Epilogue: Ricarda Watches the News

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH~~!!!”

The thoroughly fucked slut emerged from the realm of perversion, howling one last, long moan.

Yet again, the hapless heroine awoke on her Persian, indigo-hued rug, utterly naked and presenting herself for penetration. Yet again, she could not recall precisely how she returned home.

And yet again, her mind was overwhelmed with horror and horniness at what she had done.

“I had sex with that criminal bitch!”

Nightwing finally did the dirty deed with the Foxy False Facer. The big-cocked crook went to town on her oh-so-abundant ASS, gleefully becoming Foxy Baby’s bitch.

Her soiled mind relentlessly recalled every pose she was relentlessly rutted, how the beastly bitchmaker slammed and split her fat cheeks, her warm anal walls lovingly embracing every contour of Foxy’s meat and breaking her mind with bliss. The finale of their drawn-out courtship, which all of the lust-fueled madness was leading to, even if Nightwing never realized it.

“Hhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh~~!!!”

The recollection drove her ridiculously engorged pussy to gush out.

After recovering, Ricarda raised her indecent body off the floor. But she was so disheartened she didn’t have the strength to get on her feet, overwhelmed heavily by her brazen perversion, like how her huge and heavy ASS dropped on Foxy’s crotch.

“All that pontificating. All those high-minded ideals I was spouting. Truth, justice, and the universal way? More like twerking, jerkoffs, and universal ASSFUCKS.”

She was completely drained of her pride as a superheroine. How could she not be when Nightwing’s debauchery was so complete, so undeniable?

Looking over to the side, she saw her costume splayed out. She didn’t remember taking it off or laying it down so conspicuously next to her. But it was drenched in cum. The molasses thick nut batter saturated it inside and outside in fluorescent purple.

Nothing else could say it any better, that and the squelching neediness in Ricarda’s puffed-up ASSHOLE.

She looked behind herself at the astonishing superbooty that expanded wide and far from her body. She could feel it squishing against the small of her back, rising to her head and spreading out on the floor well past her shoulders.

“Goddess! It’s like a fourth of my body!”

Indeed, Ricarda is now truly a living idol for ASS, something she scorned but could never deny

“Well, you got what you wanted,” she huffed at her divine donk. “Getting my ASS wrecked was the only thing I accomplished last night.”

…

“…but I wasn’t the only one.” A flash of realization broke through her despair and arousal.

The Tong! The exquisite Asian MILF and her sinister, slutty daughters! The reason why she went through the sexual mania. Last night’s madness should be making the headlines!

Ricarda picked up her blessedly vulgar body, resettled on her couch, still completely naked, and turned on the TV.

“Hallo, beautiful people of Blüdhaven.”

Sure enough, Ricarda was greeted by the city’s sublime, if derivative, newscaster.

“Zis is Bianka R. Glutentag. Host of your Blüdhaven Bulletin,” She greeted with her gleaming smile.

The Germanic newscaster was in the latest from Diva Fashion, an outfit that was more lace than fabric. Most of the material was concentrated on the sides and drastically reduced to crisscrossing threads barely covering her busty front. Her ample chest and trim core were practically naked, giving her most sensitive charms the barest of modesty.

“Sorry to vake you darlingz vith such un downer. Vat, zis is the latest update un ze kaoz vitch plagued ze Avalon Hillz.”

The large screen changed into video footage of the last night’s carnal carnage.

“Zivil authoritiez have announced ze mass inzident of civil unrest in Avalon Hills haz finally been rezolved, concluzing un night of over several dozen accounts of naughty, naughty girlz ravishing our beloved community.”

Block after block, ASSES were seized by the randy and rampaging hordes of small-time crook-chicks. Innocent women and femmes were stripped, molested, sucked on, or stroked. Groups were **** onto vehicles to perform car-slamming twerkfest. Many were looted, stolen away to become onaholes or dildos for their new girlfriends.

In the camera’s peripheral were scores of criminal chicks bent over surfaces or on the pavement doing what looked like air masturbation. The camera did not bring attention to them, but Ricarda understood that they were inflicting a hardcore buttfuck on invisible and readily receiving ASSES. The Bat trained her to think around the strange cognitive phenomena created by anal sex, allowing Ricarda to see the scale of depravity.

It also made her more hot and bothered than the average viewer.

“Oooooooh, Un apologize for such a…ranchy zizplay.” The reporter shivered in distress while her legs clenched around her well-outlined pussy, a feeling which Ricarda more than emphasized.

“Fortunately, ze chaos was quickly zuppressee by a zwift and dezisiv responze from our Blüdhaven Polize!” Bianka overexuberantly exclaimed, “Our fine offizers quickly brought back law and order vith the professionalism ve all expect!”

The footage changed to show the BPD swarming the district with mass arrests, to which Ricarda rolled her eyes as she watched the ‘peacekeeping.’ Barely-clad boners ground on the arrested ASSES as they were spanked into patrol cars and groped into vans, mouthing how she looked forward to the long, hard night of interrogations.

Even the victims and bystanders were not unmolested. The officer’s consoling was a little too handsy. Too much gliding inside their shirts and pants, pressing close and rubbing crotches together, too insistent in riding them home for their safety.

Of course, the officer and heroine could see through this overcompensation. Redhorn had to make a big show of authority to stamp out this unwanted attention and significant subversion of this corrupt city’s charade.

It’s why the focus was on the in-town, small-time bitches. There was no sight of an arrest or mention of the False Face Society, and the Minh Tong was omitted from any statement. The city’s corrupt mistresses are desperately downplaying one of their own getting fucked so hard. In their Little Macau, the Cantonese syndicate was put on their knees and took it down the throat. They were gulping, gagging, and **** until Nightwing intervened…to guzzle em’ down herself.

“You orchestrated a nice big show, Redhorn.” Nightwing declared, “But you can’t hide how screwed the Mihn got.”

“Despite how I did it…and how much I did it with Foxy-Baby.” She shuttered, “I shut down the Black Mask from taking this city and even helped show these bosses that their stranglehold isn’t absolute.”

Ricarda reached for the remote with hope returning in the beautiful heroine’s eyes. Miss Glutentag’s report reminded her that Nightwing undeniably did good, not just for all the balls she emptied.

“And at least she could put that embarrassing escapade behind m–”

“Hold on, my dahlingz, vere reziving breaking news.”

That stopped her from clicking off the TV.

“Un sure you have all heard the rumorz zat Blüdhaven haz finally gained her un superheroine. Zere has been plenty of reports of a masked vigilante intervening in ze chaoz that has befallen our zity as of late.

“Vell footage has been dizovered of our new heroine un action! Ekcluzively from your Blüdhaven Bulletin!

Someone finally got her on video? Well, it was only a matter of time before someone got Nightwing. She couldn’t afford a stealthy approach with all the chaos last night.

Though surprisingly, the footage was in the interior of the Mihn Ton, at an intersection of the halls.

Inside the Tong? Who did that? It must have been filmed by a Tongwoman or False Facer inside one of the multitude of rooms.

But, wait a second…

If this was the intersection Ricarda thought it was, at that particular confrontation.

Which means….

Oh

Oh, Goddess, no.

As Ricarda feared, Nightwing stopped at the center, and the hordes of False Facers came down to her. But instead of showcasing her triumph against the forces of crime…

It showed that Nightwing was a wanton Twerk-Slut, for Bludhaven and the world to see.

What was displayed wasn’t a ferocious battle performing an exotic show, with her costume looking like body paint rather than a tactical suit. Her abundance revealed itself in the most perverted ways possible.

And Nightwing’s face! Eyes lidded and tongue out like a bitch. She was defining the look of Slut-Brained mindlessness. The only thing she could comprehend was being a bubble-butt bimbo slut.

"Oh Mein Gott! Look at zat ASS!"

And naturally, her ASS was the center of this show, pumping those tons of pound cake. It looked like it was doing everything to pop it off and out. As if her constantly quivering bootycheeks knew they were on camera and had to be the center of the show.

It was colossal! Forget a fourth. It looked like it made half the heroine’s body mass! Her round, raunchy rump was quaking like jello and swinging around like a wrecking ball into the faces and crotches of her ‘opponents.’ Her conical thighs enveloped False Facers, her hallway-filling hips ramming girls like a truck, and the distinct, donut-shaped mound between the copious clappers, thick and plump and begging to be filled.

That had to be a trick of perspective or the camera adding ten, a hundred pounds. Right!?!

“Our professional sources have confirmed this footage was not doktored or fabricated. Those cheeks un van hundred percent authentic!”

Oooooooooh!

The picture perfectly captured the jiggling jamboree that was her deliciously lewd body. Nightwing undulated at her every kick and bound, rippling when it impacted a face or crotch. Despite no audio, meaty *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAP* *CLAPS* rang in every viewer’s head.

And Ricarda felt every viewer’s femme cock getting diamond hard for Nightwings cheeks. A city’s worth of dicks craving to get in between them.

Mercifully that fuck-fight only lasted a few agonizing minutes, ending as she moved deeper into the building towards the Madame’s office. To which Ricarda sighed in relief.

But then she choked on her breath as the footage started back to the beginning! Nightwing’s whorishness will be looped all day and night!

Miss Glutentag was naked in her admiration of the city’s new hero, especially with her eyes squarely on Nightwing’s ASS. It took her a few tries before she turned back to the camera. There was a gleaming hunger in her eyes that made Ricarda shiver. And she knew every other viewer had the same look.

“Un sure you all agree we’re thrilled to have such a delicious treat in our city.” And Bianka, wetting her lips, definitely wanted a taste—the naked lust. Bianka was emanating! It’s as if Miss Vale was fawning over her!

The footage paused at a shot where Nightwing’s ASS took up the entire screen, not from zooming in but from its sheer size.

“Of course, your Blüdhaven Bulletin will be keeping un close eye on our zity’s wonderful new heroine.”

But ever the professional, she shifted her demeanor (mostly) for the following headline.

“In other news, Blüdhaven will be welcoming a sensational new enterprise. After conquering Gotham, our fair city will get its franchise of the Squa….”

Ricarda didn’t let her finish, turning off the TV.

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…..

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Ricarda bawled.

Why?

Whyyyyyyy!?!

Why does THAT have to be the public debut of Nightwing in the city?

The people of Blüdhaven are going to think she’s a cheap whore. The corrupt city she’s trying to clean up will see her as nothing but a jiggling slut.

And the rest of the superhero community! All of them would have seen it too!

Oh, Goddess!!!

Her first outing outside of the Bat and outside of the Titans, and all they’re going to see is that their lil’ Robin has grown up into a skank that wants to fuck criminals rather than fight them.

“What will the League think?” Ricarda quailed at the stalwart pillars of the community, watching this display of her shameless sensuality. “Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh! I can feel the disappointment from Wonder Woman!”

“T-the way I fought. No, you can’t call that fighting. I was dancing, showing off for all those crooks. And I was SHOVING my stuff into them. I was begging them to bring me down to the floor and dick me hard!”

“Is that really how I looked!?”

“Is that how I stopped the Foxy and the False Face Society!?”

“I looked like some stripper!”

“I look like some sexual fantasy!”

“I looked like an ASS!”

“A giant ASS!”

“Like all I am is ASS!”

I…I.

“UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH~~!!!”

The embarrassment, the overwhelmingly titillating shame! It was too much for Ricarda. And she was granted one final explosive orgasm. Cumming herself senseless and feeding her rug more of her slutty juices, which shifted it again in hue, now firmly into the realm of purple.

Ricarda didn’t notice as she was soon to return to unconsciousness, uttering one little whisper.

“I am a Superslut.”

Part 1: Miss Grayson Cums to Bludhaven

End