The Fall of Green Arrow [pt. I]

Oliver awoke by slow stages, his mind and body both sluggish in a way he eventually recognized to be something more than mere ****. There had been a tranquilizing effect and as it slowly washed out of his system, he was able to focus enough to make out his surroundings.

He was in the Dinah's bedroom in her Gotham apartment and he was sitting in a chair at the foot of her bed and he was naked. He tried to move and found his wrists securely bound to the chair's arms by smooth metallic rings that had a sheen suspiciously like Nth metal.

What the fuck.

Oliver looked down and found that his legs were bound at the ankles by more of the same rings. He was completely unable to move.

The sounds of sex quickly drew his attention away from his predicament to the bed where he was presented with the naked ass and back of a man. A woman was almost complete obscured behind the guy, but from the few glimpses he was able to make out, the woman was obviously kneeling in front of the man with his hands on her head.

From the motion of his arms, it was very obvious exactly what was going on. The wet sounds served to confirm what the woman was doing, but she stayed hidden behind the man's flexing hips. Other than an occasional fleeting glimpse of shoulder or hand, the identity of both parties was obscured.

Oliver was instinctively aware of two more peoples' presence in the room and he cocked his head taking in the figure of a fully armored Hawkgirl standing at his shoulder, a step behind with her Nth metal mace held loosely in her hands before her thighs. She was staring at him impassively, blank cold eyes behind that elaborate black and gold winged helm.

To his other side was a voluptuous woman with lustrous black hair, the sharp flaring violet domino mask doing the opposite of hiding her identity as she stood there with the rest of her lovely body barely clothed in the version of her costume that was little more than a cape and bikini, her limbs armored and equipped with violet utility pouches while her toned stomach and thick upper thighs were bared.

Huntress or Helena Bertinelli.

Huntress had her hands on her hips and seemed to be enjoying the show. The alien, Hawkgirl was stoic as ever, as if this were completely normal for her.

What the hell? His head and memories were fuzzy, the effects of a hang-over definitely present. He recalled Dinah inviting him over and joking about a threesome with Helena, something he'd brought up often enough to bug his fiance but never something he'd seriously contemplated. Fucking treacherous Hawkgirl had not been present, nor some random guy... where was his Dinah?

A sudden sinking sensation in his stomach, he wasn't willing to confront.

"Good, you're awake." commented Helena suddenly as she moved around to face him, one of her hands landing on his knee and rubbing sensually along his naked thigh.

"Huntress... What- what the hell is going on?" he grunted as he looked around the room, trying to dismiss the fact that the Huntress was practically naked and a couple were having sex on the bed before him.

She giggled, "Oh you don't know what your little sweetheart has been up to lately, do you? She's been enjoying herself quite a bit in your absence."

He stared at her, somewhat dumbfounded at the scene in front of him. His mind refused to process it. Ignoring the familiar flashes of long blonde hair sometimes visible past the mystery man's hips, he found himself saying, "You're just making it up as you go along to see what will get under my skin. It won't work. I know Dinah. Why are you doing this?!"

Helena's plump purple painted lips quirked upwards in a knowing smirk as trailed a finger tip up his inner thigh, "I have no reason to lie. For what purpose? But I'm being a poor hostess. Would you like some refreshments? I know your current accommodations seem harsh but....well, boss's orders don't you know. Though I have to say, I've provided some first-class entertainment."

Oliver did his best to ignore her touch, "Curious idea of hospitality you have... **** me just to save me the trouble of an r.s.v.p?"

"I prefer to think of you as a guest. You will be released soon enough. In the mean
time, try to make the most of your situation. I'm sure you will find this very entertaining, or at least educational."

Oliver refused to bite, keeping his eyes on her, refusing to look at the disturbing tableau taking place on the bed, "I prefer the Discovery Channel. If you wanted to show me an
adult film, you could have at least chosen one that had a worthwhile soundtrack. I'd have to
give this one two thumbs-down."

"Joke if it will make it easier," was his captor's response.

He opened his mouth to make a comment about the only joke being the couple on the bed when he caught a glimpse of something that made the retort die on his lips.

For just the most fleeting of moments, from low down, viewed between the man's bare
calves, there was a split-second flash of the woman's pubic hair. It was blonde and trimmed in a very familiar way. Oliver's first thought was that it was faked, or maybe that he was mistaken.

The woman moaned, and one of her hands reached through, between the naked man's
thighs, fingers widely spread, and the hand pressed against the man's pelvis where it joined
his lower back, pulling him closer to her hidden face.

Oliver thought he recognized the hand.

"Uhnggg! God, but your mouth feels fucking fantastic." It was the first thing the man
had said, but Oliver heaved an **** sigh of relief when he couldn't recognize the
voice.

His relief was very short lived.

There was the sound of a notable pop, and the woman replied, "Thanks, Jason. So sweet. And let me tell you... your great big dick feels fucking amazing in my mouth."

When he heard the voice, Oliver stopped breathing. He could recognize that voice.

Then the woman shifted around until she could push the man back onto the bed, his
feet sticking past the end of the bed and the rest of him laying flat, and Oliver had his first good look at the woman. His world shook on its foundations as Dinah leaned forward over the reclining man, and took his huge shaft in one hand, she kissed its head, and then ran her tongue, as if lovingly, around the underside of it.

As the man's breath hissed in through clenched teeth, Oliver watched the woman he
loved slide her wonderful lips slowly down over the crown of the man's cock. Then,
concentrating orally on the head and the top three inches of his tool, she proceeded to use her hand to jack him into her mouth with a practiced motion. She had plenty of room to stroke the man since he must have been almost ten inches long and correspondingly thick... much bigger than Oliver.

"Dinah?" he whispered unbelievingly. Blood roared in Oliver's ears.

The distinctive popping sound repeated itself and she pulled her mouth off the man's dick long enough to say, "Mmmm hmmm" with his cock head still between her lips.

"Dinah," he repeated, certain now that he was seeing his fiance in a way he'd never seen her before.

"Uh huh?" she said, now stroking the man's dick as she bore down on it with her mouth.

"Wha..." Oliver was at a loss for words. "What are you doing?"

"Giving head." she commented mildly, pausing her mouth's motion to answer him like what she was doing was the most natural thing in the word. After a second she seemed to catch herself and shot him an apologetic look, "Oh! I see, sorry. This is Jason! Sort of a wayward teen I've taken under my wing." She smiled and cocked her head at the huge dick in her hands, tilting it, "And as you can see he's got plenty of potentially criminally-inclined cum that needs to be sucked out! To keep him on the straight and narrow!"

What the hell... she made that perfectly insane statement like it was supposed to make sense, as if sucking off some kid was as unremarkable as giving him a high-five!

"Wha... what?" he asked, "Dinah, what is wrong with you?! And why am I naked and chained to this chair?! Why is Huntress and fucking Hawkgirl here?"

Unperturbed, the naked woman calmly explained, "Well, you're like that because Hawkgirl told me to lure you here and **** you. Helena's here because she's helping me mentor Jason."

"Helping you what?!"

"Jason needed some guidance," she frowned and turned back to her oral ministrations, "and I agreed to help him out."

Here was his fiance, his normal, rule-abiding, elegant and sophisticated fiance, saying such filthy things and slathering some stranger's cock with her saliva. And here was Oliver, naked and tied to a chair, unable to do anything about it. What the hell was going on?

"Dinah?" Oliver struggled at his Nth metal shackles in impotent rage, "What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why the hell would you follow Hawkgirl's orders?! To **** me?!"

She looked puzzled, "Because she's the boss and I respect her."

"You respect her?!" he nearly screamed.

"Sure," she replied as she turned back to her oral ministrations with a sweet smile on her face, "She's a very powerful and respected superhero, and I'm glad to be working for her. So I do whatever she says. Why are you so upset? I love you. You know that."

Oliver stared at her as she went happily back to sucking this Jason guy's stupidly big dick. He willed his emotions down, the sudden realization that his fiance was the victim of mind control starting to override his anger. It was starting to become clear that trying to appeal to her sense of reason was a futile endeavor, and he knew it. The situation was ****, and he would have to rely on his wits to escape this terrible situation.

"So... what, exactly," he tilted his head towards the true threat here, his voice was low and dangerous now, "-is your plan exactly? Your guys' discount Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy plan to destroy the Earth fall through, so what? It's the absolutely cliche mind control plot now?"

Shayera said nothing. Huntress just smirked and leaned in, displaying her very deep cleavage as she rested a hand upon his knee. Looking around, Green Arrow briefly assessed his situation. Nude, completely without any tools or arrows, and shackled to this chair with unbreakable metal, he was powerless at the moment.

Given that he was stuck in a chair facing it, Oliver couldn't but feel his attention return to the action taking place on the bed as his fiance got on all fours. She spun around to present her butt to Jason. He wasted no time in getting behind her and driving himself back into that comforting warmth.

He winced a bit as the young man grabbed a handful of his fiance's long blonde hair, but she made no complaints about this rough treatment. Indeed, she began to moan eagerly, in between talking dirty to them both.

"That's it," she cried out encouragingly, "Pound that pussy! Fuck me ! Ooooh, it's so big! I'm almost there!"

"You like this, don't you?" the guy grunted as he thrust into her, "You like me fucking you with this big dick."

"I love it!" she cried out, "I love your dick! I want to feel it fill me up! Shoot inside! Give me your cum!"

Oliver stared, just captivated by the scene. There was a dull burn of anger, possessiveness, and jealousy. He knew what they were doing. He knew Dinah wasn't in control of her actions. And he hated Sheyera and this young bastard, whether he was a dupe or the true mastermind behind this. But he was also feeling the beginnings of something all the more disturbing and mortifying.

His dick was getting hard.