This is what you need, baby. This is what you’re gonna get.”

“Hold on, just hold on a sec—“ Duela said fearfully, shivering in helplessness. “It’s too—daddy—you, you, ungggh! Wait, oh… nnggg!”

It was no use protesting. Jason thrust his hips steadily, forcing more and more of his prick into her asshole, as fast as she could take it. Duela felt herself stretching forcibly to allow his cock inside. She kept whining, even when it was obvious there was more of his manhood inside her than left outside. Finally he slapped her ass, hard enough to send a jogging pain through her snugly penetrated asshole, and she stopped to lay motionless beneath him, abandoning herself to whatever he wanted from her.

“Feel good?” Jason asked, groaning as he gave her another inch, her strong muscles clenching and squeezing uselessly around his swollen cock. “Feels good for me. Fuck yeah. Isn’t that nice? Don’t you love having that sweet little asshole be good for something?”

“Fucker,” Duela whimpered. Lost in thought, such as it was. “Fucking me… making me fuck… my ass hurts, daddy, but my pussy feels so good…”

Jason made a final downward thrust, huffing in pleasure as he pushed the last of himself through her much-abused ring. For several seconds after he lay motionless on top of her hunched body, savoring the strength of her body closing around his rock-hard cock. Then he started fucking her. Worse, pushing his hands under her tits and feeling them jiggle as he reamed out her tender asshole, harder and faster with every stroke.

“Like that?” he asked tauntingly. “Yeah, this is what a bitch like you wants most. Her asshole fucked by the biggest, hardest dick she can find. And you’re getting it, bitch. You’re getting me.”

“Yes,” Duela groaned. In spite of herself she started grinding her pussy on the bedspread, trying to get herself off on it. Too smooth for that. Too insubstantial. To deal with her lust she needed Jason. She lifted her ass to the stabbing impalement he’d made of her anus. And it felt good. She enjoyed it, her pussy burning all over again, her nipples tinging, her whole body—“You fucker—dirty fucker—unhhh…”

With every thrust she could feel her asshole gripping his cock, as if reluctant to let go of such a strong, satisfying weapon. The pain was gone. Instead, all she felt was an insistent throbbing. It became more delicious with every second.

Duela was too damn crazy to wonder why it was turning her on. Her fingers dug needfully into the bedspread, ripping it free of the mattress. She started bucking her ass in earnest, lifting it eagerly into the thrusts of Jason’s sodomizing cock.

“Fuck me, daddy!” she moaned shamelessly. “Make it feel good, it feels so good! Fuck my asshole! Do it hard!”

If it were anyone else, Jason would’ve laughed. But this was some fucking acolyte devotee groupie of the Joker’s. Her enjoying his humiliation of her made him angrier than ever. And so, clamping his hands on her tits, he fucked her asshole as hard as he could.

“Harder, Jason!” Duela squealed, her ravaged asshole being destroyed even more utterly. She frantically met his strokes, her asscheeks reddening with their slaps against his loins.

“Horny bitch,” Jason growled, his cock growing stiffer and longer in the pressure of her tiny ass, his balls swelling as they slapped at her pussy. “Fuck you… I’m gonna come… fucking whore…”

“Yes I am, daddy, fuck me hard!” Duela gasped. She thrust her hand wantonly under her belly, finger-fucking herself, thumbing her hard clit and fingering her cunt and all while Jason rammed deep into her ass. “Oh fuck, I can feel you in my butt, I can feel cock in my butt! I’m coming too, daddy, I’m coming just like daddy!”

It was the hardest orgasm she’d ever experienced. The pleasure poured simultaneously out of her cunt and asshole, mingling so intensely that she thought she’d black out. Jason grunted as his cock swelled and tightened. Well, when in fucking Rome…

“Daddy’s home!” Jason announced, slamming his throbbing cock all the way up her ass as he came, hot spurts of cum punching into her bowels. Repeatedly the white jism poured out from him, completely emptying his balls. Duela felt his seed burbling out of her anus and dripping onto the bed as he came and came and came, all for her.

She thought he was going to drive that cock of his right through her body and out her mouth. She had never felt so totally penetrated before. He more than filled her. His thrusts mashed her clit against her hand, stroking it so good she only had to hold her fingers inside herself and let it happen. And she felt the power of his hands as he held her ass in place to finish, hauling it to his loins and then just unloading. She was a victim, utterly helpless before his onslaught. It was wonderful.

She was rolling her head back and forth on the bed as he fucked her, like she still wanted him to stop, or maybe it was the notion of it ever stopping that she was objecting to. Either way, she saw the glint of light in the shadows. A camera lens, she knew it was!

She felt another passionate convulsion go through her—like an orgasm all its own—as she raised her hand and waved at the camera. She felt his cum crawling out her ass and all over her privates as she blew a kiss to the Headmistress. Hoping she’d enjoyed it as much as Duela had, in a way Talia never could’ve. A Headmistress couldn’t allow someone to dominate her the way Jason just had her. But doing it for both of them made Duela’s orgasm somehow extra—doubled by being shared with Talia, out there alone with her secret.

Then Jason was panting on top of her, kissing her neck as his prick wilted gradually inside her puckered asshole. “You’re going to tell your friends about this. You’re going to tell all the girls how I fucked you and how you came—and most especially, you’re going to tell Jinx, got it? Jinx.”

Duela whimpered and shut her eyes, more confused than ever. “But why? Jinx’s a lesbo. Everyone knows that, daddy.”

Jason groaned.

So much for his magic user.