Huntress' Hell (Part 2)

The next day, Helena was nursing a glass of scotch at her home bar. The former superheroine had little else to do, though that wasn't too much of a change from her usual routine. Having little reason or motivation to venture into the outside world, she spent most of her days secluded in her mansion, either binging what remained of her collection of old world media, drinking her sorrows away, shamefully masturbating to whatever fantasies her horribly perverted mind cooked up, or some combination of the three. Sometimes she spent time in her gym as well, but lately her once rigorous exercise routine had been falling to the wayside, both due to the lack of need to maintain a crime-fighting physique and just general melancholy. The consequences of it showed on her body, which was a little less toned and a bit more plush than it had been three months ago, but Helena couldn't really bring herself to care all that much. In fact she briefly considered letting herself go entirely as one big fuck you to Master and his 'Enhanced' beauty standards, but she guessed that if she tried to do that Master would just order her to get fit again or **** the Enhancement process on her, and she absolutely refused to give that bastard an excuse to take away one of the few things in her life she still had control over.

Then again, maybe giving up control wouldn't be so bad at this point... no, that's just the booze talking. At least I hope it's just the booze talking...

Helena was snapped out of her thoughts by the sound of the doorbell ringing. At first she didn't move from the stool she was sitting on, but when the bell rang twice more she let out a groan and stood up.

"Thought today was supposed to be a national fucking holiday," she grumbled to herself, kicking aside last week's empty bottle as she made her way out of the rec room. Crossing the empty halls, she eventually made her way to the front door and opened it to reveal a tall busty pink-haired woman with red eyes and a runny nose.

"Bonnie?" Helena asked, anger giving way to confusion, "What are you doing here?"

"I-I'm sorry Hella..." the bubblegum bimbo blubbered, "B-But I d-don't know where else t-to go, I... I..."

"Hey, hey, it's okay," Helena said, "Come on inside."

Sniffling, Bonnie made her way into the mansion, Helena doing her best not to spend too long staring at her ass as she passed by. It was hard, given that the only thing the other woman was wearing was a pink thong that matched the color of her hair, but if there was a worse time for her to be perving on another woman Helena couldn't think of it right now.

Once the two made it back to the rec room Helena swept the empty bags of chips off the couch to make the room look a tiny bit more presentable, a futile effort given the other bags, bottles, and magazines littering the floor and coffee table. Sheepishly she muttered, "Sorry for the mess, I wasn't really expecting company. Do you need a drink?"

Bonnie shook her head and sat down, the impact of her butt on the cushion making her exposed tits jiggle in a way that was almost hypnotic...

Dammit Helena, snap out of it! Say something!

"Uh... what's going on?" Helena asked.

Bonnie sniffled again, her bottom lip trembling pathetically as she wailed, "I... I got firrrrreeeeed!"

Helena blinked in shock, "What? How did that happen?"

Once Bonnie managed to collect herself, she began to explain, "W-Well, I was at a p-p-party my boss was, was throwing for the, for the wedding... b-but w-while I was there, s-someone said that they s-saw me give you something yesterday, and m-my boss a-asked me what it w-was, and I t-told her it was s-some cupcakes, only I said 'C-C-CuntCakes' instead, a-a-and when she a-asked w-what that was I t-tried to l-lie, but I'm n-not a good liar, a-and then th-they started saying I h-had a c-crush on you, a-and that I liked f-fingering your t-traitor pussy, a-and my boss said that s-she didn't w-want people to th-think that our st-store was a f-front for anti-Master c-conspiracies and th-that I..."

"Okay, I get the idea," Helena interrupted, "...I'm sorry you lost your job because of me."

"I-It's my own fault," she whimpered, "I kn-know that you don't deserve kindness, but we're all Master's sluts, and even if you did do s-something bad before, I thought that maybe if s-someone was nice to you that m-maybe you'd be willing to submit and..."

"I'm going to stop you right there," Helena said, "I know your heart's in the right place, but that is never going to happen. I will not stop protesting against the Master and his brainwashed slut brigade as long as I live. Even if I'm the only voice of reason left, I refuse to give up."

Bonnie looked at her quietly for several long seconds, then said, "Th-Then I really am j-just a dumb whore then, huh?"

Helena put an arm around the other woman's shoulders, "Don't say that about yourself, Bonnie."

"B-But it's true!" Bonnie cried, "I wanted to make you happy and it didn't work, and now my coworkers hate me and I lost my job! And I can't get a new one because my boss will tell them what happened and they'll hate me too! And if I don't have a job, I can't pay rent, and if I can't pay rent I'm gonna get evicted!"

Helena hugged Bonnie against her, "Hey, it's okay, you're gonna be fine..."

"No I'm not!" Bonnie wailed, pushing her away, "I'm never gonna get a job again and I'll end up homeless on the street, and even worse, I'll be useless to Master!"

Helena frowned, unsure what she could say to the distraught woman. Technically everything she had said was likely to be true: given how much the Huntress was hated, someone who had shown her as much sympathy as Bonnie had was going to become a social pariah. No employer loyal to the Master, which at this point was all of them, would want to touch her with a ten foot pole. And while this new society might have the trappings of a utopia where all social ills were cured, it still had an economy that needed money to function in, so with no job and no money, Bonnie very well could lose everything.

Unless...

"I could give you a job," Helena offered.

Bonnie turned her head to face Helena, "Wh-What? You would?"

"Yeah," Helena said, before gesturing around her pigsty of a rec room, "I haven't really been doing a good job keeping this place clean on my own, and with a house this big I could really use the help. And I don't like cooking nearly as much as you do, so having someone do that for me too would be nice."

"What about your Atlantean ****?" Bonnie asked, "I thought all of Master's inner council had at least one of them."

"I... didn't want one," Helena said, which was only half the truth. The thought of having a busty slavegirl at her beck and call did make her insanely wet, but at the end of the day she still had her morals, and refused to compromise them for her own pleasure by participating in the enslavement of the Atlantean people, even if they were 'willing'.

"Oh," Bonnie said, "No wonder you get so pent up then, all alone in here with no one to fuck your brains out."

"I don't need that," Helena lied, averting her eyes to avoid getting caught staring at Bonnie's breasts, "I just need someone to clean the place and cook stuff for me. I'll even pay you for it."

"So I'll be your maid then?" Bonnie asked, causing Helena to picture her dressed in a skimpy French maid outfit, "A maid of one of the Master's Inner Council... I could do that... but I don't know. It's bad enough that people know I'm friendly to you, but if they find out I'm working for you, that'll just make things worse for me at home."

"Not if your home is here," Helena said, "I get harassed when I'm out in public, but I've learned no one's willing to risk Master's wrath by breaking into a council member's home, even one as unpopular as me. And I happen to have a few spare rooms in this place. Pick one and it's yours."

Bonnie sniffled, then hugged Helena, her huge melons pushing the breath out of the dark-haired girl, "Oh thank you Hella! Thank you thank you thank you! I promise I'll clean up this mansion super-duper well and cook you the best meals ever! Well, not the best ever, Master gets the best of everything, but it'll be the best I can do!"

"That's all I ask," Helena choked out with what little air she had left in her lungs, "Y-You can start now if you want..."

Bonnie let go of her and frowned, "Oh, I can't today. It's Master's wedding and I need to get home in time to watch it in... um, what time is it?"

Helena looked at the clock on the wall, "2:45."

Bonnie scrunched her brow in thought for a few seconds, then gasped, "Oh glorious Master, it's gonna start soon! I'll never make it home in time to see it!" She glanced over at the widescreen TV on the wall, "Hella, um... I know you don't like Master or Zatanna, but, um, can I please watch the wedding here? Please?"

Helena sighed, then picked up the remote and held it out to her, "Yeah, sure, whatever."

Bonnie squealed excitedly and snatched it out of her hand, her woes already completely forgotten as she turned the TV on. There was no need to change the channel, since every single one of them would be broadcasting the wedding live, but Bonnie did so anyway to get to the news, where a topless Lois Lane was standing outside of a massively opulent cathedral.

"...with only fifteen minutes until the ceremony begins, the air here at the Crystal Cathedral is charged with both excitement and lust. And though every slut in the world wants to be here in person, the ceremony itself will be behind closed doors, with only the closest and most loyal of Master's concubines being allowed in his presence. But in his infinite grace, Master is allowing us to film the entire event live, so that everyone around the world can experience it alongside us! It's going to be a lot of fun, isn't it Vicki?"

Lois looked down to the bottom of the frame, and the camera zoomed out enough to show Vicki on her knees, her head hidden under Lois' skirt and bobbing slightly. The other reporter gave an enthusiastic grunt into her co-anchor's pussy in response.

"Ugh, I'm gonna need a drink," Helena groaned, heading back towards the bar.

“...now Mistress Zatanna, are you willing to serve Master dutifully throughout your life, to discard all other rights and devote yourself to Master?”

“I already have.”

“And I will ensure that she enjoys every moment of her service.”

"Fffuck you," Helena slurred, downing another large gulp of Scotch.

"Ssssssh!" Bonnie hissed, her eyes glued to the TV screen.

“Then it is time for you to fuck the bride.” said Aurora stepping aside. Immediately the Master proceeded to rip through Zatanna's catsuit and expose her big tits for literally all of the world to see, before flipping her around, and pulling her suit apart, and pushed his huge dick into her exposed, but magically tight vagina.

"It's so beautiful how much he loves her..." Bonnie said over the sounds of the newlyweds going at it, wiping a tear of joy from her eye, "I wish Master would love me that much."

"He doesn't fucking love 'er," Helena slurred, "If he did, he wouldn't've brainwashed her... she's his *hic* his puppet."

"Aren't we all?" Bonnie asked.

"Not me..." Helena said, taking another swig of her drink before adding, "'cept for not being able to stop 'im, I can do whatever the fuck I want! Includin' this."

Helena reached over and squeezed Bonnie's exposed breast, "Honk."

Bonnie squealed, "Hella!"

"Sorry," she said, though she didn't remove her hand from the other woman's chest, "But your boobs are so big and squishy. Can't help it."

"I didn't know drinking made you this horny," Bonnie said, "Or is it seeing Master fuck that's getting you excited? Not that I can blame you there..."

"I'm always fuckin' horny, Bon," Helena said, sidling up to her, "Fucking bastard made me a nympho slut that's always **** for a fuck... it's so fuckin' hard to maintain self-control when I go out... and these fuckin' tits, Bon... I wanted to do this ever since you walked in here..."

Helena leaned forward and licked Bonnie's breast, before kissing it repeated, "So fuckin' good... fuck I'm horny... and saying fuck a lot... fuck fuck fuck... that's a fun word to say..."

"I'm horny too," Bonnie said, "You wanna fuck?"

"Yeah, yeah hold on," Helena said, sliding off the couch and onto the floor, "Gotta dildo here somewhere... fuck where is it...?"

As Helena drunkenly fumbled on the floor looking for one of her many sex toys, Bonnie saw the dark wet patch on the crotch of Helena's sweats and decided to take matters into her own hands. Getting up, she yanked Helena's sweatpants down over her butt and buried her face into her snatch.

"Bonnie, what're you- OH FUCK!" Helena screamed, feeling a tongue probing around in her intimate area, "Fucking hell! Don't stop, you pussy eating slut!"

Given how pent up and horny Helena was, it wasn't long before she came directly in Bonnie's face. Before she even had a chance to recover, Bonnie grabbed her hair and pulled her head up, "My turn, my turn!"

"You're wha...?" Helena muttered, realizing in a drunken stupor that she was now face to face with Bonnie's shaven slit, "Oh... I, uh..."

"C'mon, Hella!" Bonnie said, "Make me squeal like Zatanna! I want to see if I can match her pitch."

"Fuck, they're still goin' at it?" Helena muttered, glancing over at the TV screen for a brief moment.

"Yeah, and it's making me so wet!" Bonnie said. Helena could both see and smell the truth of that statement right in front of her face. As she hesitated, Bonnie whined, "Come on Hella! I got you off, now you get me off! It's only fair!"

"Fine, fine..." Helena grumbled. Tentatively, she leaned forward and began licking the other girl's pussy. It wasn't an entirely new experience for Helena; since her defeat three months ago she had been **** to eat out a woman or two in order to convince them to get her off. But this was the first time she had done so without being extorted with the promise of sex in the future. Here, she was just a friend helping a friend.

...Fuck, was Bonnie her friend now? She was a slut... a slut with a tasty snatch, sure, but still a slut devoted to a perverted freak with a god complex. And one that was willing to get her off twice now without bullying her for it.

In this fucked up world, I guess that does make us friends. At least when I'm drunk.

With that epiphany dealt with, Helena picked up the pace. She was rather sloppy due to her **** state, not always hitting the part of the vagina she intended to with each lick, but Bonnie was either too horny or too oblivious to care, moaning loudly as her pussy was voraciously eaten out. After a bit, Bonnie got so loud that it was hard for Helena to hear anything else, even the sound of Zatanna getting railed by Master. In fact, Helena couldn't really tell where her moans ended and Bonnie's began anymore.

As she tried her best to figure that out, the pussy in front of her spasmed, and a large amount of juice was squirted into Helena's face, absolutely coating it in the sticky fluid.

"Wow Hella, that was great!" Bonnie said, looking down at her, "I never knew you could eat pussy so well!"

"Me neither," Helena said. She started to stand up, but the room began to spin as she did so, and she collapsed against the couch.

Bonnie ran to her side, "Hella! Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, just drunk," Helena muttered, "And tired... carpet munchin' took a lot outta me... 'specially after how hard I came..."

Helena climbed back onto the couch, kicking off the sweatpants still at her ankles as she did so, then grabbed her glass of Scotch and finished it off before curling up on the couch and closing her eyes, turning away from the screen, "Turn that down, would ya?"

"Okay," Bonnie said, turning down the volume and sitting next to Helena's bare ass. After a few moments of awkward silence she asked, "Want me to finger you while you fall asleep?"

Already starting to feel horny again, and too drunk to care how weird the situation was, Helena muttered "'kay," into the back of the couch.

Without another word, Bonnie reached over and gently started stroking Helena's incredibly wet pussy, eliciting a satisfied moan from the drunk girl. After a few moments, she stuck her other hand down the front of her own thong, watching the marathon fucking on TV and imagining herself in Zatanna's position, getting fucked by her Master in front of the entire world. She knew it'd never happen, especially given that she wasn't a superheroine or anything else special like that, but it was fun to pretend anyway.