Siren Meets the Press

WHAM! With one final kick, Batgirl knocked out the last goon, sending him spiraling to the floor. The gang of crooks had been attempting to rob the Gotham Museum, but Robin had found a clue that tipped him off to their plan. Of course, they stood no chance against Batgirl and Robin.

The week without Batman was drawing to a close, and Batgirl was amazed at how many crimes she and Robin had been able to stop without him.

"After the week we had, people won't be seeing us as just sidekicks anymore!" she thought to herself, as she finished tying together a group of goons.

"Great job, Batgirl," said Robin, offering her a hand to pull her up.

Batgirl smiled at him. "I was just thinking, it's almost a shame Batman's coming back tomorrow, we've been on quite the roll! We've stopped so much crime that I think we might have broken some kind of record!"

Robin smiled back. "Thanks to the Siren," he thought to himself. Little did Batgirl know, Robin had been placed under the spell of the Siren, and the Dynamite Duo's success the past week had largely been due to the Siren's planning. For reasons known only to herself, Siren had used her criminal connections and her mesmerizing voice, to set up multiple crimes for the pair to foil, and given Robin directions to do so. He was also under instruction to get closer to Batgirl, and had been flirting with her all week. Though of course, Robin only had eyes for his mesmerizing mistress; every night he would return to Siren’s lair to pleasure her.

"You know Batgirl, this doesn't have to end. We make a better team than Batman and I ever did. I think our track record this week speaks for itself, we should keep this partnership going" said Robin.

Batgirl felt herself blush. "Robin, are you saying you want to quit being Batman's partner… to be mine?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying, Batgirl. It's time I became my own man, away from Batman. And maybe," he took Batgirl into his arms, "you and I could be more than just partners."

"Oh, Robin, I thought you'd never ask!" said Batgirl. Robin leaned in, and she melted into his kiss, the unspoken attraction finally becoming more. She pulled him closer, enjoying the touch she craved for so long.

***

Meanwhile, across town, John Hall was late. As he waited for his car, he grew more and more impatient. An attractive man in his early fifties, John was one of Gotham’s most influential people, as he was the Editor-In-Chief of the Gotham Gazette.

“Where is that blasted car?” he thought. He was not happy about the prospect of being late, as he was on his way to a media gala, where he would be accepting an award for journalistic integrity. He was proud of the work he’d done for the newspaper, and was happy to be recognized for the high standard he held for himself and his employees.

Finally, his car pulled up to the curb, an expensive looking black limousine. Relieved, John entered the car.

“I thought you were never going to…” he started to say as he sat down, before noticing that the vehicle was already occupied by three women; two blondes and a brunette.

“Oh - I’m sorry, I must have the wrong car,” said John, his face slightly flushed.

“Not at all, Mr. Hall,” said the brunette, in an English accent. “We’re here to keep you company on your trip to the gala.”

John looked closer at the women. They were all absolutely gorgeous, each with a salacious looking smile on their lips. The blondes were each wearing a sparkly purple catsuit, and the brunette was wearing an impossibly short silver dress, showing off her spectacular legs. He wasn’t sure who had set this up, but he could tell that the women had something other than just keeping him company on their minds.

“Well, I’m sure you’re all fine company, but I’m afraid it wouldn’t be proper; I’m meeting my wife at the gala you see, what would she think to see me in a limo with three gorgeous young women?”

The two blondes each moved to sit on either side of John, putting their hands on his body. One of them rested her head on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, she’ll never find out. Don’t you want to have some fun with us?” she said sweetly.

"We can be VERY fun," said the other blonde, while rubbing his leg.

John could smell their perfume, and felt excited, despite himself, at their proximity. The thought was tempting - they were incredibly beautiful, but John simply had too much integrity.

“No, I really don’t think it’s a good idea. I’ll call a taxi.” He moved to leave, but the two blondes held him down.

“I really must insist, Mr. Hall,” said the Englishwoman. John was starting to get angry, but had a sudden flash of recognition. He looked in shock at the beautiful brunette in front of him.

“Wait,” he said. “Aren’t you…”

The woman smiled.“Lorelei Circe. Also known as…”

“The Siren!” cried John. He’d ran a story about how she’d been taken down by Robin and Batgirl last time she was in Gotham. Reports said that she could control men with just her voice!

He started to struggle, he needed to get out of this car!

“Oh, it seems my fame precedes me!” said the Siren. “Hold him, girls.”

The car started to move. Harmony and Melody gripped John tightly, and the Siren unleashed her mesmerizing note. At first, John found it excruciating, the sound was like ****. But after a few seconds, his free will slipped away, replaced by the pleasure of obeying the Siren.

“Now Mr. Hall, you are under my spell.” said the Siren.

A wide grin formed on John’s face as he stared at the dazzling diva. “How may I serve you, mistress?”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing much you can do for me now, my dear,” said the Siren. “You must go about business as usual, no one must suspect that you are under my control. However, you must be ready to do my bidding whenever I call, I will soon have use of your newspaper. You see, there are some truths that need to be printed about our dear caped crusader, Batman.”

“Yes, of course. I’ll print whatever you want!”

“Good boy,” cooed the Siren. “Now, soon we’ll arrive at the gala, and we’ll take our leave.”

A look of panic crossed John’s face. “No, please don’t go, Siren, I just want to serve you. I’ll do anything!”

The Siren smiled. Men were so eager to please, once they’d heard her song. There was a bit of time before they arrived, maybe she could have some fun with him.

“Oh Mr. Hall, you would like to serve me, wouldn’t you? How would you like to fuck me, right here in this limo?”

“YESS SIREN!” moaned John, as he moved towards her, ready to ravish his mistress.

“Stop,” Siren commanded. “What about your wife? As you said, it wouldn’t be proper at all for a married man to engage in such activities.” The Siren grinned as she toyed with her new servant. Melody and Harmony giggled at their bosses’ domination of the formerly powerful man.

“My.. wife… she means nothing to me now, I exist only to serve you!” John said.

"Of course you do," the Siren cooed, as she pulled him into a passionate kiss. She reached down and rubbed his dick through his pants.

"Oh my, Mr. Hall, we can't have you attending a gala while standing at full attention, can we? Take out your cock," ordered the Siren.

John obeyed without hesitation, and undid his pants, revealing his throbbing erection. Siren ran one finger up and down his shaft, causing John to moan with pleasure.

"Very impressive, I might have to play with you some other time. But for now…"

She placed her hands behind her back.

"Watch this, girls," she said to Melody and Harmony, before looking into John's eyes.

"Cum," she commanded, and John immediately orgasmed at her word, moaning loudly as his load shot across the limo.

"Wow boss," said Melody. "No hands!"

"He'll obey any command," said the Siren, stroking John's cheek. "And with him under my control, I now not only control Robin and the police, but the press too. Soon, the entire world will know the truth about Batman!"