Betrayal

Across the carpeted floor, maybe a foot away, Dr. Elena Moreno knelt on her bare knees. Her jet-black hair was still scraped into that severe bun, not a strand out of place, but otherwise she was completely naked. No corset, no thong, no boots. Just skin, olive, flawless, glistening under the string lights with a sheen of sweat. Her massive F-cup tits hung heavy, nipples hard and dark, swaying slightly with every movement. No shame, no hesitation, just perfect, obedient posture.

On either side of her, Marcus and Devon stood pantless, jeans pooled around their ankles. Their cocks, thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum, jutted out obscenely. Elena's hands worked them both with enthusiastic double-handjobs: one fist pumping Marcus in long, twisting strokes, the other stroking Devon with the same rhythm, thumb circling the head on every upstroke.

In front of her, a third figure stood naked except for a green Joker's mask pulled low over his face. The mask had a massive purple question mark painted across the forehead in dripping, cartoonish style, Jaden recognized it instantly. A famous comic book villain, smug and theatrical, always one step ahead. The guy was built lean and wiry, not bulky like Zack, but his cock was average-sized, hard and shiny with spit as Elena bobbed her head forward to take him deep, cheeks hollowing, throat working visibly around him. She gagged softly but didn't pull back, she pushed forward instead, taking more, tears pricking the corners of her eyes.

Jaden blinked, trying to make sense of it. What was happening? But then movement caught his eye.

Zack stepped into view from behind the group, fully clothed in his usual jeans and tshirt, arms crossed casually over his chest. He threw one arm around the masked guy's shoulder like they were old buddies at a bar, grinning down at Jaden with sadistic amusement.

"You know, Jaden," Zack said, voice casual, almost friendly, "I really love slutty superheroines. But if there's something I love more, it's corrupted heroes. This could have been you, but you were too slow to act. Just had to wait until the next day. You could have ran to Mrs. Reed's house and taken her there, but no, you had to run home to Mommy."

He laughed, low, mocking, the sound echoing off the library walls.

Jaden's mouth went dry. Corrupted heroes? What the fuck did that mean?

But as if to clarify, the masked figure, still buried balls-deep in Elena's throat, used one hand to grab her face roughly, fingers digging into her cheeks, shoving his cock deeper. She choked, muffled gurgles escaping around him, but her hands never stopped stroking Marcus and Devon, even as her body jerked forward.

With his other hand, he reached up and yanked the mask off.

Rick Moreno.

Jaden was speechless. His best friend, hair tousled, eyes gleaming with triumph smiled down at him like he'd just won the lottery.

Taking it out, Rick wiped his cock on Elena's cheek casually before pushing it back in. "Hey, bud," he said, voice light, almost cheerful. "Took you long enough to wake up."

Jaden’s voice cracked the silence like a whip.

“What? Rick? How is this even… How could you do that to your own mother? You’re helping these douchebags?”

The words burst out loud, raw, disbelieving. His wrists strained against the ropes, chair creaking under him as he jerked forward uselessly.

Rick tilted his head, eyes narrowing. The easy grin he usually wore for Jaden was gone, replaced by something colder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, man,” Rick said, voice dripping with venom. “I always hated this bitch.”

He punctuated the last three words by yanking his cock free from Elena’s mouth with a wet pop. She whimpered, soft, needy, lips chasing after it like it was the only thing that mattered. Rick slapped her face once, hard, left cheek blooming under the impact of his slick shaft. Then the right cheek. The wet smack echoed. Elena’s head rocked with each hit, but she followed the motion eagerly, tongue darting out, **** to catch him again, to get him back between her lips.

“She never let me do anything fun,” Rick continued, voice low and vicious. “Always wanted to control my life. Grades. Friends. Clothes. Curfew. Everything. But now look at her.”

He finally let go of his cock. Elena lunged forward immediately, mouth open, taking him deep in one greedy swallow. Her cheeks hollowed; a muffled moan vibrated around him as she bobbed, hands still pumping Marcus and Devon in perfect rhythm.

Rick reached down, fingers tangling in her perfect bun, not to guide, just to hold her steady while he spoke.

“I bought this mask using her credit card last night. A thousand dollars. Actual movie prop from some collector site.” He lifted the mask with his free hand, dangling it by one strap like trash. “She wouldn’t buy me a five-dollar comic when I was twelve, but she paid for this crap with a smile on her face while I fucked her ass raw on her office desk.”

He tossed the mask aside. It skidded across the carpet, landing near Jaden’s bound feet.

“I can’t let go of power like that, dude,” Rick said simply. “Not now. Not ever.”

Jaden’s stomach churned. He turned his head toward Zack, voice rising to a shout.

“What is happening, Zack? I thought we had a deal!”

Zack shrugged, arms still crossed, looking almost bored.

“Oh, we did, Hayes. But after you left last night, I asked Miss Smart Principal what she thought you’d do.” He nodded toward Elena, who was still eagerly sucking Rick while stroking the other two boys. “She told me all about your mommy. How close you two are. How you’d probably run straight home to her and spill everything. So I decided to add another player to the game.”

He stepped forward, crouching slightly so he was eye-level with Jaden.

“I made his mommy summon him here. Showed him exactly what I can make her do. Gave him a fob, similar to yours. Whoever uses theirs first wins; the other becomes useless. I programmed it that way. Gave him a target, same as you. Offered him a prize if he got there first.”

Zack straightened, spreading his hands like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“I guess he just wanted it more.”

Jaden’s mouth opened, closed. His brain scrambled.

“Ta-target…” he stammered, voice barely above a whisper. “Who…”