--Wonder Woman - Dark Nights part 7--
Batman, Robin, Justice League, Teen Titans, Titans West, Wonder Woman, The New
52, and all other characters, nicknames, locations, referenced storylines, or
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By Kooster
kooster69@gmail.com
Note: The DCU in this story series is mostly pre-The New 52, but there
might be a few concepts, character revamps, etc. that I have taken from The New
52.
Nightwing had finished his forensic analysis for the
crime scene within the Washington Monument, where Wonder Woman had been last
seen. He walked out of the historical tower in disgust. The young
hero headed towards the T-Jet.
Steve Trevor stomped over to the Teen Titan and then
stopped Nightwing in his tracks. He demanded, "Anything?!?"
"Nothing I can use to follow-up on.",
Nightwing anwsered.
Etta Candy was worried about Wonder Woman. The
redhead believed that the Amazon princess was undefeatable. Etta
inquired, "Nothing?!?"
Nightwing did not want to reveal anything else, but
then he saw how concerned Etta was for Diana's well being. The detective
hero stated, "There are remnants of a teleportation platform--"
"Teleported?!?", Etta interrupted.
"To where?"
"The explosion destroyed the platform's controls
and memory, so there's no way to know where the destination coordinates
were.", Nightwing explained.
Trevor held onto the Teen Titan. Colonel Trevor
demanded, "Anything else you're not telling us, son?"
Nightwing growled in his best Bat-voice, "Take
your hand off of me, colonel, before I do it for you. And second, I'm not
your 'son'. You want to know anything else, then call in your goon
squad. It's your typical M.O. to waste away the taxpayers' money,
right? If you want to save some money, tell your F.B.I. goons to stop
tailing me in New York."
Colonel Trevor was stunned that Nightwing knew about
the F.B.I. unit keeping tabs on the young hero. Trevor removed his hand
from Nightwing, and then let the young hero pass. He whipped out his
smartphone, and then called in for an FBI forensics team. He would make a
second call later to retask the F.B.I. special unit in New York.
Nightwing strode towards the T-Jet. He was ready
to enter the vehicle, when he was stopped by Etta Candy.
Etta pleaded, "You are going to find Wonder
Woman, right?"
Nightwing gave a reassuring smile and then answered,
"I'm going to find her, as long as you keep Colonel Trevor out of my
hair."
The Teen Titan entered the T-Jet and then prepped the
plane for takeoff. Nightwing checked the tracking data for the device he
had given to Wonder Woman. The tracking data focused in the city of Bludhaven.
"Bludhaven?", he wondered aloud.
Nightwing recalled that Bludhaven was near Gotham
City. Bludhaven had plenty of crime, drugs, corruption, and
prostitution. The city's police force was split into factions, where
Bludhaven's officers were on the payroll of mob bosses and gangs. Late
nights saw people venturing to strip clubs, seeking out a prostitute to satisfy
their sexual desires, looking for their next hit, or worse. Reading about
or watching on the news about drive-by shootings and murders were commonplace
in Bludhaven. Most people tried to mind their own business in the hopes
that the mobs and gangs would eventually wipe each other out. Federal law
enforcement agencies turned a blind eye to Bludhaven. No superhero had
decided to clean up crime in Bludhaven.
In other words, Nightwing thought, Bludhaven was the
perfect place to hid away a kidnapped superheroine.
Nightwing called the FAA to have a flight plan cleared
for S.T.A.R. Labs in Gotham City. From there, he would borrow the
Batcycle for his journey to Bludhaven. The T-Jet was too big and loud for
Bludhaven.
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At the Batcave, Nightwing found Alfred Pennyworth
sitting at the Batcomputer.
The elderly man, who maintained the upkeep of the
Batcave and Wayne Manor, had bags under his eyes and then sipped a steaming cup
of tea. To the public, Alfred was Bruce Wayne's faithful butler. In
reality, Alfred was everything Batman needed to wage the Dark Knight's war on
crime that included the butler's skills as an expert field medic.
"Alfred?", Nightwing asked.
The middle-aged man set down his cup, gracefully stood
up, and then straightened out his attire. While he stood at attention,
Alfred's face was haggard like someone had been awake for a long time.
"Ah, Master Richard.", he greeted. "I had not been
expecting you."
Nightwing helped Alfred sit back down in the computer
chair. "I'm just passing through, Alfred."
"Are you sure that I cannot make you a quick
repast before you head out?", the middle-aged man suggested.
Dick Grayson smiled at Alfred's neverending
butler-like service. "No, Alfred.", he answered in a
light-hearted tone. "I can always grab something at a Big Belly
Burger."
"Very good, Master Richard.", Alfred
acknowledged. He returned his attention to the Batcomputer. He
activated the communication and then spoke, "Outsider to Shadow One, do
you read?"
Nightwing knew that "Shadow One" was the
codename Alfred used for Batman.
Both men waited for Batman to answer, but no one
responded.
After a few minutes, Alfred switched off
communications.
Nightwing knew something weird was going on. He
asked, "Okay Alfred, what's going on with Bruce?"
"He has ventured to the Middle East.",
Alfred informed.
"What's out there?", Nightwing
inquired. Dick knew the answer the moment after he asked his
question. "Wait a minute!", he blurted. "Is he going
after Ra's al Ghul?!?"
Ra's al Ghul was rumored to be one of the Europe's
criminal bosses. He ruled over the League of Shadows, who were hired for
discrete assasinations. He based himself somewhere in the Middle East,
where the desert sands were either too hot to travel or quickly concealed his
tracks.
Dick Grayon's light blue gloved hands tightened into
fists, as he remembered how Ra's al Ghul had kidnapped as bait for
Batman. He was Robin back then, but college didn't allow many times for
the Dynamic Duo to team up. Batman had traveled to the Middle East to rescue
Robin. Once Robin was freed, Ra's al Ghul wanted Batman as his successor
and offered his daughter, Talia, as the Dark Knight's bride. Batman flat
out refused, and then dueled Ra's al Ghul. Batman won, after forcing Ra's
al Ghul into a Lazarus Pit.
Nightwing knew that Batman and Talia had a brief
romance, but Bruce would not go into details.
"I don't know, Master Richard.", Alfred
stated. "Master Bruce received a coded message from Talia. He rushed
off to the Middle East, leaving Master Tim behind to defend Gotham City.
That was two days ago."
Nightwing's eyes widened in shock. He blurted,
"He left Tim to protect Gotham City all by himself!"
"Master Tim does have Oracle to help him
out. I believe that Master Bruce convinced Miss Selina and Miss Dinah to
help out as well.", Alfred informed.
Oracle was Barbara Gordon, who was an expert data
gatherer and was as a good a most Internet search engines. She was the
eyes and ears for superheroes, and kept tabs on nearly every villain across the
globe. She had been Batgirl, until the Joker had shot her in her
back. No one would ever guess that Oracle was a paralyzed redhead in a
wheelchair.
Miss Selina was Catwoman. Nightwing was
surprised that the expert thief would spend time helping to protect Gotham
City. While Catwoman was incredibly smitten and perhaps even in love with
Batman, she never risked her neck for anyone else.
Miss Dinah was the Black Canary. She was a
blonde crimefighter, who also wielded the Canary Cry--her sonic scream.
Black Canary had a long history, but currently had made Gotham City her
own. She and Green Arrow had been dating for several years, but that
relationship turned sour recently.
Nightwing knew Robin, Catwoman, and Black Canary could
tackle most crimes in Gotham. A day or two more without Batman's presence
in the city, however, would enbolden major villains--like Two-Face--to run
rampant in Gotham City. Even worse, major villains might team-up
together. Nightwing offered, "Do you need me to call in any of the
Justice League Reservists to Gotham?"
Alfred countered, "I have the Outsiders on
standby. I think Black Lightning, Katana, and the others would be more
subtle and attract less media attention than a member of the Justice
League."
Dick Grayson grabbed a large, manhole-sized plate, and
then secured the heavy disk within the sidecar of the older Batcycle. He
also grabbed a matching plug-in battery and a plug-in computer. There
were several Batcycles available, but Nightwing needed the black cycle with red
trim and with the sidecar. He assumed the worst, where Wonder Woman would
have severe injuries.
He donned a black leather jacket, and then a black
motorcycle helmet. He started up the cycle.
The faithful butler remarked, "You're taking
quite a bit of equipment, Master Richard."
"I need to be prepared. Besides, the money
from Halley's Circus more than covers this stuff.", Nightwing
responsed. He loudly reeved the Batcycle, and then raced out of the
Batcave.
Alfred plopped into the chair at the
Batcomputer. He finally gave into his euphoria and then fell asleep.
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Wonder Woman jerked awake from the smelling salts that
were passed under her nose. Her blue eyes fluttered open, and then she
quickly blinked to adjust to the brightness of a full lit room. She found
her restrained in a chair, and wearing the same red, silk robe like
before. She also had the clear feeding tube strapped around her head.
Diana sat there helplessly while the mushed mixture
slowly flowed down the clear tube to feed her again. After being fed, the
Amazon prinecss knew that she would be forcibly cleansed of her bodily waste
again. This time, however, her food was not drugged with a sleeping
formula.
With the used feeding tube still in her mouth, Wonder
Woman helplessly watched as her handler--the tall and strong
Afro-American--opened up her silky robe to complete expose her mammoth breasts.
The dark-skinned man grinned from ear-to-ear.
His large hands moved over the topless Amazon's huge tits. Despite how
large her 38G juggs were, his big hands seem to easily palm Wonder Woman's
titties. He squeezed and massaged Diana's famous tits, like someone
playing with clay.
Diana gasped and then pursed her ruby lips, as her
gigantic breasts were played with. She could not deny that his strong
hands felt good on her humungous boobs, but she resisted showing her enjoyment.
The handler became more and more aggressive with each
passing moment, where he was crushing Wonder Woman's large juggs. He
enjoyed seeing her titty flesh ooze out between his fingers. He marveled
at how resilient the Amazon's tits were, as he continued to test how much
pressure Diana's massive breasts could take.
"Aaauuuhhh!!!", the Amazon princess cried
out. She panted from the pain of her abused breasts. She was
worried that the strong Afro-American would continue until her huge tits burst
like balloons.
The dark-skinned handler, much to Diana's relief,
released her reddened and aching tits. He opened up his palms, and then
swung his hands back.
"No, don't!", Diana pleaded.
He ignored Wonder Woman's protest, and then slapped
his hands across her exposed tits.
"Nnnuuugggaaahhh!!!", the topless Amazon
cried out. Pain shot through her huge breasts, especially at her pink
nipples and aerolas.
The muscular Afro-American continued to unmercilessly
slap Wonder Woman's gigantic juggs over-and-over again. He loved forcing
her massive 38G titties to wobble back-and-forth.
Diana screamed each time her abused breasts were
whacked.
After several more powerful smacks, her large titties
glowed bright red. White palm prints were briefly visable after each hit
on Wonder Woman's mammoth tits.
Her large breasts were smacked again.
"Merciful!", the bound Amazon blurted out.
Another powerful whack landed across her huge
juggs. "Minvera!", she cried out.
Another strong slap hit her reddened, burning
tits. "Stop!", Diana begged.
The handler slapped Wonder Woman's abused titties a
few more times to show that she had no control over the situation.
Diana was greatly relieved when the hits to her large
breasts stopped. She panted from the pain throbbing of her tits.
without any time to rest, Wonder Woman was released
from her bonds and then brought to another room for her internal bodily
cleansing.
She was then was brought to the VR chamber again and
then sat naked in the VR chair. Shackles again locked her wrists and
ankles in place. The VR helmet was placed on her head again, along with
the strange circular pads that were stuck all over her sexy, athletic body.
"No, not again!", Diana pleaded. The
bound Amazon assumed that someone would force fuck her again. She would
re-experience losing her virginity, or her anal cherry, or both. She was
angred on how
After a bright flash of light, Wonder Woman found
herself in virtual reality again. She was still naked, but lying
down. Her legs were spread eagle. She could not move a muscle as
her entire body was paralyzed. Her massive 38G breasts felt more firm
than usual, and also defied gravity by staying upright.
A short and plain wooden wall was between her spread
open legs. The wall had been bolted to the floor, so that it could not be
knocked down. Wonder Woman assumed that the wall was meant to block her
view.
A dark-skinned, muscular man appeared before the prone
Amazon. He stood above her head. He was dressed like a tennis
athlete.
"You!", Diana gasped in shock. She
immediately recognized the Afro-American man as her handler, who enjoyed
smacking her huge breasts.
The Afro-American smiled from ear-to-ear, like a boy
who had gotten the present that he had always wanted. He wickedly stated,
"I get to play with you now."
Wonder Woman expected, like the other before him,
would sexual ravish her body to satisify his sexual fantasies for her.
He moved his open palm back like a racket, and then
swung his hand forward. His large palm whacked the front of Wonder
woman's gigantic titties.
"Ooowww!", Diana blurted in pain.
Her blue eyes widened in shock, as she helplessly
watched her large breasts lunge forward in cartoon-like fashion. Her
titty flesh stretched unnaturally, while her huge boobs moved a few inches away
from her. Held down by her titty flesh that on her chest, her large
breasts snapped back. The momentum of her giant juggs pulled her breasts
back toward her handler.
While her mind realized that the VR had given her
bosom the cartoon-like elasticity, Diana was freaking out on what was happening
to her lovely breasts. "Great Hera!", she blurted.
The strong Afro-American swung harder this time, where
his hand made a loud noise when he hit Wonder Woman's massive juggs.
"Aaaahhhh!!!", the helpless Amazon screamed.
Wonder Woman's gigantic tits enlongated forward more
this time, and then snapped back.
The powerful, dark-skinned man continued whacking the
naked Amazon's titantic mounds over-and-over again.
Diana cried out in pain each time her massive breasts
were smacked.
Each time, Wonder Woman's humungous breasts lunged
forward more and more. Eventually, her large juggs stretched out to her
belly button.
The paralyzed Amazon grunted when her breasts sprung
forward, as her titty flesh was forced to be enlongated. The extensive
stretching of her titty flesh started to hurt.
Despite his best efforts, the Afro-American could only
get Wonder Woman's massive titties to stretch out any farther.
He stopped, where his hand throbbed and his palm was
bright red.
The helpless Amazon sighed in relief. Her
gigantic 38G breasts returned to their firm, upright position. Her bosom
was red from the repeated hits and unnatural stretching. She was thankful
that her breasts had not ripped off her body.
The Afro-American retrieved a nearby tennis
racket. The body of the tennis racket was metallic red. The racket's
handle was wrapped in white tape. The racket's strings were bright blue.
Diana knew that huge breasts were going to be hit
repeatedly by the tennis racket. She pleaded, "No, don't!
Merciful Minvera, stop!"
The muscular man pulled the tennis racket back, and
then swung the racket forward with all his might.
A loud twang resounded when the head of the tennis
racket hit the front of Wonder Woman's gigantic mounds.
"Nnnnuuuuggggaaaahhhh!!!!", Diana screamed
in pain. Being hit by the tennis racket hurt 10 times worse than being
smacked by the handler's hand.
The force of the blow caused Wonder woman's large
titties to stretch out as far as before, where her large orbs passed over her
belly button.
The helpless Amazon was thankful that her enlongated
breasts had not hit the wood wall between her spread open legs.
The powerful whack made Diana's bouncing breasts come
back faster than ever.
The Afro-American was waiting, where he delivered a
powerful backhand to Wonder Womana's humungous juggs.
"Gggguuuuaaaahhhh!!!!", Diana yelled in
pain! She then grunted on how much her huge breasts stretched out.
The strong, dark-skinned man continued playing tennis
with Wonder Woman's reddened tits. He loved hearing the helpless, naked
Amazon scream in pain each time he hit her gigantic juggs. He enjoyed
hearing Wonder Woman grunt and hiss whenever her titty flesh was stretched out.
After a few more blows, Diana's enlongated breasts hit
the wood wall. Her tits flattened like pancakes against the wall.
"Aaaaauuuuuhhhhh!!!!!", bellowed
Diana. Pain, like nothing she had ever felt before, seared through her
squashed breasts and then arched up her spine.
Her gigantic tits left the wood wall, and then snapped
back to Wonder Woman's body.
The Afro-American was throughly enjoying
himself. He enjoyed volleying Wonder Woman's huge titties over-and-over
again.
Diana lay there helplessly while her massive breasts
were hit, stretched like giant rubber bands, and then splatted against the
brick wall. Her blue eyes teared up from the intense pain and abuse of
her reddened breasts.
For the next several minutes, the muscular handler
swung his star-spangled tennis racket repeated to hit Wonder Woman's huge tits
like oversized tennis balls. A twang resounded whenever the colorful
tennis racket hit the helpless Amazon's mammoth juggs. A loud splat
echoed when her stretched out boobs hit the wood wall.
The paralyzed superheroine screamed in pain each time
her abused breasts were hit, and then yelled in agony when her stretched out
breasts splatted hard against the wood wall.
Wonder woman's gigantic 38G tits were bright red all
over. Bruises from the many hits onto her large boobies and impacts of
her titties were evident.
Despite his strength and endurance, the dark-skinned
man tired from his constant swinging. He enjoyed seeing the yellow tinge
of bruising and welts all over Wonder Woman's massive titties. His hard
cock ached for release from his tennis pants.
Wonder Woman fought off the tears in her blue
eyes. Tears had trailed down the sides of her face. Her abused
breasts throbbed in pain. She could see the extensive damage of bruising
and welts all over her huge breasts. Diana never believed that her
breasts could ever be in so much pain.
The horny Afro-American hurried unzipped and then
removed his tennis shorts to reveal his long, hard 12" cock. He
pushed a button on a nearby control panel.
Diana was shocked to feel herself lifted up from the
ground, and then realized that she had been lying on a concealed
platform. She continued to rise, until she was at crotch level with her
handler. She looked back towards the her tormentor, and then saw his steel
hard phallas. Wonder Woman gasped in shock, "Great Hera!"
"Suck it!", he ordered. Without giving
Wonder Woman much choice, he forced his cock into her mouth. From this
awkward position, he could only thrust half of his 12" length into her mouth.
His huge, cum-filled balls rested against the naked Amazon's nose.
Wonder Woman gagged and coughed as the hard, chocolate
cock was shoved into her unwilling mouth. She tried to protest, but her
muffled words were incomprehensible. Her mouth stretched, as if she was
stuffing a huge bite of food into her mouth, from the wide girth of his hard
shaft.