THE WINNER TAKES IT ALL

PART 2

BY

FLEXMAN

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This is the third part in the Riley Parkin saga. If you have not read the first two stories, “How I Spent My Summer Vacation” and “My Life of Crime”, I recommend you do so before you read this story.

The characters in this story, with the exception of Riley Parkin and Kitty (Miranda Herrera), all belong to DC comics. This is a not for profit story. It’s just a parody. No one under eighteen should read it.

Bat cave – Saturday 10 am

“Do you have a plan for dealing with Mr. Parkin?” Nightwing asks as he watches Batman work on the Bat cave’s mainframe.

            “Yes, I do,” answers Batman as he logs onto the main computer console. “He’s right about one thing; we don’t have the skill set needed to beat him at his game. We’re both computer literate, but not to the degree needed to take him on.”

“We’ve beaten the Riddler and his skills are comparable to Parkin’s.”

“Yes, but the Riddler was always kind enough to leave us riddles that tip us off as to what he was going to do. Mr. Parkin is not so accommodating. No, to beat him, we have to get him to play our game, where we can take control of the board and put him in a corner. To begin, we must know what we want to accomplish.”

“Ok, we both agree that putting him in jail would be a waste. So, what’s left? What do you propose to do?”

“Well, let’s look at the man we’re dealing with. Mr. Parkin, like Riddler, has father issues.” Batman punches several buttons on the Batcomputer. An image of a man in a high school football uniform comes on the screen. The caption reads Fred Parkin. “His father was a real he-man, a man’s man. He got mostly Cs in school, but was a first rate athlete, lettered in football, wrestling and baseball.” Several more images of Fred Parkin in high school and after cycle through the screen. “Popular with the ladies and a hard charging business man who started an electrical contracting company and made it a success. A self-made millionaire. Imagine how he must have felt raising a son that’s was the exact opposite of what he was and what he thought his son should be. As a result, he never appreciated Riley, never took pride in his many accomplishments, never felt Riley measured up. Now, imagine how Riley must have felt having a father like that?” An image of Fred and Riley Parkin together comes on the screen. The photo was taken years earlier, Riley looks like a dork with long unkempt hair and large rim glasses. Both men are together, yet separate, clearly uncomfortable in each other’s company.

“They must have been very alienated from one another.”

“Exactly. Riley hasn’t been back to his house since hooking up with Barbara. He’s completely left his family behind. He grew up without a strong male influence, never had someone to teach him any principles and values. He grew up not having to live up to anyone’s ideals; a massive intellect, with a strong need to achieve, but having only to please himself.

“So what do you intend to do about it?”

“I intend on taking the place of the strong male figure in his life and impose ethical standards on him. I’m going to force him to go to work for Wayne Industries, make him live in Wayne Manor, and conform to my standards. I’m going to ride him hard and drill standards into him. He’ll never know what hit him.”

“He’s not a kid anymore. He’s almost twenty. You really think you can mold him at this late date?”

“Sure, the Marine Corps does it all the time with people just as old as Riley. It begins with terminating his scholarship.”

            “Why? What would that accomplish?”

“I believe Parkin is wasting his time in school. The man goes through a math text book in less than a week. He’s cruising. There’s nothing else they can teach him. The last time he received anything less than an A in any class, or even test, was his first year in junior high school. Think about that. He could have graduated high school at sixteen if he had wanted to.”

            “Why didn’t he?”

            “He needs the approval. Since he never had his father’s approval he had to get the accolades from somewhere else. He needed to be class valedictorian, just like now in college he needs to graduate Suma Cum Laude. Everything this man sets out to do, he succeeds, but he seems to need something to certify his accomplishment. To bolster his self esteem, he needs the credentials that come with his success; he needs to be able to refer to some official recognition or standing. He doesn’t have the self confidence to just rely on his own opinion of himself.”

            “Wow, that’s deep. You got all that from just two meetings with him?”

            “I’m a quick study, besides I’ve been studying his file and it’s all there; the pattern is unmistakable. Look, I’ve shown the devices and applications he’s designed for Barbara and Helena to my senior engineers. These are all people who have advance degrees and years of experience and every one of them was highly impressed with his work. They called it brilliant, innovative and imaginative. Riley’s ready now. Anymore time in school is a waste. I’ll have Nigma create a scandal that will ruin his reputation. He won’t be able to get a job anywhere but Wayne Industries. I’ll get him fired from Insane Sams. All the support systems he’s built will come down. Like I said, we’ll be backed into a corner.”

            “That’s still no guarantee that you’ll make him do what you want.”

            “That’s phase two. In the situation I’ll put him in; I sure Catwoman will be able to convince him to personally commit another crime. We have to be able to influence what crime he’s going to commit, that way when he does it, we’ll be there to nail him. Then we’ll take a page out of his book and blackmail him. If he doesn’t play ball and do things my way, he’ll go to jail. That should scare the shit out of him. He’s not a tough guy; he knows he wouldn’t survive an hour in the Blackgate. He’ll crumble in seconds.”

            Nightwing slowly shakes his head. “I don’t know about this,” he says. “Pardon the cliché, but isn’t having Parkin work in Wayne Industries sort of like letting the fox in the hen house? The things he could do with access to your systems are scary.”

            “I’ll keep him on a tight leash and he won’t be given access to anything but what he needs to work on whatever project he’s assigned to. If he steps out of line, I’ll crack down on him.”

            For a moment Nightwing stares at the image of the Parkins on the screen. It does not appear he’s actually looking at the screen, but his mind was somewhere else. Then he looks back at Batman. “I see a number of problems with your plan.”

            “Name them.”

            “First off, Barbara and Helene, and while we’re at it, Catwoman, how are they going to react to your plan. Second, if you’re right about the Gem Hadar project, then he has at least three million dollars in overseas bank accounts, plus whatever Catwoman’s been kicking back to him for helping her with her scores. He could run. With his knowledge of computers, he wouldn’t have any problems dropping off the grid. He could come up with phony IDs complete with phony college degrees, get a job in Europe, Asia, South America or the Middle East, and we’d never find him.”

            Batman pulls out an ankle bracelet and placed it on the counter. “It’s the latest model from Wayne Industries,” he says. “We’ve shipped the first batch to the parole and probation departments. It’s been tested; we had one hundred convicts put them on and we told them if they can get them off without tipping off the controller, we’d pay them fifty thousand dollars. Not one was able to and some of these guys escaped from every model bracelet that came before. Even I can’t figure a way to remove it without setting off the alarm. They have a GPS chip that will tell us where the wearer is every minute they wear them. Mr. Parkin will wear one while he’s under my control or go to prison. As for Barbara and Helena, I think they’ve both have come to care for Riley very much. I think both of them would rather he become a great engineer than a master criminal, beside I don’t think they’re aware that Riley’s been helping Catwoman plan her crimes. Catwoman, on the other hand, will unknowingly be helping us pull this off.”  

            Nightwing still looks troubled. “This can backfire in so many ways,” he says.

            “Not really; we’re not actually going to be doing anything. I hired Nigma to do all the leg work on this.”

            “I’ll say one thing for your plan; I am interested to see how Parkin reacts to having someone come after him for a change. Up to now he’s been the instigator. Let’s see how he handles being on the receiving end.”

Laurel Flower Arrangements – Sunday 11:03 PM

               I sit there watching as they quickly strip naked. Then Blackie wastes no time in cupping one of Mari’s large, fat tits and slowly massages it. For the longest time Blackie stands, squeezing, caressing and stroking the inflated tit. She slides her fingers over and around the super enlarged hard nipple, manipulating, caressing and stretching its shape. This goes on for several minutes, until Blackie slips her hand between Mari’s legs to gauge her wetness. When she decides Mari’s ready, Blackie pushes her flat on her back on the bed and gets on top of her. I pick this moment to join in.

               I’ve been dropping by and fucking Blackie once or twice a month since I started blackmailing her; it’s a nice change of pace. When I stopped by last time, she asked me if I’d like to do a three way with another heroine of the Justice League. It’s one of those questions she didn’t have to ask twice.

               “Wonder sacks?” I asked in eager anticipation.

               “No, she’s not into that; she’s not that adventurous. She would probably agree to a three way with two men, like Batman and Superman, or with two women, but not with another woman and a man.”

               “What a shame. So who do you have in mind?”

               “I think I can convince Mari McCabe to do it. She’s really into it,” Blackie answered with a big smile. Mari Jiwe McCabe is a heroine called Vixen. She’s also a model, which is a plus.

               “Why would she agree to have a three way with me?”

               “Oh, don’t worry about that; she’ll come running. Her particular power to mimics the abilities of any animal has an inconvenient down side; Vixen is currently in heat.”

               “In heat?  You mean like an animal?”

               “Exactly and that makes her a nymphomaniac to the extreme, but because she’s a heroine she has to be careful. Also as a model she always has guys hitting on her and also has to be careful not to get hooked up with any scumbags. This limits her options to satisfy her current sexual hunger. The idea of a safe environment where she can go crazy in an orgy will be irresistible. I just hope you’re up for it, the woman really needs some release.”

               I smile. “I will do everything I can to help the poor woman in her hour of need.”

               Mari McCabe has a magnificent body, but of course all heroines do; I think it a job requirement. She is the most muscular of all the women I’m fucking, but don’t get the wrong idea, she’s not anywhere near as massive as a lady bodybuilder, she just has the shape and definition. She also has the best ass of all the women I’m fucking and that’s saying a lot. Putting my hands on her butt cheeks and squeezing is almost as great as fucking her, almost. Her calves are just as muscular as Hunty’s and her face is model perfect.

               As Blackie continues her assault on one of Mari’s nipples, I select the other tit to go to work on. I quickly realize this woman really likes her tits massaged because as Blackie and I go all out on her two babies she get super wet, moans constantly with a lot of “Yes” thrown in. She also growls. That’s another first for me; I’ve never been with a woman who growls when she get excited. She gives off one really big growl just before she climaxes. Vixen has really amazing tits, some of the best I’ve ever seen. Only Wondie’s and Power Slut’s bags are better and I’ve only seen Wondie’s on video; these are up close and personal. Thanks to Blackie’s and my deft touch each of these babies surges and swell as we relentlessly suck, biting and squeeze them, slowly turning Vixen into a mindless fuck machine. Blackie stops her tit mashing, moves down and sticks her tongue into Vixs’ cunt. Vixs head starts swing and bouncing wildly, Blackie is really hitting all the spots. I know she’s done this before. I decide to continue the tit mashing but with a different technique. I start rubbing the tip of my cock around and over her nipple. To Vixs this is new and exciting; she likes it.  She begins repeating “yes!” more frequently. I progress to sliding the length of my shaft up and down over her nipple, faster and faster. It has its effect on her; she starts screaming. When I start to massage her entire nipple with my scrotum she lets go with a monster orgasm, her second of the night and I haven’t even been inside her yet.

               When she is able to talk again, she asks that I do the same to her other tit. I, of course, comply.  After a while I figure I’m due and bring my cock to her face; her mouth opens and she enthusiastically takes it in. She is very skilled cocksucker; she’s so good. She gives me the works; licks my balls perfectly, engulfing them with her tongue. She has the right touch when she goes up and down my stem and she takes in the whole cock and works it. Vixs literally gets off on it. What is it with heroines? Some big time shrink should do a study on them. By day they are virtuous, confident, self-righteous do-gooders; by night, in bed, they become the most wanton sluts and whores anyone’s ever met. Despite the amazing blowjob I don’t come. I don’t know how I avoid it but somehow I do. At this point Blackie and I switch places; I get between Vixs’ legs and Blackie positions her cunt over Vixs’ face. I spread her legs to the side and shove my cock in her well lubed cunt.  Her hips rise as I plunge my cock deeper in her warm, wet pussy. Meanwhile, Vixs’ tongue shoots up into Blackie’s hole. The woman is definitely willing. Her hips trash around as I fully penetrate her. Then she begins moving in rhythm with my thrusts. Even with Vixs working Blackie’s pussy I can still hear moans and whines coming from her. Blackie warned me before that Vixs like it rough; big surprise, most heroines usually do, it part of the package. I guess it’s something in their genes. So I’m banging away hard and she seems to like it judging by the sound and how intensely she’s licking Blackie’s pussy. It takes a few minutes for Vixs’ next orgasm to hit. Blackie comes a minute later all over Vixs’ face and I shoot my wad inside of her about the same time. According to Blackie, when Vixs is in heat she needs at least six orgasms to satisfy her hunger. This one was her third so far. Six orgasms? Good thing we’re not charging by the climax. Oh well, a man’s work is never done, onward and upward. I need a few minutes to recharge my battery, if you know what I mean, but Vixs can’t wait so out come the dildos. We stick one up Vixs’ ass while Blackie straps another one on around her waist. With Vixs’ muscular calves resting on her shoulders Blackie proceeds to fuck the hell out of her. I again move my groin to her face and Vix goes to work in an effort to get Mr. Bob back up in good standing. Vixs’ forth orgasm hits her several minutes later, Blackie who is getting off fucking her man style with her strap around dildo also comes a minute later.  Thanks to Vixs excellent tongue my cock is ready for his next appearance. Blackie and I each grab one of Vixs’ arms, pull her off the bed, and bend her over the desk, where I proceed to fuck her from behind. As I bang away at her, the dildo in her ass is still buzzing away; the wonder of lithium ion batteries. This time with nothing to occupy her mouth, Vixs lets out all the moans, screams and growls that she couldn’t before when my cock filled her mouth or her tongue was licking away at Blackie’s box. I arch her back and reach under, putting my hands on her tits and begin squeezing and shaping them as I bang away.  Not wanting to just stand there doing nothing, Blackie walks over and positions herself in from of Vixs face and pushes her breasts in to her face. Vixs gets the message quickly finds one of Blackie’s nipples and starts sucking it like a baby. With her mouth now full of tit meat it stops her screaming and growling but the moans still continue. Soon Blackie is moaning too; apparently Vixs mouth has an orgasmic effect on her because Blackie comes before Vixs and I do. We relax for a minute, as a sweat covered Blackie comments on what a gifted mouth Vixs has. I’m thinking that’s a great quality for a whore, for a heroine not so much. After three more orgasm Vixs passes out. She’s lying face down on the bed. I have to admit this is one of the best parts of the evening; the heroine fucked out and pretty much defeated. It happens mostly with Hunty but at one point or another it happened with all the heroines I have fucked. The sight of her muscular curved nude body lying there helpless, literally at my mercy gives me yet another hard on. By day Vixen is there acting so proud, confident and in control in her costume and now she’s just totally naked with me free to do whatever I want. When Blackie, who is also spend, goes to wash up in the john, I get out my cell phone and take several shots of Vixs in various humiliating positions for my album. Vixs is completely oblivious to me moving her around and positioning her to set up the shots, she’s completely out of it.

            The alarm goes off at five-thirty; Mari has a photo shoot and has to get ready.  She apologizes for waking me; gives me a kiss and a good morning blow job, which I thought was very nice of her. When done she gets in the shower. Blackie sleeps through the whole thing; the flower shop doesn’t open until nine, so she has time. I plan on making some breakfast for both of them, but first I have something to do. I roll out of bed, put the coffee on and go for Blackie’s computer. I go on line and check my grades; they should be post by now. They’re listed. I go down the list of four courses I took this semester; Computer Architecture – A, Distributed Algorithms and Optimization – A, Digital Electronics – A. When I get to the final course, Computer Aided Design of Systems, there’s no grade, only a note telling me to see the Dean of Academics. What the hell is that all about? I am confident I also aced that course. I check for the Dean’s hours and find he’ll be available at ten. It’s probably nothing. I put on my gym shorts, pour Mari a cup of steaming coffee, toast one slice of raisin wheat bread and put out the apple butter for her. The nice thing about cooking for a fashion model is they eat very little, especially before a shoot. She did ask for one egg scrambled in olive oil; she wants a little protein with her breakfast. I have it all ready for her when she walks out of the bathroom still completely naked; a very nice sight. It’s not a typical model’s body; she’s more muscular than the average super model. She has larger tits and a shapely ass with great curves. Her nipples are large, second only to Hunty’s. Her legs and arms are her second best features; muscular but still feminine. Her beautiful face is her first best feature; she’s simply gorgeous. The really nice coincidence is she shaves her pussy. It seems that models have to keep their pubic hair short so that they are not visible when they wear a small bikini in a photo shoot. Mari just decided that it would be less trouble if she kept it hairless. She even made a comment last night when she saw that Blackie had recently shaved her pussy that Blackie was preparing for bikini season early. I did not comment on that.

Mari represents several firsts for me. The first heroine I fucked that I didn’t have to blackmail, the first super model, the first African princess (what’s up with that?) and only the second Justice Leaguer; all and all, a great night. The sight of her naked and slowly getting dressed gives me another hard on. She sits at the table and eats her breakfast, goes back and brushes her teeth, kisses me and tells me it was nice meeting me and we should this again sometime. I say like wise and she leaves. She’s going to one of her model photo shoots; I have to wonder what she would say if she remembers the nude photo shoot she did for me last night.

            I shower, shave and dress before Blackie gets up. Then she hits the shower while I cook us breakfast. After we eat, I kiss her and thank her for a great night; she tells me it wasn’t bad for her either.

            I arrive at the Dean’s office ten minutes before ten and the secretary tells me it will be a few minutes. A few minutes turns into almost an hour, before the secretary tells me that Dean Benton will see me now. I go into his office and instantly realize I’m in big trouble. John Benton, the Dean of Academics for Gotham City University is sitting behind his desk. He’s a tall, lean, dour man. Standing next to him are Professor Scarletti, the head of the Computer Science Department and Professor Royce, the professor who taught the course in question. Well, rather his teaching assistant did most of the teaching, but officially it’s his course. I don’t think all three of these guys would be getting together to talk to me over some trivial matter; this has to be serious.

            “Have a seat Mr. Parkin,” Benton tells me.

            “No thank you, I’ll stand.”

            “Mr. Parkin, a disturbing accusation has been made about you by Professor Royce,” Benton begins. I didn’t say anything. “Professor Royce says he learned that you bought answers to his final exam on line.”

            I stand there staring at the three men. Finally, I take a deep breath, let it out and say, “Professor Royce, I have to ask. Are you on psychotropic medication or are you just clinically insane?”

TO BE CONTINUED