The Fall of Green Arrow [pt. II]

Oliver Queen had prided himself on his ability to fight crime despite not possessing any manner of superpowers. He’d often been compared to Batman, and while he detested the man’s view of crime and life in general, he had to admit that often being the second or third name on people’s minds when they thought of ordinary, unpowered heroes was something of an ego-booster to him.

Then he’d met Dinah.

She was beautiful. Blonde and incredibly well-endowed with large natural breasts and a juicy bubble butt that he couldn’t help but picture himself slamming his hips against.

He knew he had to meet her. She’d be dazzled with his wealth and charm and agree to date him right away.

He wrong he’d been.

Instead of being impressed, she’d simply sighed and shaken her head.

“I’m not going to fall for you just because you happen to be rich and good with words,” she’d crossed her arms, and he felt like a student who’d gotten caught sneaking notes by his teacher. “Sorry, you’ll just have to accept that I’m not interested. Have a good night, Oliver.”

His heart had quickened as she said his name, even as she rejected him and tore him down. He didn’t stare after when she’d left, even though he knew that delicious ass would be jiggling and swaying in just the right way.

“Oh God! Yeah, Jason. Fuck me!” her screams jostled him from the comfort of distant memories. He watched in horror as Dinah – the woman he loved – got fucked by the teenager behind her. Jason, his name was. He struggled against his Nth metal bindings, wishing he could wrangle the teen’s neck.

“I wouldn’t bother, Oliver,” Shayera said. Her emerald eyes twinkled malevolently beneath her helm. Was she behind all of this somehow? Had she finally worked up the nerve to switch sides again after they’d kicked her off the Justice League? Had she found some sort of mind control device and used it to influence Helena and Dinah. “There’s nothing you can do to stop what’s happening.”

He looked away from her. He wouldn’t give the alien the satisfaction of seeing his miserable expression.

The only place left to look was at Dinah.

Her blue eyes shimmered with unadulterated lust and joy as Jason slipped in and out of her warmth. Her big tits dangled beneath her, jiggling and sway with every impact of Jason’s hips to her asscheeks. She gasped as he increased his pace.

“Yes, Jason! Harder! Please!” she begged him. Begged!

He clenched his fists.

It was no use.

He **** his eyes shut, retreating into his memories.

The smile Dinah had given him when she’d finally said yes and allowed him to take her out had deepened Oliver’s affection for her.

That was when he’d fallen in love with her.

They’d done nothing truly special by the standards his wealth could afford. A walk through the park. Only the sounds of birds and streams framed the audial backdrop of their discussions. He found out what ice cream she liked. Cookies and cream. He’d almost made a perverted joke about that, but held it in. He bought her some of that ice cream later, amazed at how happy he felt just watching her enjoy it.

She was so much more than her physical beauty. He wanted to know more about her.

He’d spent the next few months dating her. He hadn’t slept with anyone as he normally would. He’d blown off every booty call he’d every arranged over the years. There was just something about Dinah that was better than what he’d experienced before.

The first time he and Dinah made love they’d been slow and tender, exchanging long kisses between longer thrusts.

After, they’d cuddled in his bed. She’d rested her head upon his chest, an indication of her trust in him.

For the first time in his life, Oliver pictured spending the rest of his life with a woman. He wanted that woman to be Dinah. He fantasized about how she’d look in a wedding dress. How her perfect smile would light up the city as she walked down the aisle.

“Oh. Jason, you’re fucking incredible! I’m cumming!” Dinah screamed, shattering the memories he’d taken shelter within.

Dinah, his Dinah, bit her lip, her eyes blue and lustful as she rested her head on her bed. Jason left Dinah’s pussy with an audible “plop.” His stomach coiled. He didn’t think he’d ever heard a more sickening sound.

“Stop it,” he begged. “Dinah, stop it, please.”

The love of his life raised her eyebrows at him, as if she didn’t understand what was wrong with the situation.

“But honey, I’m just mentoring Jason. Just like I agreed. I can’t abandon Jason. He needs me,” she said.

“You’re just being mind-controlled! Snap out of it, Dinah! You’re only doing this because… because Jason got into your head! He’s forcing you to do all of this. Don’t listen to him.”

Dinah frowned at him. She stood up from the bed and approached him. He tried to ignore the semen that dribbled from her freshly fucked pussy onto the floor.

“Ollie, are you jealous of Jason?” she crossed her arms, pushing her magnificent breasts upward.

“No, I-”

“You are! I spent years refusing to mentor any of the younger people in need of guidance, and now that I’ve finally found Jason you’re insinuating that he’s brainwashed me. Stop being so ridiculous!” Dinah yelled.

“I’m not! He-”

“Jason said you’d react this way,” Dinah nodded. “He was right. He said you’d be possessive and say he brainwashed me into having sex with him.”

She continued before he could respond, her eyes shimmering wet with indignation and betrayal. A tear slid down her cheek.

“I defended you, Oliver. I told Jason you would understand that I have to satisfy his needs, and that you’d accept him into our lives like I accepted Roy. But you couldn’t let me have this because you had to have me all to yourself! I’m not someone you can control like all the other women you fooled around with!”

“Dammit Dinah, if you would just list-”

“Shut up,” she interrupted him, wiping the tear off her face. Her lips, which had once so readily smiled for him, trembled. “Just shut up.”

The hated Jason approached Dinah from behind. He wrapped his arms around her chest, right below her breasts.

“Hey now. Dinah, it’s okay. I’m here,” he said in a soothing voice. Oliver screamed, but neither of them seemed to hear him.

“Jason,” Dinah melted into his touch. She hiccupped and started shedding tears more freely. Jason kissed her on the back of her head, whispering sweet nothings into her ear. She laughed sweetly.

“Baby, you were right about Oliver. I’m… I’m so sorry for doubting you,” she turned to face the teen. Oliver was left with the sight of her bubble butt and the cum dripping down her thighs.

Jason smiled at her and brushed an errant blonde lock out of her face. He kissed her. She gave a pleased moan, responding eagerly to the kiss, each and every slurp and meshing of their lips sending tremors of disgust through Oliver’s body. Jealousy and hate stewed in his stomach. He wanted to smash Jason’s head into the floor. He wanted to look away.

He’d never felt so powerless to change what was right in front of him.

Oliver retreated again.

It was night. He’d just taken Dinah to a theater reshowing of her favorite movie: The Princess Bride. They’d watched it together over a dozen times, but nothing quite compared with seeing it in theaters together.

It was on the way back to their car that he stopped.

“Ollie, everything okay?” she turned to face him. Her blue eyes were warm and loving.

He got onto one knee in front of her. He fished the engagement ring he’d gotten her out of his pocket. It was the most expensive gift he’d ever gotten her, but not too expensive. She wouldn’t have liked it.

She clasped her hands in front of her face to hide her shocked expression. Her eyes brimmed with unshed tears.

“Dinah-”

“Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you!” she tackled him in a hug. They ended up sprawled against the pavement of the parking lot, laughing and kissing as baffled onlookers watched.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll take your cock in my ass again!” Dinah giggled excitedly, forgetting his presence. She kissed Jason again, more deeply than before. “God, I… Jason. I know it’s improper for me to say this as your mentor, but I think I have feelings for you.”

The teenager kissed her back. Oliver sagged in his chains.

“It’s okay. I have feelings for you, too, Dinah.”

Dinah licked her lips. Her eyes gazed at Jason with a fondness and vulnerability that had once been reserved for Oliver, and only for Oliver.

Helena, who’d been silent for a while now, approached Dinah and Jason. Her tits and ass, which had attracted Oliver to her, jiggled enticingly. Oliver licked his lips, unable to contain his lust for her even in his chains.

She carried a bottle in her hands.

“Hey you two. I’ve got lube. Want me to get you ready, stud?” she leaned forward towards Jason, showing off her impressive cleavage.

“Yeah. That sounds good,” Jason replied.

Helena grinned. She squirted lube from the bottle onto hand and wrapped it around Jason’s cock. She began to jerk him back to hardness.

“Be sure to use both hands on my master, Helena,” Shayera said. She sat on one of Dinah’s dressers, watching Jason with rapt attention. Her once-malevolent gaze had transformed into one of utter worship for the teen in front of her.

“Yes, boss,” Helena mock-saluted before squirting the ointment onto her other hand.

That confirmed it. Jason had to be one behind all of this.

Oliver took a shuddering breath.

“Dinah, please,” he begged.

The love of his life glared at him.

“I thought I told you I didn’t want to hear another word out of your mouth. Not one word,” she said.

“But-”

“Dinah, slap him.”

“Will do, boss,” Dinah walked over to him. He followed her big tits as they swayed with her every step. She stopped. He looked up at her. She had a wounded, disappointed look in her eyes. “You should learn to listen, Ollie. If you did, I wouldn’t have to do this.”

“Dinah, please! Jason’s brainwashing you. Snap out of it!”

She backhanded him across the face.

Pain exploded across his face. He grunted.

“Ollie, for the millionth time: Jason is not brainwashing me!” she screamed. She slapped him again. “You really think you own me, don’t you? That I’d have to be brainwashed in order to take care of my student who I’ve grown to care so much for. I was so foolish to believe you’d changed.”

She smacked him again.

“Jason’s a much better man than you are. He makes me a better person. Unlike you, who could never satisfy me properly in bed, Jason makes me feel like a woman,” Dinah grinned. Oliver recoiled at the sight of it. “Yes, that’s right. Jason makes me feel loved, and I love being with him. He didn’t have to mind-control me to make me feel that way. So drop this insane, foolish notion that I’m being brainwashed. You’re only embarrassing yourself.”

For the first time since he’d awoken, Oliver doubted himself.

Was she right? Was he just going crazy?

“Dinah, I’m ready. Get that ass over here!” Jason called from the bed. He knelt there on one leg with the other extended to the floor. Helena was still jerking him, and he was fully erect now.

It seemed smaller than it was initially, yet larger in his own mind. The contrast made little sense to him. Maybe he really was going crazy.

“Excellent,” Dinah winked at Oliver and spun on her heels. “I’m coming, babe!”

She strutted over to Jason and kissed him again. The boy reached behind her to grope her juicy bubble butt.

“God, I’ve been waiting for this since that night,” she kissed him again and hobbled onto the bed, presenting her ass the Jason.

“Why don’t we move a little so Oliver can see your ass getting stretched?” Jason said.

The boy glanced over at him. There was a dismissive tint to his gaze, as if Oliver were an unwelcome guest he was **** to provide for through mere obligation.

“That’s a good idea. That way he can see what he’d be getting if he were even half the man you are,” Dinah said. She shifted on the bed, giving Oliver a good look at her ass. She spread her asscheeks.

“Fuck, this is so hot,” Huntress pealed the lower part of her uniform away from her pussy and was actively frigging her pussy.

A flash of movement from Shayera showed that she was doing the same while playing with her tits at the same time.

Jason approached Dinah from behind, keeping slightly to her right side so Oliver could still see his fiancé’s ass.

“You ready, babe?” Jason planted his hands possessively on Dinah’s ass.

“I am. Please fuck me. Fuck my ass,” she begged, her tone laced with hunger. She’d never begged Oliver for sex, much less for him to fuck her ass.

Jason pressed his cock against the ring of Dinah’s anus and pushed.

Dinah moaned and grunted as Jason slowly slid his cock into her rectum.

“Oh God, that feels so good!” Dinah cried. “Yes! Yes! Deeper! Fuck my asshole!”

Jason started to develop a rhythm. Clapping sounds filled the room as his abdomen collided with Dinah’s rear.

Oliver could only watch on in horror. He knew better than to speak up now.