Huntress' Hell (Part 1)

A/N: Don't usually do these, but given the story this is in and the situation at hand, I'm making an exception. Just want to make a disclaimer that since I'm not Darkstar239, the canonocity of this part of the story is up in the air. This is just a scenario I thought of while binge-reading the story, and I figured I'd write it out. I'll leave it up to the individual reader whether this is actually what happened to Huntress during the time-skip or not.

Helena Bertinelli walked down the street, doing her best not to ogle every woman she passed. The leader, and now last remaining member, of the Justice League drew plenty of attention from passerby as is, and she didn't want to make it worse by making it known just how aroused all of these enhanced women made her. Helena knew that these feelings were not her fault, having been implanted by the Master, but she still hated herself for having them. And she hated herself even more for failing to stop him.

Three months ago, the Huntress had come the closest anyone ever had to defeating the Master. Alone and stripped of the powers he stole from the male members of the Justice League, their confrontation swung quickly in her favor. She could have ended everything right then and there with one well-placed crossbow bolt, keeping him comatose until she and her remaining allies found a way to break the seal imprisoning the world's men and reverse the global mind-control that enthralled all the women. But after so long of being **** into hiding, of watching friend after friend fall under this psychopath's control, Helena made the same mistake that she had seen plenty of supervillains make in the past: she dragged things out for her own amusement. Rather than go for the finishing shot immediately, she let him run from her, making shots that were just close enough to torment him while taunting him, and telling him exactly what she intended to do to him. That game of cat and mouse ended up giving him enough time to cast a domination spell that stopped Helena in her tracks, and ensured that she would never get another chance to stop him.

After the fight, Helena had been briefly imprisoned by the Amazons of Themiscyra, but after the battle in space was won there was no real need for prisons outside of porn movies, as anyone left who would commit crimes were quickly brainwashed into obedience once captured. Having been given standing orders to never harm or sabotage his Empire again, and thus no longer a threat to his rule, the Master ordered his cabal of sorceresses to render her immune to all non-magical forms of mind control so that she could remain defiant. Then Huntress had been unceremoniously teleported back to the mainland and released, with no further punishment other than the alterations to her mind given to her on the beach.

Since then, Helena spent every morning wondering whether she had died on that beach, or even earlier, and was actually in Hell. It would certainly explain a lot, and arguably Helena had done things in the past to deserve it, but at this point she would actually prefer fire and brimstone to this sickly sweet faux utopia. Everywhere she went, she saw women who looked like porn stars with huge smiles on their faces exalting the man who had enslaved them, and even the media was wholly devoted to glorifying the Master and the changes he had made to the world. Helena shuddered to think that this was what was going to be humanity's legacy... and that she could do nothing to stop it, only able to watch.

The silver lining of her situation was that, while she had absolutely no authority within it, she was technically a member of the Master's Order, and thus she was paid a generous monthly stipend. Combined with her own pre-takeover financial assets being unfrozen upon her release, this meant that she had no need to work for a living, and was free to spend her time however she chose to. Which was good, because Helena couldn't imagine herself working at any of those pornographic jokes this world called 'businesses'... or more accurately, she could imagine it, and hated how wet the thought of being in such a demeaning role made her. Still, she refused to give the Master the satisfaction of giving up. Even if she could no longer oppose him directly, she promised herself to never stop being defiant, if only for the sake of her own sanity.

Helena was so lost in her own thoughts that she very nearly walked right past the grocery store. She realized her mistake just in time however and swerved into the automatic doors, barely avoiding crashing into another woman's colossal ass. Inside the store looked deceptively normal, if you weren't looking at any of the staff or customers. Helena grabbed a shopping cart and averted her eyes from the cashiers who all wore nothing but skimpy aprons two sizes too small for them.

Back when she had been on the run, Helena had been paranoid about what food she ate, as any of it could have been contaminated with mind-altering chemicals that could have brainwashed her. Now that she was immune to such chemicals however, she didn't particularly care about grabbing fruit that had been grown in the Amazon rainforest, or SexCorp brand sparkling water, or even those delicious Tamaranian pastries from the fresh bakery in the back. As she was placing the latter in her cart, a light voice chirped, "Good morning for Master, Hella!"

"Fuck off," she snapped, her usual response to the typical greeting, before sighing and saying, "Sorry Bonnie, just... please don't say that to me."

She turned to face the woman who had spoken to her, one with pink hair and giant tits. She was wearing a chef's hat and a tiny white apron that did noting to prevent her tits from being caked in flour. Helena's mind briefly flashed with a fantasy of her licking that flour off, but she quickly shoved it to the back of her mind.

"Oh... I'm sorry," the woman said with a frown. Bonnie (Helena refused to call her by her enhanced name 'BonBon') was an enhanced woman who worked as a chef in the store's bakery. Helena had chatted with her on-and-off on her trips here, and unlike most of the brainwashed masses Bonnie was at least tolerant of the woman who had nearly killed the Master, mainly because the girl seemed naively ignorant to the possibility of the Master ever dying in the first place. Helena refused to acknowledge anyone whose mind had been compromised as her friend, but if she did Bonnie would be the closest thing she had to one left.

"It's okay, just don't bring him up again," Helena muttered, as she did every time the two met up, "What do you have for me today?"

"Cupcakes!" Bonnie squealed happily.

"Not the ones with the cherry nipples, I hope," Helena said, remembering the breast-themed confections BonBon considered her specialty.

"No nipples at all," Bonnie said, "In fact, since I knew you'd be coming today I made an extra special batch just for you! No sexy stuff at all, just how you like it."

Helena blinked in shock. Usually she had to tell Bonnie multiple times not to add any sexual imagery to her treats, and even that didn't always work. Not sure what else to say, Helena told her, "You didn't have to do that."

"I know, but you look so sad every time I see you," Bonnie explained, "I was hoping it'd be a nice surprise to cheer you up! Although I guess now it's not much of a surprise, since I told you about it and everything."

"That's... that was really thoughtful of you, Bonnie," Helena said, "How much are they?"

"Totally free, silly!" Bonnie said, "I'm not going to make you pay for your surprise! Wait here, I'll go get 'em."

Bonnie turned around and made her way to the back, her bare ass bouncing with every step she took. Helena's eyes locked onto the jiggling mass as it departed, her face growing hotter with lust. Even after it was gone, the arousing image of that deliciously enhanced rear end was seared into her brain.

She was eventually snapped out of her lust-induced trance by a high-pitched mocking voice, "Oh wow, look Cindy! It's the Cuntress!"

"I'm the Huntress, you bitch," Helena growled, though only halfheartedly. Despite her best efforts to combat it, the lewd nickname had quickly spread after her final defeat. Around the time that the 'Cuntress' movie had been announced she had given up any hope that the name would ever go away, but she still objected to people saying it to her face, both out of pride and just plain moral principle.

She planned on calling them out some more, but upon seeing the pair of girls approaching her the words caught in her throat. The two were clearly enhanced, but even then Helena could tell they couldn't be older than nineteen. The two girls were wearing sling bikinis that clung tightly to their skin, resulting in nipples that left visible bumps under the fabric and crotches with prominent camel toes. They had very similar enhancements done to their bodies, to the point that the only difference between the two Helena could see was that one on the left had chestnut hair and a blue slingkini, while the one on the right had blonde hair and a red slingkini. For all she knew, they could have been sisters, but it was hard for Helena to focus on their faces when their bodies were on such blatant display.

"Ohmigod, it is her!" the blonde girl, presumably Cindy, said, "Eew, look at how much she's wearing! Aren't you hot in all those clothes, slut?"

"Don't call me that!" Helena shouted, though in truth she was feeling rather hot. As she rarely left her home anymore she didn't bother much with fashion, so she had thrown on a Gotham University sweatshirt and matching grey sweatpants for what she assumed would be a quick errand. They had been comfortable at the time, but now as her arousal started to spike, the thick fabric was feeling suffocating.

"Why not?" the brunette asked, "After all, we're all Master's sluts, even a miserable prude like you."

"I don't know if I'd call her a prude, Maria," the blonde mused with a wicked smirk, "A prude wouldn't be touching herself while gaping at our bodies so openly."

"I'm not..." Helena started to say, but bit her lip when she felt her fingers hit a particularly sensitive spot in her pussy. Shit, she was touching herself, wasn't she? The fact that it felt so natural she didn't even realize what she was doing until it was pointed out to her both horrified her and aroused her further, soaking the hand currently sticking down her pants.

"You're not what?" Maria asked, slowly walking up to her, "Horny? Wet? **** for a fuck?"

"I'm... I'm not..." Helena repeated, her resolve crumbling as her fingers began to move faster.

The younger girl put her hand on Helena's shoulder, then leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "Do you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, yes, yes," Helena whimpered, before she could even stop herself. It was too much, the heat was too much.

"Then strip, slut," Maria ordered, before stepping back to watch.

As if her clothes were on fire, Helena pulled her sweatshirt up and over her head, tossing it aside with one hand while using her other hand to tear her purple bra off of her chest. She then yanked her sweatpants down to her ankles, shortly followed by her sopping wet panties. Once she kicked them away, her tennis shoes getting lost somewhere in the tangle of fabric, her hand dived back between her legs, and she looked at her tormentor in desperation.

"Socks too," Maria said, and Helena obeyed, using her free hand to quickly tear them off. One she had, the brunette girl continued, "Now on your knees. I want you to beg."

"Fuck you," Helena spat, her last shred of dignity flaring up at the request. But before Maria could even fully turn away her legs gave out and she dropped to her knees, "Please, no, I didn't mean it, please fuck me! I need it, fuck me please!"

She dropped her head further, her sweat covered body now on all fours before the girl's bare feet, "Please, fuck me, you can do whatever you want to me, just fuck me, get me off, please!"

The two other girls stared at the begging woman before them for several moments. Then, almost at once, the two of them began laughing uproariously.

"Hahaha holy shit, is this for real?" Cindy asked her friend, "It hasn't even been five minutes yet and she's already begging for a fuck!"

"Yeah, I can't believe this is the woman who thought she could kill Master," Maria said mockingly, "I mean, just look at her. Have you ever seen something so pathetic?"

"Please, fuck this pathetic slut please," Helena begged. Any fury or shame she might have felt before was being overridden by the white hot lust that was building inside of her.

Maria sneered down at her, "And why would either of us ever want to do that?"

Helena's head snapped up, her view of the two girls obscured by long locks of raven black hair, "But... but you said you'd fuck me if..."

"I didn't say any such thing," Maria said, "Cindy, did you hear me say I would fuck her?"

"No I did not," Cindy replied with a wicked smile of her own, "All you asked is if she wanted to be fucked. You never promised you'd be the one to do it."

Helena's heart sank in her chest, and she whimpered out, "No... please... you have to-"

"We don't have to do anything for you, fucker," Maria snarled, "You tried to kill Master! You almost did kill Master! What woman in the world would ever want to fuck you after that?"

"Oh don't be so harsh Maria," Cindy said in a sarcastic manner, kneeling before the prostrate woman, "She's got a pretty face at least. If nothing else someone would want that between their legs, right?"

"But she's not even enhanced," Maria said, "Even if she was licking my slit I wouldn't be looking at her face. Just a flat pancake ass."

"Hmm... yeah, you're right," Cindy said with a grin, "And check out these tiny little titties..."

She reached forward and cupped one of Helena's breasts, causing the woman to let out a loud moan of arousal.

"They aren't even a C-cup, are they bitch?" Cindy said, "Hell, I bet they're the tiniest titties in the whole goddamn city."

Helena was doing her best to fight back tears. She was so close, so close...

Cindy let go of Helena's breast and stood up, "Ah well. Come on Maria, let's go find some hotter looking sluts to fuck. Seeing Cuntress' pussy so wet is starting to get me off too."

"Or we could just duck into a bathroom and fuck each other," Maria said, putting her arm around her friend's waist.

"Wait! Please don't leave me!" Helena yelled, causing the two girls to look back at her for a brief moment. Then they laughed one final time before walking off and leaving her behind.

Right as Helena began to lose sight of her tormentors, Bonnie came out from the back of the bakery holding a box of cupcakes, "Here they are! Sorry I took so long, they were way in the back and it took me forever to find a good box for them. We've got a bunch of orders for the celebration tomorrow and..."

BonBon trailed off as she saw Helena, naked, sweaty, and leaking pussy juice all over the floor while masturbating shamelessly. In the old world such a sight would be seen as horrifyingly lewd. But in this new, sex-focused world, the display was only slightly over the top. What worried BonBon was that it was the prudish Helena doing it, and rather than doing so happily it looked like she was about to cry.

"Are you okay, Hella?" Bonnie asked, setting the box down on the counter.

Helena looked up at Bonnie, the only person who had been kind to her all week, and couldn't decide whether she wanted to tell her to look away or to keep watching. Not that it mattered, since she was so horny she couldn't even speak, so instead she whimpered pitifully and she started fingering herself faster, her eyes locked on the other woman's massive tits. She didn't even notice the people who were stopping to watch the spectacle she was making of herself, too focused on giving herself some much needed release.

"Oh sweetie..." Bonnie cooed in a motherly tone. She made her way around the counter and to Helena's raised rear end, "Here, let me help you with that. You just relax and- whoa!"

The second Bonnie's fingers made contact with her outer lips, Helena thrust herself backwards, impaling the other woman's fingers deep into herself. Like a wild animal Helena began thrusting against Bonnie's hand, **** to finally feel release from another human being instead of by her own hand. Her whimpers grew louder and louder while Bonnie did everything she could to increase Helena's pleasure and keep her fingers from slipping out of Helena's soaking wet snatch. In what felt to her like way too soon, Helena let out a long, loud moan, and her pussy clamped down hard on Bonnie's fingers as she came harder than she ever had since Question disappeared.

As her arousal died down and her faculties returned to her, Helena started to feel sick. She had lost control and debased herself in front of women who hated her guts in the vain hope one of them would fuck her. By her count this would make it... the third time she did that, in two weeks. But this was the first time they were so young, and the first time Bonnie had seen her like this, which both made it worse and oh so much hotter.

Bonnie helped Helena to her feet and assisted in collecting her clothes off the floor as the small crowd that had gathered to watch the show dispersed. Once Helena was dressed again (sans bra, whose latch had been ripped off in the mad frenzy to get naked), she sniffled and said, "Th-Thanks, Bonnie."

"No problem," Bonnie replied, still frowning, "I don't know why you keep torturing yourself like this, Hella. Why won't you submit to Master and free your inner slut like the rest of us?"

"Please..." Helena whimpered, about to cry, "Not you... not now... don't try to... to..."

"Make you happy?" Bonnie finished, "You can't live like this. You keep telling me that women should be free, that it's a bad thing to be brainwashed, but you're the only girl I know that thinks that, and you're also the saddest girl I know. I don't think that's a coincidence."

"You... you wouldn't say that if... if you were free..." Helena said. Looking at this blissfully ignorant woman, it sunk in that Helena had no idea who Bonnie was before all of this. She didn't even know the girl's real name, much less whether she actually liked baking or if that was installed as part of her programming. The 'real' Bonnie was probably nothing like the pink-haired bimbo in front of her... and thanks to her failure that woman was gone forever.

And with that, the dam broke, and Helena began sobbing into her hands. Almost immediately she felt a pair of arms hold her tight, and a pair of mammoth tits squeeze against her own meager ones.

"Shh...." Bonnie hushed, stroking Helena's hair as she continued to cry, "It's okay... I won't say anything else... except that. Um, and just let it all out. That too. Last thing, I promise."

Helena stayed in Bonnie's arms for a long time, bawling her eyes out. Eventually, she ran out of tears to shed and pulled back, her face caked in tears and flour, and leaving a wet imprint of her own face on Bonnie's tits.

"Feeling better?" Bonnie asked.

Helena nodded. It didn't really fix anything, but finally letting out everything she was feeling at once did make her feel at least somewhat better.

"Good!" Bonnie chirped, "Now, come see your cupcakes! I think you're really going to like them."

Helena followed Bonnie over to the counter where the box of cupcakes sat. Looking down at them through the cellophane window of the lid, Helena's eyes went wide. Inside were twelve medium-sized chocolate cupcakes, each one topped with a layer of black frosting with white frosting stripes draped across them to make little crosses.

"I call them 'CuntCakes'!" Bonnie said proudly, "You know, because you're the... wait, shoot, you don't like that name. Well, 'HuntCakes' can work too, I guess. Not as sexy, but then again 'not sexy' is what you want, so I'm okay calling them that if you like it better. Um, do... do you like them?"

"...I love them," Helena answered. If her tear ducts weren't already all dried out, she would have started crying all over again.

"Oh good!" Bonnie said, "You were all quiet, so I didn't know if you hated them or not. But, uh, you might want to be careful no one sees them on the way out. Some sluts get really mad just looking at that symbol, so they might smash 'em before you even got the chance to eat one, and that'd really suck."

"Yeah, it would," Helena muttered, "You probably didn't enjoy making them much either, I imagine."

"Oh no, really, it wasn't that bad at all," Bonnie said, before lowering her voice to nearly a whisper, "Actually, you used to be my favorite superhero."

Helena looked over to the pink haired woman in shock, "Wh-What...?"

"Before Master took over and we all got enhanced, I mean," Bonnie said, "Now of course my favorite is Zatanna, then Wonder Whore, but back then you were the heroine I liked the most. I remember crying for almost a week when I found out you were kicked out of the Justice League, and I even had this cheap costume I would wear to like, every Halloween party even though I looked nothing like you. I was this close to getting a real crossbow for it, but I was scared that I'd shoot my own eye out. How silly is that?"

Helena laughed, for what seemed like the first time in months, "I couldn't imagine you pointing a crossbow at anyone. No offense."

"It's fine. I got rid of all that stuff anyway after I got enhanced," Bonnie said dismissively, "It just didn't really appeal to me anymore, you know? Good thing too, considering how much people hate you now."

"Yeah, I guess it is," Helena said with a sigh.

"You're not going to tell anyone, are you?" Bonnie asked, a hint of fear creeping across her face, "Even though you're not my favorite anymore, people give me weird looks for being so nice to you. And if my manager found out I used to be a Huntress fan, I could get fired, which would suck. And if Master found out..."

"It's okay Bonnie, I promise I won't tell anyone," Helena reassured her, "But... I'm happy you told me. It meant a lot."

"Happy to make you happy!" Bonnie chirped, "Do you want anything else?"

"No, I think I'm okay for now," Helena said, grabbing the box and turning to her shopping cart... or where her cart should have been, anyway. It didn't take an ace detective to guess that one of the people who had been watching her get finger-fucked either hid or outright stole it to get back at her for her defiance against their beloved Master. With a sigh, she resigned herself to getting another cart and starting her whole shopping trip over again, but not before draping her busted bra over the top of the box to hide its contents.

"I'll see you later Bonnie," she said.

"Bye Hella!" Bonnie said with a smile and a wave, "Have a good day for Master!"

Helena didn't respond verbally, but she gave the baker a small wave before she left. BonBon hummed happily to herself and went back to work on the orders for all the parties. It was an extra special important occasion since everyone was celebrating the Master and Zatanna's wedding tomorrow, and she needed to finish forty more cakes before the end of the day, but BonBon knew that even if the Mistress of Magic never got to see her work, she would do her favorite heroine proud.