The Huntress Becomes the Hunted

Helena Bertinelli smiled as she checked her naked body out in the mirror. She marveled at her own perfect white breasts that jiggled in time with her every movement. Her dark pink nipples hardened as a slight chill entered her apartment.

“Hmph. Fuckers at the Iceberg Club’ll be too busy staring at these to wonder why I’m asking them about their little operations at the docks. I wonder if Oswald’ll be particularly talkative today,” she mused.

The woman who moonlighted as the Huntress smirked, and she couldn’t help but fantasize about the sight of Gotham’s criminal elite dead, her crossbow bolts protruding from their chests. She would never do such a thing in reality, her desire to maintain her friendships with softies like Dinah Lance more important to her than seeing true justice done. In truth, she envied the naiveté of her friends. Their innocence. They hadn’t suffered like she had at the hands of her own family, but for as long they kept her among them, they would stay that way. In the end, that was enough for her.

“Ah, the sacrifices I make for those-” the gentle chime of her cellphone interrupted her. She turned and walked to her bedside table, her creamy bubble butt jiggling. “Hm, speak of the devil,” she accepted the call. “Hi, Bitch. Feeling better?”

She heard a feminine chuckle on the other line and couldn’t help but smile. For all that she had a stick up her ass, Dinah had learned to appreciate her crassness.

“Hi Helena. I’m feeling much better, actually. That’s kind of why I’m calling you. I… may have finally found a kid to mentor and I kind of need your advice,” Dinah said over the line. Helena couldn’t help but hear the smile in the gorgeous blonde’s voice.

Oliver is a lucky guy.

Helena quirked an immaculate black eyebrow. “No shit, really? Heh. Must be some kid if they’re able to cheer you up like that. I don’t know how much help I can be since looking after brats really isn’t my thing.”

“Yeah, Jason’s great! It really makes me want to be the kind of mentor he needs. And yeah, I know you’re not really a big believer in taking a newbie under your wing, but Jason’s had trouble with the law before and I was thinking…”

“That someone with my background would be a big help. Yeah, I get it,” Helena said, glad to have the pieces fall into place so easily.

Normally I’d tell her no, but Dinah sounds so ecstatic about training this guy. It wouldn’t hurt to go see what’s what. Besides, if this Jason has a criminal record, he might be dangerous.

“So will you help?” Dinah asked eagerly.

Helena sighed. “Alright, I guess so. But there’d better be food and booze.”

“Helena, Jason’s under twenty-one!” Dinah said.

The black-haired woman smirked. “Well, that’s the price of my help. Food and booze or no deal.”

“You’re impossible!” Dinah replied. “Fine, I’ll see what I can do. I want you at the Clocktower by four. You’d better not be late.”

The Clocktower? Strange that Dinah’s already brought her student there without asking me or Babs, but it’s not as if there are a lot of spots in Gotham where masked capes can meet in private.

“Yeah, whatever,” Helena hung up on her friend. She tossed the phone on her bed and opened her closet. Several copies of her purple huntress costume hung neatly next to each other.

She sighed.

A friend in need is a pest.

The automatic doors opened. Helena blinked. The room ahead was expansive. The walls were dark and dreary, befitting the city in which they had been built. The Gotham Clocktower had a commanding view of the city. Its central location along with the vista it offered made it an appealing location for the Birds of Prey to set up their base. The main room was filled with computers hooked up to monitors scattered throughout the room. The setup wasn’t nearly as technologically advanced as the Watchtower, but that appealed to Helena’s more Earthly sensibilities. It made the place seem simpler, yet more alive somehow. Barbara’s near constant presence on the monitoring equipment when she wasn’t out as Batgirl might have had something to do with that.

The Justice League’s Watchtower had never truly felt like home, separate as it was from the entirety of humanity. From the people it was created to protect.

She hummed, dismissing the thought.

“Huntress, you’re here. I was beginning to think you wouldn’t make it on time,” Dinah Lance, clad in her tight Black Canary costume, stepped into view. Her large breasts jiggled within the confines of her suit and Helena had to fight the urge to lick her lips. “I’d like you to meet Jason. He’s agreed to let me help him turn his wayward life around. Say hi to Huntress, Jason. She’s going to be helping me mentor you today.”

“Hi there,” A young man, eighteen or nineteen years old, stood next to Dinah. He was unmasked, but didn’t seem nervous to be around two women who could very easily beat the shit out of him. If anything, he seemed a little too comfortable. He smirked at her and let his eyes rove over her form.

Pig, not that I can necessarily blame him. But that begs the question of why Dinah would pick him the first place. I thought she hated perverts. He also looks kind of familiar. Where have I seen him before?

So distracted by her musings, she didn’t notice the blank look that slipped over Black Canary’s face until the blonde had moved behind her, grabbing her arms and pinning her in place. Jason stood directly in front of her, grinning from ear to ear.

“I can’t believe how easy this was,” he murmured.

Helena’s instincts screamed at her to push him away, but then his eyes met hers, sealing her fate forever.

Huntress’ eyes were such a pretty shade of blue. Almost violet, like her costume. The muscles in her face and the rest of her body slackened as my ability worked its way into that defenseless brain of hers. She was entirely open to me. Ready to be reshaped however I wanted.

“It looks like Helena was unable to resist your abilities, Master. Just as I predicted,” Black Canary remarked. She knelt next to me in show of utter supplication. “Have I pleased you, my God?”

I smiled. Much as I loved the twisted mentor personality I gave Dinah, I knew her **** personality would probably be more useful for ensnaring Huntress. No risk of any moral scruples coming out that would **** me to alter her mostly intact base personality even further. I wanted to keep that Dinah the way she was for now and let her new compulsions and drives corrupt her over time.

“Yes, you’ve made me very happy. Do you want a reward?”

“Very much so, Master,” Dinah replied.

I pretended to mull it over for a few moments.

“Hm. I guess if you want, you can suck my cock while I brainwash your friend.”

Dinah crawled over to me. She stopped between my legs. I couldn’t look at her without taking my eyes off of Huntress, but I knew she was smiling.

“Thank you so much, Master! I hope Helena joins me in servitude to you soon,” the beautiful woman unzipped my fly. She reached into my pants and pulled out my cock. Within moments, I felt her warm, wet lips wrapped around my cockhead. The blonde moaned happily and began bathing my cock with her hot, talented tongue.

Tremors of pleasure coursed up my spine. Shit, this was awesome. I’d have to make this a regular thing for when I whammied a new person.

“H-hello, Helena. Can you hear me?”

The dark-haired beauty in front of me replied blankly, “Yes.”

My cock pulsed in Dinah’s mouth. Helena Bertinelli was an incredibly skilled and lethal woman, and she was completely under my sway. Utterly **** before me. It was such a delicious feeling, having power over someone who trained every day to fight the worst Gotham had to offer. How many villains had dreamed of being right where I was at this very moment?

“You’re in a trance right now, Helena. Completely under my control.”

“Under your control,” she muttered.

“You won’t remember Dinah acting strange at all today. Everything she and I did was absolutely normal. Isn’t that right, Helena?”

“Normal…” she mumbled.

Dinah took my cock to the edge of her throat. She gagged slightly.

“You agreed to help Dinah mentor me to the best of your abilities.”

She stared at me.

“I’m a guy with special needs, Helena. In order to mentor me, you need to make yourself available to have sex with me anytime and anyway I want. Sex is the only way you’re capable of making sure I give up on my degenerate criminal ways,” I said.

“The only way…” Helena licked her lips. Fuck.

“Will you help Dinah mentor me, Helena?”

“Yes…” she hissed.

I rested a hand on Dinah’s head. She stopped moving immediately, allowing me to control her pace utterly. She slurped and gagged and moaned as I fucked her face. It was like I was using her like a sex toy.

I chuckled. It was still so unbelievable to me that I could control a superheroine to that extent.

“Oh... Most people aside from Dinah won’t understand the things you’ll have to do to help me, Helena. You have to keep it a secret between the three of us. Ah fuck... Do you understand?”

Helena nodded again.

“As you mentor me, y-you’ll grow increasingly attracted to me. Anytime you look at a man who isn't me, you'll find them lacking compared to me. You know they could never satisfy you like I could. The more time you spend with me, the more strongly you'll feel that I'm better than they are and that I'm the only man you could ever want. Eventually, you'll need my fat cock inside you every moment of every day.”

“I’ll need your fat cock inside me every moment of every day,” she bit her lower lip.

“Holy fuck,” I **** Dinah’s head further down on my cock. She gagged as I pressed into her throat. Shit, she was so tight.

“Ugh… Now I want give you a few post-hypnotic suggestions. Compulsions that will be a part of you no matter what. You’ll never know about these compulsions consciously, but you’ll follow them regardless. First, you’ll obey any order I give you and think nothing of it. Second, you'll trust me completely. You’ll always answer my questions honestly and feel that it is the right thing to do. You’re also perfectly fine with me knowing your secret identity. Third, you’ll never try to harm me or allow me be harmed. Fourth, you’ll never tell anyone anything personal about me without my permission. Fifth, you’ll never remember when I look into your eyes and bring you into a trance like the one you’re in now. You’ll rationalize any time spent in a trance as time you’ve spent doing mundane work barely worth thinking about. Sixth, you’ll fully support the idea of Dinah having sex with me even though she’s engaged to Oliver. The idea of me stealing women from other men turns you on. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” Helena said.

“One more thing. Whenever I and only I say the words ‘**** Huntress’, you’ll become an entirely different person; a person who believes that she is my loyal and loving ****. When you’re my ****, you’ll do anything I desire and believe that your only purpose in life is to serve and please me. When I and only I say the words ‘Normal Huntress’, you’ll become the person you are now again and have no memory of the time you spent as my ****. You won’t worry about any discrepancies caused by time you’ve spent as my ****. Do you understand?”

Helena nodded her head.

I pulled Dinah off of my cock and looked away from Helena. The cold air of the Clocktower kissed my cock.

“Normal Canary,” I said.

Dinah blinked her pretty blues eyes behind her black domino mask. She stared at my cock for a long moment and licked her lips. She looked up at me and smirked, leaning forward slightly to give me a deep view of her expansive cleavage.

“Already have your cock out, Jason? Hm. Helena might not be here yet, but that doesn’t mean I can’t get started on you early."

“You sure about that, Canary?” Helena said.

Dinah gasped and struggled to her feet. Her huge tits jiggled within her tight black costume.

“Wh- Huntress? When did you get here?!"

The sexy brunette smirked.

“Just in time to see you getting ready to swallow this stud’s criminal cock. I wonder what Oliver would say if he knew you were such a slut,” she said.

“I’m only a slut for Jason’s cock,” Dinah replied, as if that made everything alright.

“And rightly so,” Huntress hummed. She strutted over to me, wide hips swaying in her outfit. Her midriff was exposed, giving me an eyeful of her toned stomach. Her top didn’t leave much to the imagination, either, wrapping tightly around her big tits. This caused a portion of her white creamy cleavage to squish upwards.

“Not bad,” Helena said as she wrapped a gloved hand around my cock. She started tugging softly. She leaned forward and pressed her lips against mine. I responded eagerly, shoving my tongue against her lips. She opened them readily, entwining her tongue with mine. I reached around her hips and grabbed her big juicy ass. She moaned and squished her breasts up against my chest.

We broke the kiss a few moments later, panting heavily.

Dinah stood to the side, watching with rapt attention, a hand rubbing between her legs.

Helena’s passionate blue eyes stared into mine like a predator who’d just cornered her prey, entirely unaware of how completely she’d fallen under my sway.

“Not too bad at all.”