Angel Whore

Deep beneath the ordinary facade of a wealthy suburban home lay a hidden basement, transformed into a clandestine sanctuary for vigilante activities. Not just for Jace Fox's Batman, mind you, but also for Hadiyah's dual identity as Nobody. The atmosphere was dimly lit, with beams of light emerging from recessed lighting. Pots of lights that provided total clarity. The walls were adorned with maps, crime charts, and photographs, forming a mosaic of information and investigation.

The basement was filled with an assortment of equipment and tools, neatly organized and ready for action. Shelves lined the walls, displaying an array of gadgets, forensic kits, and surveillance devices. A long workbench stood in the centre, cluttered with blueprints, computer screens, and tinkering tools. It wasn't on the same level as Oracle's Clock Tower, which was holographic and almost alien in tech level, but it was obviously put together with a significant budget.

"Nice place," Aaron praised. There was no need to remained clothed and he walked down to the basement naked and free. Hadiyah was the same, although she struggled to move. She carried herself with support from the wall, occasionally bucking down as cum dripped from her swollen hole.

"T-thank you…" Hadiyah swallowed and tried to catch her breath.

'Maybe I should have given her more time to rest,' Aaron thought to himself.

In the corner, there was a meticulously constructed cage. Its bars were made of thick, reinforced steel, painted in a dark, matte black hue. A heavy, padlocked door served as the entrance to the cage.

"Open it," Aaron ordered. Hadiyah hesitated. He nodded anyway.

Inside was a woman that could only be described as broken. Her knees pressed to her breasts, head hidden, and trembling like a mad woman. Hearing the echo of his dong, however, she looked up. Her expression, which for an instant was devoid of emotion, rose to life.

"Chosen One!" Angel Breaker, no, Angel Whore, started crawling towards him. She prostrated before him, huffing and puffing, before grasping his limp dick like a sacred treasure. "It has…been too long! Too long…! Haa…haa…!"

Within the cage, the floor was lined with a thick, non-slip matting, providing both comfort and traction, creating security as well as an ability to cause harm to themselves. The ceiling above was fitted with a series of bright spotlights, casting a harsh, unwavering light upon its sole occupant, making it difficult to hide or conceal anything.

Including the way she was sniffing and cuddling his schlong. It wasn't a particularly new act of praise but…the sheer desperation was definitely new. Hadiyah stood outside the cage, holding her weight by gripping a bar. She seemed utterly confused by their relationship.

"This isolation was your punishment," Aaron said. "Now that you have carried it out, you serve me."

"Yes." Angel Whore hugged his leg like a lost pet, eyes staring up at with insane adoration. "Of course, Chosen One. Whatever you desire! As long as you bless me with this big, fat burly cock!"

Well, that settled that. Aaron had confirmed another member of his secret harem. He pondered on whether he should fuck her. Angel Breaker wasn't hypnotized and neither was Julia. They followed him of his own violation and he could see it in their eyes that they would never betray. Especially Angel Whore. Her whole purpose in life was to serve him. Hypnosis was unnecessary.

Aaron wasn't a cruel man. He wanted to veer towards the side of good ethics, if at all possible. If it wasn't, like with Jaina Hudon, then he would (after consideration and planning) go towards the shade of grey. But never black. No unnecessary killing, no ****, no slavery, none of that. **** was one thing but no consent at all was another. With Hadiyah, like she herself had said, she would have slept with him anyway. There was a comfortable level of consent there. Same with Selina and Iman. Aaron could sense they lusted for him way before he hypnotized them. In fact, Iman admitted she wanted him to take her to a private hotel after the Zatanna show and fuck her silly. If he wasn't going to make the first move, she was. It was only a matter of time.

'Ugh, am I being weird? Am I being too nice?' Aaron exhaled sharply. 'No, I have to be like this. If I became a hypnotizing **** in the name of justice, then what kind of Gotham am I really creating? I need to do this the right way. I need to do this with tact.'

His resolve firm, he peered down at Angel Whore who was busy cooing the glans of his penis. "I want you to work together with another person: Catwoman. The two of you will work together to bring Talia al Ghul to me. She has nearly regained total control over the League of Assassins. You and Catwoman must bring her to me before that happens."

"So my old master has stolen my title…" Angel Whore muttered. She looked up at him, the deep determination of Angel Breaker returning in spades. "I will do as you say, Chosen One. However, there is the issue of Lady Shiva. I suspect as the leader of the League of Shadows, she also desires the League of Assassins."

"Oh, don't worry about Lady Shiva," Aaron said. "Lady Shiva will be approaching me of her own accord soon. After that, the League of Shadows will belong to me. And with your help, the Assassins too."

The pale-faced woman smiled with her teeth. "Amazing! Of course! I shall entrust it to you, Chosen One!"