Narritive Convenience

<!--StartFragment-->I don’t really know how how to explain my powers. I’ve been tested by dozens of the most intelligent people in the world.

I am just an ordinary guy.

Most people just sort of glaze over when I try to explain the finer points of it but the best I can describe it is “Narrative Convenience”.

There is a story happening, all around us. Most people are purely prisoners of it. I on the other hand, can manipulate my part of it.

Not completely, I’m not a god, or even a reality warper. But if I decide to do something the dominoes fall in the perfect position for the best possible outcome for me.

Again, not an all powerful god. If I decide to walk up to superman and slap him in the face he would promptly incapacitate me but an unexpected calamity would befall the city and in all the commotion I’d be able to escape.

Cause im not winning a fist fight with superman, 0% chance of success remains 0.

I think I did pretty good honestly, I was very well behaved until around 30. I don’t really know what happened, maybe the story just called for it, I’m as much a victim of the narrative as anyone else. I just have slightly longer chains.

I realized how extremely useful my ability was for evil and I got everything I could have ever wanted out of it.

Money, connections, bitches. Soo many bitches.

Cameras glitched out, witnesses were inexplicably staring the other way, attempts to fight back would fail in humiliating ways.

But over time you get bored of the more vanilla stuff and you want to see things escalate don’t you?

Its fundamental human nature to chase the dragon. The same high always feels diluted after the first time.

I’ve made a point of keeping myself out of view of the more dangerous side of things, I feel the narrative pulling me towards a change in that.

Selena Kyle was wedged into a tight vent, waiting for the 2 guards to make a slip up and allow her to make her entry.

“Back in 5, going for a smoke” one of them said, making the cat-burglars heart beat with excitement and joy. If she was ever going to get a shot at this damned Jewel it was now.

She hated jobs like this, whispers and rumors more then hard facts. But if this thing was worth a 10th of what they were saying it would be worth 10 times the effort she had put in.

6 Minutes later the panic was creeping back in, the other guard was diligently staring right at the vent opening she was behind and there was no other way into the room without biometrics.

“God damn it Gary, I need to piss like a racehorse, fuck it, im done waiting, you said 5 minutes and you arnt back so your leaving it unguarded not me.” The guards knees were slightly pinched as he rushed from the room leaving it in sudden silence.

Selena moved like oiled lightning. Knowing she had a minute at best to get it and get out she wasn’t as careful as she would normally be. The pressure plate would have been virtually impossible to see from any angle, hardly an inch around and completely obscured by the ostrich egg looking sapphire.

Her only warning was a hardly perceptible click, all her hairs stood on end but before any possible reaction a puff of green gas shot directly into her face and she let out an incoherent mumble before collapsing to the floor.

The 2 guards received their signal to enter and quickly got to work applying heavy restraints.

Her arms were secured behind her back in a 3 belt arm binder, inside of which, her wrists were double zip tied. Her ankles were secured to the back of her thighs with a 3 hook leather strap.

A ball gag held in all 4 of the security guards socks.

The tits and crotch were cut off of her tight body suit, leaving her breasts pussy and ass fully exposed. A few drops and pulls and she was suspended in the air with her fuckholes at the appropriate height.

That’s around when I showed up.

The gas was technically derived from scarecrows fear toxin but instead of overloading the parts of the brain associated with fear, it was lust.

As Catwoman regained consciousness she found herself securely bound, violently horny, and vividly hallucinating her wildest sexual fantasies.

I watched her pussy moisten and then run between the cheeks of her round firm ass.

“You think you’re a hero but in reality your just a stupid, selfish slut. That gem goes on tour all over the world and all the money it makes goes towards helping starving orphans with cancer. You were literally stealing from starving orphans with cancer, how could you justify it?”

Her conscious mind could really process all that but underneath the **** she internalized the shame of what he was saying, she didn’t know where that money had been going but it didn’t matter, she still tried to do it.

“what do you think you deserve after that?” I asked her.

She gyrated her hips like she was trying to fuck an invisible cocks well letting go out lots of little “mmms” and “ohs”.

“I think I deserve to be punished” she said breathily.

My palm slapped against that juicy cunt with a wet squelch. She let out a yowl.

She clearly could take much more of this and neither could I. My pants were dropped to the ground and left behind as I walker between her spread legs.

Not wanting to end this part of the game too quickly I chose to start with that sweet ass, lubed by her sopping wet pussy.

I have no idea if it was just the **** or if she was a natural butt slut but my cock slid in with negative resistance. It felt like every inch was being pulled inside. After only 30 seconds and around a dozen long deep strokes her eyes rolled up and she had her first of many man MANY orgasms over the next 16 hours.

Now I don’t want you to misunderstand me, I love sex, I fucked her 4 times, twice in the ass and twice in that furnace of a cunt. I was tapped out and anything I did to get myself hard again would be way more pain then pleasure.

There was still at least 14 hours left on her Uber slut timer. Part of me found the idea of just leaving her there to suffer in insanity inducing lust appealing but I wanted to scratch at a slightly darker itch.

I said I had contacts, I took out my phone and started making some calls.

After an hour she was just babbling pure nonsense willing and eager for absolutely anyone to use.

My contact in the Jokers had managed to get 100 goons together and they arrived at nearly the same time as 100 of two faces gang.

Seeing each other there was lots of yelling and weapons being pointed.

I stood on a platform and called for order.

“I understand that you gentleman are in the middle of some sort of territory dispute, is that correct?” I asked the assembled mobs.

“These bozos think they are the only ones allowed to sell **** in crime alley, we disagree” said a particularly large muscular clown.

“Been our territory for years, we arnt giving it up without a fight” said a masked man in a burned suit, one of dents lieutenant.

“what if I offered an opportunity to settle it with no **** between you. Behind me, hanging from the beam is an unbelievably horny Catwoman. You have even numbers so it’s a fair match up.

My suggestion is that because it was the Two face gangs territory originally, they be given the choice of which hole they get and to reduce the chance of any unfair play, we judge it by the first group to all cum in their designated hole wins.

If the Jokers win then they get to sell **** freely in crime alley, if the Two face gang wins then the Jokers pull out of crime alley and leave the territory alone”.

There was a long moment of silence before laughing started breaking out around the room.

For just a second I thought they were going to reject it but to my relief belts began popping open.

Two Face gangs picked ass and them and the Jokers formed a long line stretching out on either side of her.

Catwoman was experiencing an insane sexual fever dream that was blending with reality as she was aggressively double penetrated for the first time in her life. She often used sexuality as a weapon but that meant she rarely allowed herself to really enjoy it.

200 men used her roughly and with absolutely no mercy. She had personally wronged most of these guys at some point, either hurting them or stealing something from them and they had been dreaming of the chance to fuck their **** out of her.

She was blind and deaf with pleasure, unable to scream anymore from how raw her vocal cords had become from her body being used as the battlefield for this gang dispute.

In the end the Jokers won the right to sell their **** to the grumbles of the Two face gang.

Both groups couldn’t help but agree this was a preferable alternative to drive bys and gang beatings.

Before they left I told them they could come back and use her to decide other disputes for as long as she was here. Eventually Batman will find her and free her. He never let’s the gangs have anything fun for too long.

Not long after they left, the Penguins 100 men arrived to settle a dispute with black masks **** squad. I didn’t know black mask maintained a dedicated **** squad but they absolutely destroyed Penguins men, more then 50 of them still lined up waiting with the squad was finished.

For the sake of fairness penguins men were allowed to finish.

Black mask and his full crew were awarded full V.I.P status in the iceberg lounge.

There was less then 10 minutes on the timer for the **** to wear off but there were still 3 disputes left to solve.

I looked at the second vial of toxin, what had he said to me about repeated exposure? If you didn’t give them 24 hours after the **** wears off before dosing them again it would cause permanent effects? Something about permanent swelling in the region of the brain dedicated to sex and lust. **** sensitivity increases that can last months and a drop in intelligence?

I’m sure it will be fine I think as I press the button releasing the puff of gas directly into her face as she began to slump more and breath heavier.

Lex sent 200 raptors to face off against 200 of Falcones men with nothing on the line but pride. Both just wanting one up on the other.

I left before the next groups arrived but I had 2 more disputes scheduled. After that it would up to the various gangs to organize their own sessions with her for as long as they could keep her.

The **** would wear off soon but 2 full doses that close to each other would leave her a cum drunk drooling whore for a month minimum. Especially if they keep using her.

My part in this story is over, time to find new prey. Maybe I should give Lex a call, see if he has anything to help take down a Kryptonian