Chapter 15: Nightwing takes on Big Trouble in Little Macau

Avalon Heights is Blüdhaven’s furthest extension southward, built upon the sloped right banks leading to Walon River, one of two legs spread wide to let the ever-gushing waters flow into the Narrows. The swampland presses its wet body behind it, and Route 91 trailed down its back like a sensual finger.

That convenient location allowed the early Havenites to build an inner harbor. Penetrating the virgin lands gained the growing city importance and wealth in colonial transportation and trade.

But make no mistake, Blüdhaven was a trick even in those early days. Walon’s Route became one of the most dubious, where smuggling, banditry, and corrupt taxation made much dishonest wealth.

Yet the current century brought the new fad of globalization, and a little river couldn’t help her stay hip next to New York, Metropolis, or Gotham. So Blüdhaven eagerly overinvested in expanding her City Harbor, heedless of the quagmire of corruption, mismanagement, and incompetence in the project. And heedless of its interior harbor. With the river snake money made obsolescent, the residents abandoned the Heights for newer exploitations in the Central Business District.

That could have been the end for the Heights if not for an influx of PAAG.

….

“I should be beyond exhausted.” The blue-winged heroine exclaimed while leaping and rappelling in the purple-hued sky. “I’ve gone around Blüdhaven’s waist one and a half over!”

Nightwing was amazed at how rapidly she was dashing over the roofs of Caernaervon. It wasn’t too long after her victory against Moira and her remnants in the Baily. The delectable taste of their cum was still fresh on her lips.

“Maybe I’m just eager to end this little thing between Foxy and me, once and for all. Have her finish me off and make me her jizz guzzler.”

That exclamation nearly made her slip off an HVAC unit.

“No! I-I mean, finish her off for good. Yeah, f-finish her off. Ten, twenty times inside me~!”

She didn’t notice that little slip out of her thick, pouty suckers. The effects of the jerk-off party she recently starred in still clouded her mind, despite how she desperately wanted to forget it. Nightwing told herself it wasn’t her fault as she threw her line to an apartment complex. It was the raunchy musk sauna that fried her brain. She wouldn’t stroke gangster girls with every bit of her softness nor paint one blue with her kisses.

Just like with Shumalith.

Just like with Phyllis, those several times.

And just like she did with Foxy in the truck.

She wouldn’t do that.

Despite her refutation, delirious lust still blazed through her body. It fueled her drive forward as much as the adrenaline in her peak performance body. The big heaping of protein she recently received also gave her a lot of energy.

She fearlessly descended from the apartments to a supermarket, using the line to control her fall. “This will be my chance to get them once and for all. I can finally get the False Facers to smash my ASS~!”

That put her timing off but made her jump off the market to the following line of stores. “Wha-!? I didn’t mean to say that!”

“I meant kick their ASSES out of the city! Take them all on at once and get them to cum all over my face~!”

“No! I mean, suck on all of ‘em~!”

“No! Twerk my ASS at the Squat Rack-Damm it!”

Despite her verbal struggle, she soon came across the Paifang that marked the border between Caernaervon and the transformed Avalon Heights.

Outcasts from New York and Gotham’s Chinatowns were **** enough to make an enclave in Blüdhaven. In that search, they found the wasting Heights and adopted it for themselves, christening it with the new name of Little Macau.

Nightwing swung over northeastern architecture superimposed with oriental adornments. Chinese characters superseded English lettering, and neon ignored the setting sun, casting the streets in sleepless fluorescents. The air consumed with cigarettes and stir-fry, the sound of the Sinitic languages.

“Wouldn’t expect this city to have such a nice little slice of the East, even if it’s only here because of the Tong.” Nightwing mused, running on top of a billboard. “I should try to get a beat here or come off the clock. Try out the local spots, do some shopping, find a nice Wang or a long Dong that can love me long time~!”

“Wait! Shit!”

That shocked her enough to make her slip as she was about to jump off the board. But, thank the Goddess, she caught the bottom of the post and mitigated her fall.

But her confidence still fell hard even after she got herself up and going. “Damn it, Nightwing, get your head out of your ASS.”

A challenging prospect, that ASS is too sweet to ever wanna leave.

“But I have to! I can’t keep letting that crazy fox go wild.” She argued with the voice. “I’ve only caught up in the middle of her messes and could only mitigate her damage. So I have to take care of her, for good!”

“And-and I don’t know if I can.” She uttered as uncertainty slowed her down. Only a few blocks away from the left-center of the section.

“I’ve been nothing but a hot mess, falling behind everything that’s going wrong, working blind and by the nose by Moira and Soames, and every time I try to do something right, I end up with a dick between my cheeks.”

Dunno. That doesn’t sound too bad to me~.

“Moira could be sending me into a trap,” She considered, “Send me up against a rival gang and get rid of at least one of us.”

“And if she isn’t, I’m going into the heart of a gang’s territory, right into their castle, into the middle of a siege. I did crazy stuff like this while in the green spandex…”

Thong

“…green thong and yellow cape. But I had The Bat to bail me out when I got too stupid, and the Titans had my back after that. But now I’m alone…just like I wanted.”

*Slap*

The little bird, for whatever reason, suddenly gave herself a smack to her ASS. But it did help to get her out of that funk.

“No!” She declared to herself, “Not now! I don’t know if I’m going to get screwed. But I can’t stop now! People like Foxy and her boss, all these gangster girls, are too used to doing whatever they want at the expense of… the relatively innocent people in this city. I can’t just stand by and keep letting that happen.”

Atta girl! Your too cute to be frowning like that.

With her resolve more or less regained, she traveled the last few buildings to the field of her final battle.

She arrived at a colonial meeting house purchased and refashioned with Orientalism, capped by teal xieshan-style tile roofs, the front faced by earthen-red, pillared balconies for each story, dotted by glazed ceramic mimicking Chinese motifs. It is Little Macau’s unofficial city hall and Mihn Tong’s headquarters.

Despite their trappings, they are unlikely to have a tangible link to the ancient Chinese criminal syndicates. Their Tong women have been living in the states for generations. Regardless, they carved out a solid power base in Blüdhaven’s south, consolidating local businesses and properties, taking over the neglected inner harbor, and restarting the smuggling routes.

A potent organization Black Mask wanted as her bitch.

From the opposite rooftop, Nightwing saw a scene like antiquity. A horde of barbarian-like bitches raiding the streets for ASS. None were False Facers, just small-time bad girls ballsy enough to rub them in the faces of their betters. They had no plan or strategy, just told to go wild, galvanized by false promises in Black Mask’s name, ignorant of being expendable peons against the Tong.

Yet they played their role well against the eastern ladies in the south. Despite being in their home field, they were overwhelmed, put on their backs, and fucked.

With their loss of control, the insatiable marauders went after bystanders.

“Oh no!” Cried an unfortunate woman. “A big, strong, hung femme’s throwing me down to plow me all over town!

“Oh, My!” Wailed another, “Don’t make me use my big, soft tits around your hard, throbbing cock! Stroking it until you bust all over my sexy face!”

“Goddess, YES~!” Yet another screamed, “Take me, TAKE ME~!!!.”

The streets were filled with overtures of Slut-Brain ecstasy. The perversion created

a field that empowered these perverts with unending stamina and insatiable lust. It was so potent Nightwing felt its tendrils wrap around her heart and her juicy body, begging her to join them.

“Poor women!” Nightwing gasped, one hand to her mouth, not realizing her other was squeezing her sizable breast. “They’re getting dicked on till’ dawn. If I don’t do something, they’ll be taken as cumdump bride prizes for these crooks.”

Nightwing shook her head and wiped the drool off her mouth. “Yes, that would be horrible~!”

The bluebird descended to action. Her first encounter was with a bad girl with a femme Tong. The ransacking skank had her oriental catch bent over to rail her behind, with the syndicate slut holding onto a lamp post and hosing its base with her cock.

“Ahh ahh, s‐slow downtown! You’re tearing me up~!”

“What’s that? My dicksleeve wants more? What a greedy girl~!”

Both couldn’t be bothered to notice Nightwing, making it effortless to knock the fucker out. The one getting fucked fell to her knees, spurting cum out of her dick and freshly fucked anal hole.

Next to them on the curb was another pair on the hood of a sedan. Driving this civilian deep into slut-brain, The criminal’s cock pistoned like the engine they were on top of.

"Uh~! Uh~! UHHH~!! Take me home, daddy~!”

“Guuuuh~! Sure, babe, after one or five more loads!”

A quick knock on the head ended that, and her catch also passed out.

After them, there were another two on the bench. But, unlike the rest, this gal was active in the lovemaking, straddling her captor and bouncing on her lap.

“Nhhh... Oooh... Yeahhh… cum for me~!”

“Ooooooohh~! Goddess, are you sure your not a stripper? You’re working my dick so good~!”

Nightwing lifted her by the waist as she pulled out, then hit her criminal partner with a kick.

“So far, so good.” Nightwing surveyed and was happy to see she was still unnoticed. “There are so many criminal chicks throughout the street. It would be a real problem if they came at her at once, especially with the civilians mixed in.”

She placed her rescue on the other side of the bench and looked for another target. “All good for me. The last thing I want is to join all this mad rave.”

Suddenly, the woman she perched down grabbed her wrist.

“What gives?!” said the irritated former fucktoy. The heroine was surprised to see her conscious, unlike the other cock plowed bystanders. “You killjoy! She wasn’t done yet!”

“W-what? Ma’am, I was saving you!” Still caught in surprise, Nightwing didn’t try to release her wrist.

“Saving your sweet ASS! That was some good dick wrecking my womb! And momma wanted some hot batter in her oven.” She paused and gave Nightwing a once over, finally realizing that a total babe was before her.

“Hmmm, you’re pretty hot! You can get me off to make up for it!”

With surprising agility, the woman locked herself around Nightwing’s sexy body and dove her lips into Nightwing’s.

“Mmmmmmmwah~! G-geddoof! We’re in the middle of aoommmmmph~!” Nightwing found herself surprisingly struggling against, and enjoying, the admittedly cute woman doing a deep exploration of her mouth. Both loved the feeling of their kissers against each other, especially the blue bird with her oversized and overly sensitive face pillows.

“Mmmmmoah~! Oh, Goddess, girl! You got better DSL’s than me. I should pull your head down for a different kind of makeout.”

*SQUEEEEEZE*

"Aaaaah~!"

“And this dumpy you got is divine~!” She seized two large handfuls of Nightwing’s ASS and further drained her strength.

Even worse, their energetic moans got the attention of the crowd. Everyone, from the fucked to the ones fucking saw the most luscious piece of sex meat on the block. And all of them wanted a bite.

“Is that ASS for real? That bitch got enough for five.”

Thus, Nightwing placed herself precisely where she didn’t want to be.

You were asking for it, babe~.

She tried to get herself to a better position. “Where are you going? You owe me an orgasm!” But couldn’t shake off the randy woman still demanding satisfaction. It cost that critical second, and the deluge of horny, sweaty, needy ladies flooded the heroine.

*Mwah* Someone gave a sharp, wet smackeroo to her face.

*Squeeze* Two got a heaping of her extra-sized bosom.

*Glomp* With the help of the hands seizing her breast, another housed their head between the near-comparably sized mounds.

*Shick* One guided her fingers into their needy folds.

*Munch* Another was bold enough to get between her thighs and nibble at her costume-covered cunt.

*Stroke*

*Grope*

*Pinch*

*Lick*

*Twap*

*Twap*

*Twap*

*THWAP*

And, of course, they assaulted her beautiful ASSCHEEKS. It was such a massive, jiggling, and irresistible target that there was no way it wouldn’t get inflicted with most of their affection.

The mob, Minh’s women, and even the random bystanders were piling up on her. Nightwing tried to shove them away, but she had to be careful of the civilians who were as eagerly molesting her. She tried to reach for her Escrima stick and use the line, but her desperately grasping hands were seized and put to use on the crowd’s horny bodies. She tried to swim out of the lake of lust, but it did the reverse and submerged her even more.

There were too many! She panicked while sucking on fingers that **** themselves between her suckers. She couldn’t get out without hurting innocent people. They didn’t feel too innocent with how they were tugging her nipples.

They won’t be satisfied until they rip me out of this suit and get inside me with their cocks! So big…so many big cocks~! Bring me down into a heap of sexy flesh~! Make me a quivering, gasping, squealing mess~!

*SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP* *SLAP*

Nightwing got hit with a flurry of ASS TWAPS. Her cheeks were large enough that several hands hit them simultaneously.

Oh, my my! And you keep saying you don’t want this~.

“Nooooooooo,” she moaned, in weak defiance and at the cocks grinding on her body. “I can’t.”

We’ve been over this already, babe. You know what you have to do.

I…

I…

But it was too late.

The mound of depravity put their hands, lips, tits, cocks, pussies, and ASSES on every part of the sexy body they could grasp. Sucking, stroking, licking, fingering, fisting, kissing, caressing, their ministrations broke her into a mindless sex toy for all of them to enjoy.

And Nightwing was thankful that she avoided that fate.

The butt slut managed to escape the pile of women. Unfortunately, she did it by sacrificing the thirsty dame that nearly had her fucked silly. She was insistent on being paid the pleasure owed, so Nightwing opted to put her at the center of the mob. They were so lust-mad they couldn’t tell the change and weren’t too concerned when they realized.

“You can consider my ‘debt’ paid with interest,” Nightwing said to the woman, not that she could see her in the mound of lovemaking flesh. Nor could she hear Nightwing or cognize anything unrelated to the overwhelming pleasure.

“I wish I didn’t use her to save myself, but…” But it sounded like the woman didn’t mind. Her voice was moaning louder than all the others. Despite herself, Nightwing could help but shiver from the concentrated debauchery.

“I’ll leave this pile for the police to…sort out.” Nightwing tried to turn to the building. But her eyes were still on the pit of love.

“With the outside under control, I should…move on…”

Her feet hesitated again. The mass of moaning, delightful sex called to her.

“I-I have to go. Have to…I…have to…”

Rather than the headquarters, she took a step towards the pile.

"I-I…ooooooooh~!"

But before she took another. Her will made her body turn towards the entrance.

“Get it together, girl. You have a job to do, criminals to stop.”

She kept going, even as her head swiveled to take sidelong, longing glances.

"Get it…together…."