A Meeting With Black Canary

I tried not to look like I was rushing away from the recently attacked Gotham City Bank building.

A cop car rushed past me towards the bank, lights blaring and sirens screaming.

The pedestrians around me barely spared a glance at the increased GCPD presence at the bank, and I was instantly reminded that I was in Gotham city, crime capital of America.

The dark green sign of the coffee place swung eerily in the evening breeze.

Would Black Canary really be there? It was the loudest thought in my mind as I walked. Almost as loud was the thought that I'd probably just made the biggest mistake of my life. That I'd be handcuffed by the League and shoved into Belle Reve for a life sentence and never see the sun again.

Another part of me was excited. The woman who'd been the subject of so many of my fantasies had fallen under my sway so easily back at the bank. The feeling of having power over someone with her experience and notoriety was intoxicating. My mind swam with images of the gorgeous blonde - a genuine superheroine - bending over in front of me and spreading her juicy bubble butt.

My heart beat a mile a minute with anticipation of what was to come.

I arrived at the from of the Starbucks a minute or so later. No one was out there waiting for me.

Did my commands fail? I wondered. Would Black Canary, Batgirl, and Huntress ambush me to lock me away forever?

I forcibly clamped down on the panic that tried to rise within me.

A pair of footsteps pattered off the cement sidewalk behind me. I turned around and beheld the most gorgeous woman I'd ever seen in person.

The woman looked to be in her late twenties. She had blonde hair and wore a tight business blouse that hugged her massive breasts. The white fabric was taut, probably under significant strain from containing her breasts. A large handbag was hanging from a strap over her shoulder.

She wore a thin black pencil skirt that clung to her wide hips and thick thighs.

A man that passed by stopped to ogle the woman for a few moments before moving on.

She was in civilian attire, but I'd recognize her figure anywhere. She'd followed my commands to the letter and had actually came.

I smiled at her.

Her blue eyes studied me uncertainly. A flicker of recognition passed across her features, but she schooled them quickly.

"I was supposed to meet you here," she said. She frowned and looked around, as if only now recognizing where she was. She took a step back. "Who are you? Why... why was I supposed to meet you?"

My smile grew wider.

She narrowed her eyes at me suspiciously and her stance shifted into something undeniably threatening.

"Listen, punk. You'd better start explaining... why..."

I locked eyes with her, enjoying the way her normally lively blue eyes went blank for me.

"Tell me your name. Your real name," I said.

"Dinah Laurel Lance," she replied tonelessly.

"Nice to meet you, Dinah. I'm Jason," I smiled at her. "Shake my hand. Try to look natural."

She reached her hand out and clasped mine. I stroked her soft, delicate skin, marveling at the sheer beauty of the woman before me.

"Okay, put your hand at your side," I said.

She obeyed. Her blue eyes were unfocused and her face was slack. She looked so ****, a far cry from the fierce woman who had easily bested armed criminals just ten minutes ago, or so. It was a heady feeling, having power over the woman. My cock twitched in my pants.

"I actually go to college nearby and I think I'd like you to follow me there," I said. "While you're following me, you're going to believe that you're so madly in love with me that you'll do anything to make me happy. Nothing will matter to you as much as my happiness. You'll only know that you're completely, totally in love with me and have to follow me and obey any instructions I give you. When I say the words 'We're here', you'll return to normal and have no idea how you ended up in my dorm room. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Dinah said.

I broke eye contact with the gorgeous blonde.

She blinked, and her eyes focused on me as if the rest of the world weren't interesting.

"Hey Jason," Dinah purred. She strutted over to me sexily, swaying her hips as she did so. Her cheeks were flushed as she leaned into me. She licked my earlobe and whispered, "Are we going to go back to your dorm? I sure hope so. There's so many things I want to show you~"

Holy shit.

"Oh god, please take me to your dorm. I'll do anything you want," she promised.

"A-anything?" I stammered nervously.

The blonde smirked at me and pressed her huge tits up against my chest and drew me into a kiss.

Her plush lips were warm and inviting. I responded eagerly, mashing my lips greedily against hers. I reached behind her back and placed my hands on her generous rear, squeezing her ass while we kissed.

She broke the kiss after what felt like an eternity. I was spellbound. I'd had some fun with women before, but this... there was no comparison.

"Anything," Dinah licked her lips. "Mmm... wow, you taste so good."

"O-okay, let's go," I reached my hand out and grasped hers.

The fierce Black Canary giggled like a lovestruck schoolgirl when our hands touched and we started jogging down the street. Yep, she was mine.

We reached my college about twenty minutes later. The sprawling campus loomed in front of me like a medieval castle dominating the land.

It wasn't a unique group of structures as far as Gotham was concerned, however. Much of the city had apparently been structured to look as bleak as possible, as if the builders and architects had lost their entire families to the Bubonic Plague and the city had been a dark tribute to their loss.

The warm feminine hand gripping mine distracted me from my musings.

Dinah Lance looked like she was on cloud nine. I don't think I've ever seen anyone look so visibly happy and content before. It was a great look on her. It accentuated her natural beauty.

Her big tits bounced and jiggled wonderfully as she walked. I reached over with my other hand to poke her right breast through her blouse. She smiled warmly at me and pressed herself into my side.

I almost giggled with excitement.

It was then that I noticed that people on campus were giving me weird looks. I recognized a few of them. They were probably wondering why an older woman like Dinah was holding my hand. I noticed that a few of the tall, hunky jocks who naturally received a lot more attention from women than I could were ogling Dinah like a piece of meet and shooting me jealous glares.

"Don't worry about those other men, Jason," Dinah leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered into my ear. "You're the only one for me. Ollie and the others simply can't compare."

We rounded a pathway and came across my dorm building. The structure itself was very tall for a dorm building; about twenty stories high. An odd feature for something built within a university campus, but that was just one of the city's many odd quirks.

"Ollie. Is he your boyfriend?" I asked, hoping that whoever Dinah happened to share a bed with wasn't a masked vigilante like her.

"Fiancé, actually. We were supposed to get married this summer," Dinah supplied. "None of that will be happening now that I've met you, I reckon."

"You'd dump your fiancé for me?" I asked.

"In a heartbeat," she answered without a hint of hesitation.

"Don't you love him?" I asked.

Dinah shrugged.

"I did. Or... at least I thought I did until I met you in front of that coffee shop. At that point what I felt for Oliver paled in comparison to my love for you. What we had wasn't the kind of love that would motivate me to do anything he wanted whenever he wanted like I would for you. I feel like... god, you could kill everyone on Earth and I'd still love you, which is absolutely messed up, but I don't care," she turned to look at me, her eyes searching me for something. "Do you... do you love me?"

I raised my eyebrows, caught off guard by her question. I opened my mouth to respond, but she interrupted me.

"It's okay if you don't. I love you enough to respect that you might not return my feelings. But I want you to know that I'll be here for you for as long as you'll have me," she smiled at me.

I had to marvel at the sheer power of my ability. Just a few sentences were enough to turn this strong, voluptuous superherione millions of miles out of my league into someone who had a feeling of obsessive love for me.

A swipe of my key fob got us into my dorm building and a short walk up the stairs found us on the second floor of the building, where my room was. I took out my key and unlocked my door, opening it to reveal my humble abode. Two twin beds sat next to each other on the opposite side of the room. A large blue sheet was draped over the two beds.

I'd actually had a roommate when I first showed up at college. A little mesmerism fixed that. Mom and Dad said it was an excellent opportunity for me to make friends and network, but meh. Besides, there are way too many hot girls in college for to justify not clearing out my room so I'd have it all to myself at all times.

Dinah drew a sharp intake of breath when she entered the room.

"Wow, I'm really here," her eyes were wide, as if she couldn't believe I'd deigned to actually bring her home with me. She delicately traced a hand over the sheet of my bed. "Jason, I can't express how much it means to me that you're having me over."

"The pleasure's all mine," I said, closing the door behind me. "So... what do you think we should do now?"

"Whatever you want," the blonde answered. She undid a few of the upper buttons of her blouse, exposing the pale valley of her cleavage to me. She caught me staring at her tits and smiled, promptly unfastening the rest of the buttons and allowing her blouse to drift open. She shrugged it off of herself, tossing it onto my bed.

I bit my lip.

Her stomach was toned, probably from years of vigorous training, exorcise, and combat. Only a thin bra hid her massive breasts from me now.

"I want to see your tits," I blurted out.

Dinah chewed her lip.

"Do you, now?" she whispered huskily. "Well, how could I refuse a request from the man I love?"

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra, allowing it to fall to the floor. Her huge pale breasts spilled into view. I gaped at her, mesmerized by the sight of tits that had garnered the interest of thousands of horny men around the world. Now, they were mine to ogle at my leisure.

"Do you like my boobs, Jason?" Dinah took a few steps closer to me. She moved slowly, putting an extra sway in her hips that caused her naked breasts to jiggle and quake.

"Uh... mhm," was my intelligent reply.

The older woman giggled.

"Good, they're all yours," she stopped right in front of me. "Why don't you feel them?"

"I... I can?" I reached a hand out uncertainly, still unable to grasp how completely under my spell this woman had fallen.

She rolled her eyes at me, but there was still a gooey warmth in her gaze, as if she loved everything about me.

"I distinctly remember you poking my boob with your finger without asking earlier..." she teased.

I shook my head at her.

"Wise ass," I muttered. She merely grinned back at me shamelessly.

Slowly, I settled a hand on her right breast. She was soft and smooth and plaint. Her titflesh yielded easily to my touch as I squeezed and massaged her breast. My other hand soon followed, settling on her other tit.

"Oh," Dinah moaned.

I played with her breasts for a few more minutes, exploring every inch of them. I poked, prodded, and squeezed her mammaries, taking pleasure in her pleasurable reactions. I tweaked her nipples just to see if she'd let me. She cried out in pain, but didn't try to stop me.

I remembered the suggestion I'd given her in front of the Starbucks. I could return her to normal at any moment now. While it'd probably be entertaining to see her reaction to her state of undress, I kind of liked the way she was now. Maybe I should reinforce her devotion to me instead of starting over from scratch.