Chapter 14: Nightwing Gets Back on Track

The Narrows river outlines Blüdhaven’s ampleness, trailing down her form like hands feeling up the body of a fine Mamacita, the kind of ASS one takes home after a hard twerkout at the Squat Rack. The Baily is one portion of those riverside curves.

It’s nestled under Melville, named after the church serving as its central landmark. It is said to be Blüdhaven’s first, to which the priestess of St Evelyn's and St Bernadette’s contest. Like Melville, it’s a pleasant place to reside relative to Bludhaven's trampy standards. Filled with well-enough maintained townhomes, apartments, small shops, and a five-story office that Nightwing is grappling upon.

She was there because of Shumalith’s tedious but insightful financial records. This property stood out because the launder recently took up the property. The previous owner was the Angel. She acquired the rights from one of her shell companies. And most curiously, it was around the time of the former Queenpin's disappearance. Her gut was telling her to check this place out.

Yet, so far, the investigation has turned up nothing. Nightwing broke into the rooftop entrance and searched downward, so far navigating two floors of abandoned offices and leftover furniture, only discovering neglect.

Also, she was dealing with a more personal issue, the sexy slut-strut she couldn't stop. Her body felt compelled to go BOOM BOOM BOOM! Pooppin’ her wide hips, runway-striding her thickly padded legs, making all that feminine fat quake and shake.

"Ugh, it's getting hard to sneak around." She nearly tripped over herself, trying to perform a non-sensual step. It was even more prominent than it had been since these inexplicable growth spurts started. It felt like her entire form was rewired. Even the most basic body motions are made to go OOH BABY!

"Gah! I’ve been so focused on my mission, but I need to look into this. It's not normal." She placed her hands on her hips, marveling at how far they went from her center. Or that's what she meant to do. But instead, her hands went backward to slap her haunches on the side. They jutted out such that there was plenty of space to land.

"AAAAHH~!” She cried from the inadvertent self-spanking, mindlessly grabbing and groping the sides of her cheeks, making all that copious fat squish through her fingers, sending her rear end jiggling about.

“I just can't right now!" She again looked back to her troublesomely large booty. "I'll get back to you once I finish here. " Nightwing continued her search for any intel and tried to stop her ho-stroll. But she failed at both, giving up on this floor and returning to the stairway.

She stopped at the door. Doubt grew more assertive. “I hope I'm not wasting my time in some dusty old office. It feels like all I've done in this city is stumble around like a fool."

“Though honestly, I've been more like a floozy. The only thing I've done is let my bu-my ASS take the wheel.” She blushed. Foxy's demeaning words still tainted her mind, making her feel like a naughty, dirty girl.

“No! Don't let yourself get down, girl! I didn’t come to Blüdhaven for some perverted adventure.” Finally, Nightwing regained her resolve and descended the stairwell. “ And tonight, I’ll prove it.”

When she entered the third floor, providence seemed to come immediately. There was faint activity at the end of the hall. She quickly moved to it and arrived at an executive office occupied by a group of women clearly in hiding.

*Sniff* *Sniff*

Goddess! It smelled like a femme frat house! And it made her feel like a cheerleader going to party.

“I told you already, you stupid Fox!” Said a woman shouting at her phone, clearly the leader, given her poise and watermelon-sized wobblers visible behind her. She wore jeans and a skimpy halter neck, cradling her copious chest, and interestingly had a tramp stamp of angel wings.

Stupid Fox? Nightwing was reasonably sure to who she was referring. Was this chick in contact with the False Face Society? She had to hear more! Fortunately, a hard-installed secretary's desk was in the perfect eavesdropping position.

Infiltrating was easy; the occupants were too busy with each other. She passed by one femme holding another from behind, kissing her neck, one hand kneading a breast while the other was on her cock. She crossed a tongue-filled makeout, lapping on bodies, and deep pussy play. Was this a den of criminals or free love?

That aside, she saw the same winged tramp stamp on each one she passed. That made it easy to guess who they were. The last remnants of Angela's gang, hiding from whoever conquered their boss.

But it was hard to contemplate that because the all-present, sleazy fragrance was **** Nightwing’s nostrils, making her feel lightheaded and tempted to join them.

Ignore the smell! Nightwing made herself refocus. Ignore the lewdness! You're close. Ignore it! I just have to pass a femme engrossed on her laptop. And jacking off out in the open!?

Strictly out of curiosity Nightwing slowed down to see what was so enticing. And to her shock, the video was Wonder Woman pleasuring her basketball-sized ASS with a slew of dildos and vibrators.

She recognized the video…o-only because Barbie and Kara showed her! Rumor is the source was a leaked feed from the Superhero Commission Board.

But that's ridiculous. How would such confidential correspondence get out in the open? Did someone within the board itself leak it to the net? And there was no way a shining example of truth such as Wonder Woman would openly jill herself like some college co-ed clip thot.

Besides, if that was supposed to be her in the video, her ASS is way too small.

Unfortunately, watching the supposed superheroine smut distracted her enough to slip on a small cylindrical object. Thankfully she followed the momentum into a roll, taking her the rest of the way.

Stupid! Stupid! Nightwing self-admonished, checking that the little slip-up didn’t reveal her. Don't get distracted! No matter how hot it was, seeing her stuff her ASSHOLE like Thanksgiving turkey! I wonder if I can hold as many?

Wait? What am I thinking?

She could feel the round shape of her foot. Picking it up, she realized it was a familiar-looking vial, empty of its fluorescent purple and gold content.

Do they have it too? Or…were they the ones that had it first? And Foxy was led to rob it from the ones who took their supply?

“Yes, you are that ****, and so am I!" The woman interrupted her thoughts.

Priorities! She'll ask her about this little thing after she hears what they're talking about and beats them up. Nightwing activated the sound enhancer on her ear-comm and concentrated on the woman.

“The Minh's are the best call! They’re the only call we have left!”

“.....”

“We have to go this far because YOU screwed Shumalith’s pick-up with our fake ****. The only other person who also hated that bitch and had the assets to help give us a real edge, now she and her shit are probably getting plowed."

Shumalith was in on her ****? Nightwing gasped. She was joining them.

"Found her covered In jizz? Are you serious? Look, even if I believed you, that doesn't matter ."

I guess my shameless method had another unintended blessing. Nightwing continued listening.

" Not just that you couldn't get the latest shipment after I handed it to you. We NEED that stuff. I've already exhausted my supply." The loss of said shipment seemed to bother her immensely.

“...."

“You can't just keep blaming some Superslut. That's not good enough! I don't care how hot her ASS is.”

Superslut! That's Foxy, for sure. Nightwing reasoned in indignation. Wait. Hot ASS? Is she talking about my ASS?

“Don't you tell me about sacrifice! I gave you everything I had left. The money! The gear! All the loyal women I have left! I more than held up my end of the bargain!"

She must be the last lieutenant of Angel’s gang! Nightwing realized. She invited Black Mask into Blüdhaven to screw it over.

"..."

"We got to go for the Minh's. They're the only ones left large enough to put up a real fight."

"..."

"Definitely will. It'll cost all I have left. But Minh will do anything to get them back. Even give us her entire organization to defy her."

She's-she's a goldmine! Nightwing was elated! Presuming from this conversation, this woman must have a precious knowledge of the city's under-workings. She can give her the full, potent load of intel she desperately craves!

And she has one more plot with Foxy. It sounded as big as her tits and happening soon. Considering Foxy's execution, Nightwing needs to stop it.

I just need to get my hands on her! That'll be easy enough. There are only a half dozen of these girls. Dealing with them will be no troublaaAhhhgglk!

She was interrupted by a full facial of splooge. The woman masturbating to the supposed Themysciran princess hit climax. Crying out in joy, she shot a stream over her head. Guided by the lewd whim of fate, it doused Nightwing in the face. The shock made her leave her hiding place and compromise herself.

"Who the fuck is this?" the leader of this hidden enclave cried. The rest of her group rose, and the sexy woman in costume immediately enamored them.

“Damn, look at that dumpy on her. It's huge!”

“Is that a suit, or just paint on that body?”

“Moira, did you hire a prostitute for us? Because if so, thanks! I needed some new pussy to fuck other than all you bitches.”

Now identified as Moira, she stepped up. “No, you dummies, this is the Superslut messing with my plans.” She couldn't resist giving Nightwing a lewd once over. “Damn, I guess I can't blame the Fox. That ASS is fine!”

"Gggmmghgmd!" Nightwing couldn’t retort with her usual quips with all the thick, heady cream on her face and filling her mouth.

The busty former underboss went back to her phone. “Guess who just showed up at my place, wrapped up like a candy bar in that tight costume.”

“…..!!!” Even Nightwing, in her debilitation, could hear the rage. “I don't wanna hear it! After me and the girls have some fun, I’ll deliver her to Black Mask myself. Then after she gives me the city, I'll be YOUR boss” Then, tossing away her phone, she and her horny femmes attack.

Typically these thugettes would be no match, even in a group. But typically, she isn't near blind because of a facial. She could only maintain a fighting retreat, kicking a charging femme through one of the remaining cubicles, a side takedown bringing one down near the defunct elevators, and repelling attacks while backtracking the hallway.

Focusing on defense meant she couldn't wipe the jizz off her face. And she couldn’t guide the direction of her retreat, making her stumble upon this floor's meeting room, which they strangely filled with clothing hanging from improvised lines.

Did they wash their clothes with office sinks to avoid going outside as much as possible? Regardless of the reason, this impromptu drying area gave Nightwing what she needed. She grabbed the first piece of fabric she could get her hands on and wiped her face.

That turned out to be catastrophic. Nightwing’s nose was set aflame with the smell of vigorous lovemaking. These weren't drying out. They were never even washed.

*Sssssnnniiiiiifffff*

“Ooooooooogggghhh~!!" She was assaulted by concentrated musk, even worse than in the office-tuned love hovel.

The goon gals caught up and blocked the exit. "Goddess damn, these still reek! Are you sure we can't risk going to the laundry? This room smells like a brothel."

“Nah, Moira says she doesn't mind, and honestly, I kinda like it too. It makes me wanna pound some ASS. And conveniently, we got a sweet one right here.”

Nightwing could not appreciate her encirclement. After directly rubbing the cloth’s lusty residue on her face, the aroma imposed a waking hallucination.

A femme fucked her girl’s backdoor like a dog, and Nightwing was under both of them as the surface they were using for sex. Their pussies soaked her like faucets, along with semen as the cock pumped out. The femme occasionally bounced her ASS on Nightwing’s face, digging her pussy into her mouth. The one getting railed, her swinging tits rubbed against her pussy. Their lust kept the masked woman trapped beneath them, waiting in anticipation for her turn.

“GAH!” Nightwing managed to wake up and return to the moment. Yet her legs felt like jelly. She couldn't help but stagger into the center of this hot box. Her nose quickly found that all the garments reeked of mind-rotting musk.

*Sssssnnniiiiiiiiffffff*

“Haaaaaaahhh~!” She can't stop herself from taking big whiffs.

*Sssssnnniiiiiiiiffffff*

A purple-gold haze invaded Nightwings insides and fogged her mind.

"Ooohhhhhhhhh! I-I gotta stop." She slurred, yet her nose took another inhalation.

**SSSSNNNNOOOOORRRRRRTTTTT**

"BUT WHY DOES IT SMELL SO GOOOOOOD!"

Her **** gasps for fresh air filled her lungs with the erotic smell. Her **** flailing lined her up with a hanging jockstrap. It filled her mouth with the palette of femme crotch and delved her into another dream.

She was a cheerleader split-squatting before a bench in the gym lockers. She was giving a congratulatory blowjob to a beefy femme jock daddy, tasting her sweaty efforts. The hard fleshy pole throbbed within her throat, ready to provide Nightwing with her reward.

She again dragged herself back to reality, just in time to barely block one of the former Angels. Instinct at least kept her guard up. But her inability to ground herself meant the femme pushed her across the room.

It made her stumbled into an enormous bra at the latter end of the alphabet, covering her face like a mask. The lingering scent of the breast launched her into yet another lewd illusion.

A certain ultra-busty Kryptonian held her in a tender but firm embrace. She guided Nightwing’s head to her globe-sized tit and its thick, leaking nipple. The breast was so big that her face sank into the areola. Boobflesh met the sides of her head until it swallowed her whole.

Once again, she managed to break out and used the bra as an improvised whip against a goon. For a second, she looked at the bra. Thinking again about that woman of her fantasy, this wasn't comparable. No alphabet can contain her Juggs.

That distraction allowed a goon to get a hit in. The punch itself was weak, but Nightwing overreacted and collapsed through all the laundry, making them fall off their hangings. The result was a makeshift bed with Nightwing splayed upon it. Submerging in lust-saturated garments.

The leader finally stepped in. Her big braless tits were bouncing in delight at her fortune. “Superhero, more like a pillow princess. The Fox was yipping all about you, and here you are, laying down for all of us."

"Mfdmdphyh-" Nightwing failed to retort. Still gagged by the jockstrap.

Moira gave an approving nod to her femmes. The pariahs joined the intoxicated crimefighter on the dirty pile, ready to filthy them further.

“This is my first super. Guess that means I've made it as a goon.”

“Yeah, me too. If all of them are stacked like this chick, I've made the right career choice.”

“I still think she’s a prostitute, n’ the boss just wanted some really involved foreplay.”

They fished out their dicks and positioned themselves at which body part they wanted, grasped by her hands, between her tits, pressed on her feet, and squished between her arms and thighs. The one that painted her face white planted her cock across her nose. Moira placed herself between Nightwing's legs, grinding her dick on Nightwing's plump cameltoe.

You think you're some hero coming in to save Blüdhaven? As soon as your kind showed up, everything got crazy. I used to run this city with the Angel, got to tap that heavenly ASS anytime I wanted. Now she’s gone, and I’m trying not to end up as another cum blimp.”

She reached above and found the clasp hiding her costume's zipper. Pulling it down unleashed a mist of her sweat. The vapors of her struggle and arousal made the gang flutter in delight, then fluttered again, looking at her smoking body. The zipper pulled down to her cunt. The opening framed her milky, ultra-fit form, half of each plentiful breast right before the nipple, a core sculpted by a Renaissance master, and a juicy and plump cunt

"Goddess, Damn, I get it now. Guess I should apologize to that Fox. That body of yours will make up for ruining my chance to get that bitch.”

“Mmmm, Oooo!” Nightwing tried to cry. She squirmed at the hot, meaty poles around her.

Is this going to be a constant theme for me? On my back and surrounded by throbbing, leaking femme cocks?

The lust haze kept Nightwing delirious, sapped of strength, and compelled her to tighten on the hard cocks. “Geeedddooooff, Sssstoooop” It wasn’t clear who she was demanding that of, them or her own body.

They're going to violate me! They’re going to make me pleasure their thick, girthy, delicious fucksticks! They’re gonna clap my cheeks! Plap 'em till I'm cross-eyed ~! Pound my needy puss into submission~!!

No, NO! Stop it, body! Stop getting excited! I'm not excited! I-I'm not that slut that I used to beeeee!

You say that like it's a bad thing. A voice in her mind retorted. And you know that's not true~! If it wasn't, how did you end up just like before? Just like with Penguin and her strapping femme studs?

Nightwing couldn't deny it, so the voice continued. That's good! You know how to get out of this.

Nightwing mentally shook her head, unable to do it physically due to the two cocks pressing into the sides of her face. It's just going to result in the same thing, me getting showered in cum.

Oh yaaaaaas, It definitely will gurl! They're gonna beat you with their cocks~! They’ll bury you in all this laundry till just your ASS is sticking out, then use you to empty their balls. By the end of tonight, they’ll **** you into their booty toy~!

Nightwing groaned and failed to deny how much that thought was turning her on.

Either that, or you can take the reins of their dicks and make them into your cum spewing bitches.

Your choice, gurl. Either way, it's gonna be fun for me~!

Before Moira made her first thrust of conquest, Nightwing made her choice.

She strengthened her grip on all of the shafts, except for the boss, in her juicy flesh, Since these girls have been spending their recent days wallowing in constant pleasures against the bird babe's inhuman softness and masterful skill. Some soft roughness will make them cum in a second.

"MmmmmmmmMMMMMAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH~!!" They cried, spewing their loads and hosed each other's faces. An act of slight **** for Nightwing, if not for her getting splattered on her exposed skin.

Their leader was shocked to see her girls quick-shooting and instantly falling ****. And to find her world spinning as Nightwing wrapped her legs around her waist, flipped them both until she was the one straddling.

She looked up into the woman who turned things around instantly. Her shining, beautiful blue eyes. were grimacing but resigned, and brimming behind them was carnal hunger.

Yet Moira was defiant in defeat. “W-well, what are you gonna do?” She felt her pole sinking into expansive, deep buttcheeks and pulsating in anticipation. “Y-you're gonna ride me out, huh? With that ridiculous, soft, huge, sexy ASS!” Her goading started to sound like begging.

Moira then looked towards Nightwings prominently plump lips, amazed to see how they covered so much of her lower face. “Goddess, do you empty half a tube of cyan lipstick to cover those cockpillows? Guess you're a kissyslut as well.”

“Kissyslut? That’s new. I’ll give you that.” Nightwing seethed. “That's all I am? Just a piece of sweet ASS to bang?”

“Well, fine! You want a kissyslut? Then PUCKER UP!”

Nightwing grabbed Moira’s face and shoved their lips together, kissing the former Angel with all her weight.

*CHUU* *CHUU* *SMOOCH* *MWAH*

“Mmmm…." she pushed her tongue into Moira’s mouth and swirled it around.

“Aaaaaaaah~!" She pulled her tongue out into her mouth and slurped it like candy.

"Mmmmm, Oooooh~!! She let Moira suckle on her lower lip.

Nightwing kissed Moira's forehead and then her cheek. Then she moved to lap at her earlobe.

Nightwing slipped a hand under her halter top, tweaking one of her fat nipples. Moira arched her back at the stinging pinch, opening herself for a slap on her ASSCHEEKS. She struggled a little until Nightwing pinched her engorged nipples again.

“Gggggoooooooooohhh~!!”

"Mmmmngngh, Y-Yesss….."

Both moaned in each other's mouths. While Nightwing’s lips annihilated Moira, the heroine discovered they were sensitive to a ridiculous degree. Giving was just as pleasurable as Moira was getting. Every Pwah! was scrambling her brain all over again.

"Youhhhhgh~!" Moira's eyes spun around her head. At least she had less endurance to stand against it.

Nightwing puckered down her neck and collarbone until reaching her prominent tits. There was so much breast to cover. It felt like weeks to smack all that tit flesh with smooches.

*KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS*

*KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS* *KISS*

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH~!!”

That broke Moira several times, especially when Nightwing gave a SUUUUCK to each of her nipples.

Nightwing Moved down to her open waist. “Mmmmmmm, pretty cut girl…” She muttered, “Need to give one for each~.” She pressed her lips on each of Moira’s abs.

*CHMOK* “Ooh~!”

*SCHMATZ* “Ooh~!”

*MUA* “Ooh~!”

*CHUAC* “Ooh~!”

**MWAH** “OOH~!!”

Finally, she reached the end of her journey at Moira's jean-trapped erection. “Oh, Ho~! Look at you!” Nightwing squished her large girls to capture it, feeling it throb against the pressure of her chest.

Nightwing freed it from Moira's pants and looked down at its gushing out of its tip. “Awwww, are you crying cuz you wanna smoochy smooch too~!”

"Guh~! Youz fuggin' lip monster!"

She snapped back at Moira's face with a frown. "Rude! Is that how you ask for some sucky sucky?"

Her mouth reversed into glee. "Because yes! That's exactly how you treat a hot piece of ASS~!" And she drew her Kissyslut suckers down to fulfill their purpose.

But right as her tongue touched the tip, she stopped.

"No."

"No?" Moira whined.

“NO!” Clarity finally returned to Nightwing's eyes. Her conviction stopped her at the last moment, much to the cock’s throbbing distraught. “I almost fell again. I'm not an eager dick **** looking to get filled with jizz. I won't debase myself as a cocksucker."

Instead, Nightwing went lower and delved into a makeout with her pussylips.

"MmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~!!!"

Nightwing kissed her quim with expert precision, nibbling at her sensitive cuntlips, suckling, sucking until they were vacuum sealed with her kissers. She puckered around her inner thigh and pelvis.

"Nnnnnnngh Yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyes~!!” Her nethers became a cascade that the pussy pleaser drank up, then put her tongue in to get every bit of honey out of her pot.

Moira's femme cock writhed in jealousy, but in that agony, the pleasure of denial awoke in it, and it was now gushing like a fountain in torment and delight.

The blue seductress went deeper in her snatch. Farther than it should, all the way to her cervix. It felt like the juicy smoochers were mashing against her cervix, a tongue penetrating her uterus and lapping against every millimeter of its walls. Moira's whole body shook as her entire womb got frenched!

"Please don't stop! Don't ever stoaaaaaaaAAAAHHHH~!!!"

The heavenly oral experience was too much! Moira broke for the final time. She rained jizz on herself, Nightwing, her people, and their debaucherous love bed.

…..

After lapping from Moira all she knew, Nightwing left the gang in their improvised love bed. The former underboss caked in cyan all over her face and body and left her underlings with a thick smack themselves.

Nightwing finally had a clear picture of Blüdhaven's slutty trashy side, the significant players who ravage her willing body. The most lucrative vices she debases herself in. And the logistics that make her debauchery possible.

And how it has quietly transformed from the usurping of Angela Marin. By the new Queenpin that seized the city's leash as its new Mistress.

Most pressingly, she learned the full scope of Moira’s ****. Without the power to do it herself, she made a deal with a she-devil named Roma, giving the city to her and showing the means to take it. She and the crazy beast had one last plan, which was happening tonight.

"Hah~! Hah~! I need to go to the Minh’s, to Avalon Hills." Nightwing gasped, standing again on the rooftop of what turned out to be a hidden outpost. It wasn't out of exhaustion after her battle with the last of the old order. It was the opposite. She was so energetic that she could traverse this entire city and take every criminal cowgirl style. No, take every criminal to the cops.

“Need to stop it.” The blue-striped hero babe was still intoxicated. Not only from the fuck stench she drowned in but for willingly embracing perversion.

“I need… I need to suck Foxy off! No! I mean, stop her!”

It was the last bit of cultivation she needed. The seed I had PB fuck into her. Everything I put her through, all the cum I drenched her in, made it grow so beautiful, made her grow so bootyful.

And with this last bit of fun I have for her, my RiRi will finally be complete.