SEL Chapter 4

Stephanie flings a gooparang at the floor in front of the charging goons; it blows and they recoil, startled. Nobody ever expects a gooparang, or even realizes what it is right away. A perfect weapon. Bad guys expect bullets, not gimmicky antics.

The goons are decked out in dark tactical gear with full facemasks and goggles.

Stephanie lands a flying kick to the chest of the nearest one and flips into the air, throwing a second gooparang after Roxy, but it’s too late. She’s out the window, but it’s not over yet. Stephanie’s no flying Grayson, but she can at least try. She lands, rolls, and darts toward the opening only for a big hand to close over her ankle.

She crashes to the ground, rolling over to find that she’s underestimated the goons. They were slowed down, but not halted by the gooparang. They are seriously strong.

Stephanie jerks a grapple gun free and points it at the face of the goon holding her while the other one lumbers forward. She only needs a second of hesitation, and she gets it because gun-shaped objects have that effect on people.

The goon takes Stephanie’s boot full in her masked face. Stephanie leaps to her feet, ready to fight. The other goon’s coming in hot with a huge haymaker. Stephanie has trained on how to fight people of all sizes. She knows exactly what to do; she just has to be nimble and not mess up.

She starts to duck, but the air shimmers and there’s a crackle. A **** like a massive, invisible fist hits her full-on, sending her flying. Glass shatters as she smashes through the transparent wall of a conference room to tumble across the big table and spill to the floor on the other side.

Seeing stars, she grabs the table, her gloved fingers gripping it hard as she lurches to her feet with another gooparang in her hand only to see both goons jump. Stephanie starts to move forward but wobbles. That was a big hit. Even Stephanie knows better than to try high-altitude stuff in this condition. She only needs a minute to get back to baseline, but by then Roxy and the goons will be gone.

“Damn,” she mutters.

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Barbara’s pale body shivers on Ivy’s green bedding. Barbara has to focus on holding on tight to the sheets and trying not to be too noisy while Ivy multitasks with Barbara’s shaft deep in her throat. Her aggressive slurping still isn’t as loud as her squelching fingers rubbing rapid circles between her legs, where juices fly from her fleshy lips.

She comes up for air, watching with satisfaction as Barbara’s back arches and her breasts jiggle.

“Hah!”

That sound drives Ivy crazy. She stops pulling on Barbara’s cock and climbs on top of her to shut her up with a kiss. Ivy rubs herself against Barbara hungrily, then reaches down to make sure the twitching shaft is squeezed between her damp thighs. She moves her hips up and down. Her legs are smooth, warm, and slick, but nowhere near as stimulating as a vagina.

A flushed Barbara looks up at her in frustration, but she’s game.

“You can’t make me cum like this,” she pants.

“Appealing to my vanity?” Ivy replies, equally breathless.

“Power moves? Teasing me?” Barbara challenges, this hisses when Ivy grabs her breast and squeezes. “Ah!” she squeals as Ivy bites her ear.

“You like that?” Ivy feels Barbara’s cock throb.

“Now you’re just bullying a cripple.”

“Discriminatory language,” Ivy says between kisses. Barbara touches her face, and Ivy grabs her hand and pins it to the bed, carrying on with her ragged thigh-fuck.

“Where’s your supervillainy now?”

“Keep talking like that and I won’t let you put it in my ass,” Ivy growls.

Barbara blinks. “Huh? Oh! Jesus!” Her body tenses and she yanks the sheets free of the mattress. Sparkling cum erupts, and Ivy gasps in surprise as she feels so much hot fluid spattering her bare legs and rear end. She moves her hips a few more times, kissing Barbara’s neck.

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Water drips in the cave, and the police band echoes through the vast chambers.

“It didn’t touch me,” Stephanie insists.

“These bruises say otherwise,” Alfred murmurs as he wraps her chest tightly in bandages. “Don’t keep the cool pack on too long.”

“I know. Ow! What was that?”

“Regenerative compound,” Alfred says, setting the needle aside. “From the Justice League. You’re on your own out there, Ms. Stephanie. You need all the help you can get.”

“I could not have known that they had weird tech in their gloves,” Stephanie bursts out, frustrated. “Why don’t you believe me?”

“I believe your perception.”

“Luthor Tech. Kord Tech. Hell, they were breaking into Wayne stuff. It’s probably Wayne Tech.”

“You should speak to Lucius about it in the morning.”

“I will,” Stephanie says huffily. “What is this stuff? I feel weird. Does Babs do this?”

“Yes.” Alfred starts putting his medical stuff away and Stephanie gingerly puts on a shirt.

“What do I do, Alfred?”

“You tell me, Ms. Stephanie.”

She sticks her tongue out and then frowns, thinking hard. “We’ll let Major Crimes make the next move on Hill… I should look into Roxy. But that tech is weird. Maybe weird enough to be a lead.” Alfred nods encouragingly. “Or if I can find out what she was stealing, maybe I can learn what she wants.”

“Seems reasonable.”

That’s high praise from Alfred.

Should Stephanie check up with the company about the flash drive? Or investigate the strange **** that hit her?