Epilogue: Batbreeder III: Night of the Huntress

The call had come in from Batgirl and Batwoman, and the Huntress answered.

Helena Bertinelli leaned pulled down the kickstand and parked her bike next to Batgirl's in the alley. The alley was deserted, but Batgirl had placed a camouflage cover over her bike anyway, and Huntress drew it over to cover her bike as well.

Purple and blue were the colors of the Huntress, on a body that could have been that of a model or an Olympic athlete. Black hair hung past her neck to merge with her cape, and the hand-crossbow that was her trademark weapon was secured at her side. She looked up and around at the buildings, but it was well past midnight and there were no stores in this part of town to drive foot traffic. The streets of Gotham were strangely empty...

Instead of going in right away, she circled the building: a nondescript warehouse, no longer in use. She memorized the exits and entrances, and went in the back door of the loading dock...gave herself a little time for her eyes to adjust...and then Batwoman stepped from the shadows behind her.

"Follow me," the woman said, and Huntress turned just in time to see the swish of her cape, the bounce of her red wig...and followed her fellow heroine downstairs.

"Sixteen weeks ago, Lois Lane, a reporter for the Daily Planet, was tracing some women that had disappeared. They had last been seen in a club in Metropolis. It turns out that the club was just a front for something else."

"Human trafficking?" Helena said as they stepped through dull corridors, and then down a flight of stairs. "****?"

"That's what we wanted to find out. Except when Batgirl looked into it, she found something she couldn't expect...or handle on her own. That's why she's called me. That's why we called you. It turns out that while this business started in Metropolis, it's moved to Gotham."

Intrigued, Helena asked. "Why?"

They arrived at a room. Batwoman didn't bother to knock, simply opened the door...and Huntress frowned and blinked as she stepped into an amazingly clean room of white tile and bright lights. It looked like an entire field hospital, complete with a standing shower, tables, a surgical suite, and what looked like an ultrasound, glass-fronted cabinets of **** and supplies...Batgirl was seated before a computer, typing away. Strapped into a dentist's chair was a woman in a medical gown, a ball gag in her mouth. IV bags loaded with some almost neon-pink liquid were mounted on nearby poles, the clear lines disappeared under the paper smock.

"It's more convenient, really," Batwoman said as she closed the door and locked it.

"What...what is this?" Huntress said. "Who is she?"

"This is Lois Lane," Batgirl said. She swiveled on the chair to face Helena...and her cape fell open to show her stomach. Huntress' eyes went wide as she saw the small but unmistakable bulge in the front of Barbara Gordon's suit.

"You're..." Helena said.

"Three months," Batgirl said. "Triplets."

"Who..." Huntress asked. The lights overhead flickered.

"Not Batman," Batgirl said dryly. "The operation in Metropolis was a trap. The people behind it were using hypnosis and **** to try and turn women into willing breeders. To deliberately get pregnant. I believe the initial idea was to cause a localized baby boom. But something went wrong."

"What?" Huntress shook her head, suddenly dizzy. The lights overhead came back on and they were solid pink. A strange chemical taste hit the back of her throat.

"It worked," Batwoman said as the needle jabbed into Huntress' exposed neck.

Instinctively, Huntress struck out, but Batwoman dodged. Batgirl stood up, and there was a gas mask around the lower side of her face. She peeled away the paper smock to reveal Lois Lane's naked body...and the cock that stuck up from her legs. Huntress coughed, tried to focus...but Batwoman's boot caught her midsection and the heroine went down. Her fingers fumbled for her belt, for the gas mask there...a tool, a weapon, anything...

But she found herself crouched directly above a vent. A plume of pink chemical fog struck Helena directly in the face. She hacked and retched, but it enveloped her...and everything got...hazy...

Dimly, she was aware of Batwoman and Batgirl grabbing her arms and forcing her to stare at Lois Lane. The reporter was blindfolded as well as gagged, and her cock stood up, hard and erect...and the pink lines of the IV were plugged into the veins of her grotesquely swollen testes, each the size of a grapefruit, the vivid veins that stood out from the surface almost glowed pink.

Helena could feel an unfamiliar heat in her body, her stomach, her loins...and the two women, her friends, kept talking...about how they had both gotten pregnant, and how they had taken apart the trap, and decided to repurpose it. The world still needed heroes...a new generation of Batmen and Batwomen...one big happy Bat-family...

...and Huntress almost felt like it was someone else who undid her utility belt, dropped her weapons and cape on the floor, and peeled her costume down to her knees. Except she could feel her own hands do this thing, her own heart pound in her chest. Her friends stood back as the Huntress closed in on her prey...backed up and rubbed her ass against that hard cock. Lois Lane twitched beneath her, and one gloved hand slid down to caress the big balls...and beneath and behind those, the reporter's slit, wet and neglected. The Huntress grinned. She knew how it felt.

Helena lifted her ass and guided the tip of Lois Lane's cock to her own pussy. She sank down and maybe it was the ****, but she was so sensitive, so hot and wet that she moaned like a whore as she sank down into the dickgirl's lap.

"This...this is so wrong," Helena said as Batwoman wheeled a spinning pink disc into place before her. The pink light at the center flashed and whirled. It was strangely easy to look at...

"Not at all," Batgirl said from behind the chair. The pregnant heroine leaned forward and peeled down the top of Huntress' costume to free her breasts. "This is all for the greater good."

Batwoman and Batgirl flanked the Huntress as she rode Lois Lane's dick. Hot mouths closed on the nipples of their fellow heroine. Huntress drooled as she stared at the spinning, flashing light. Words seemed to pound into her head...and beneath her, the dickgirl's hips began to jump, the balls tightened and relaxed...and the first hot load burst deep inside of the Huntress.

The first of many. The Batwomen had a month to perfect their process before inducting any of their fellow heroines into the family. The dickgirl reporter's augmented cum-factories could generate enough jizz to cum over and over again all night.

Batwoman smiled as she reached down to rub Helena's clit as Lois pumped away.

"Welcome to the family."