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The flavor of Stone was heady and thick - much like the cock itself.
Dinah drew her tongue over the fattened crown, gathering more of that salty taste in her mouth. One swipe, two, three. The wet muscle circled and circled, slipping under the foreskin to get at the rest of the head.
Her efforts had Stone's cock thrumming against her lips, the shaft twitching in her hands. The man let out a deep, deep groan - and the sound of his pleasure snapped Dinah awake.
Her eyes went wide. She drew back fast, yanking her hands away from that thick rod as if it was red hot. Dinah's heart jumped into her throat, her spine turning to ice. But that moment of frightened clarity was fleeting.
Dinah sucked in a gasp, taking in lungfuls of the thick, potent musk coming off Stone's cock and balls. That was enough to send her right back into that daze… but it was her own beating heart that truly damned her.
All those shots… taking that damned pill… alcohol and drugs were pumping through her veins, making her blood froth and boil. That heat seeped down into her core… down between her thighs…
It was the drugs. It wasn't Stone. It wasn't his cock.
"Come on…" Stone grumbled, impatient. "Why'd you stop, beautiful?"
Dinah's eyes fixed on that gorgeous bastard of a cock. She wondered the very same thing.
From down on her knees, Jackson Stone cut an even more striking figure. The dim light overhead cast his face in shadow. He didn't look like a man. More like a brute. A looming giant… with a giant cock hanging down. Pointing right at Dinah's mouth.
"Just… just warming up." Dinah breathed.
Stone gave a simple grunt of acknowledgement. He shuffled on his feet, widening his stance - as much as he could with his pants around his ankles… and his manhood swayed in the air. Dinah's eyes followed it, that thick, veiny stalk of meat. It twitched on its own, the head visibly pulsating with his rushing blood. The slit gleamed with a dollop of precum. It called to her. A single eye glistening with bodily need, putting the Black Canary in a trance.
Her hands went back to his cock, fingers gingerly easing the foreskin back. The crown, the cockhead sprouted free into open air, smooth, bulbous, and weeping. A rounded, pink mallet.
Dinah parted her lips. Her tongue slid out. She moved her hands further up the shaft, taking him by the base, and lifted, lifted all those inches and inches of solid, swollen flesh… and then she let gravity do the rest.
Stone's cock descended and struck upon Dinah's outstretched tongue.
Dinah didn't know why she did that. She didn't know why she moaned as she tasted precum. She didn't know why she did it again.
All she knew was that it pleased Stone. And that it was necessary for the mission… wasn't it? She needed his trust. She needed him to let his guard down.
Slapping his fat cock against her face, onto her tongue… that would do the trick. All she had to do was see the look on his face to know her plan was working.
"Having fun down there?" The man teased, though his voice was tense, strained. The tension was in his body, too. Dinah could feel it in his legs, the solid muscle of his tree trunk thighs. All just from her tongue.
"I have… a lot to work with." Dinah admitted. It was the alcohol that had her cheeks running hot. The drugs, too. Nothing else.
The head of Stone's cock-hammer landed upon her lips again, dribbling precum. Some of it smeared on her mouth - she lapped her tongue out to gather it. The salty flavor flashed over her taste buds, gliding to the back of her mouth.
Not even Dinah could place the sound she uttered then. She preferred to think it was disgust.
"It's not too much for you, sweetheart?" Stone's grin stirred a fire in her gut. The heat rose into her chest - and higher too, spreading across her face.
"Not a fucking chance." Dinah seethed. She flicked her tongue over the leaking slit, feeling satisfaction at the man's trembling groan. Then she really went to work. Dragging her tongue around, around the cockhead, she got it nice and gleaming wet. Then she dipped down and slid her mouth over him… and started to suck.
"Fuuuuuck yeah…" Groaned the brute looming over her. The sound of his deep voice racked with pleasure sent a tight knot down into Dinah's belly.
The blonde kept going, taking the man deeper into her mouth. The cockhead glided over her tongue, gracing her buds with the heavy, musky flavor of manhood. Meaty and salty and overpowering, all mingling with the precum trickling out. It was supposed to make her retch - so why wasn't it?
Rather than pondering for answers, Dinah chose to focus. The cock in her mouth was throbbing for more attention. So she gave it.
The head and some inches were nestled in her mouth. She swirled her tongue in circles over the crown, round and round and round went the wet muscle, until Stone was groaning again. Dinah hollowed her cheeks and applied suction. The drool that had built up in her mouth turned her suck into a slurp.
Stone bit out another curse. One of his large hands fell upon her shoulder, but Dinah kept at it. She bobbed her head, slowly at first, working her mouth over the first few inches of cock. Up and down, up and down, short, quick sucks.
It felt so big between her lips, so warm, and the deep, salty flavor permeated all over the inside of her mouth. Dinah had to remind herself that this was only the tip and some change. Most of Stone's manhood, inches and inches of meat, remained dry and unsucked.
That would not do.
The Black Canary had her mission. She needed Stone to trust her. She needed him off his guard. She needed to put her tongue all over his fat fucking cock.
Dinah pulled back, the crown popping wetly from her sucking mouth. The head looked even more swollen now, the crown dark pink and pulsing, gleaming thanks to a hearty coating of her spit. The sight of her own handiwork had Dinah's heart skipping a beat. Just seeing that cock, the enormity of meat hanging down from Stone's groin… it took Dinah's breath away.
"It's just… so fucking big." Dinah marveled, her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't mask the awe. All thanks to that little damned pill, no doubt. Whatever was running through her veins now, that's what was making her like this.
What a sight she must have made then. The Black Canary, on her knees. Some man standing over her, big bastard of a cock stretching out over her pretty face.
There was some sting from that, up in the parts of her mind that were still rational. The self-consciousness would have to wait, though. She'd already given the cockhead a tongue bath.
Dinah pushed her face up against Stone's groin, putting her mouth to cock once more. Kisses first, small and wet. Quick smooches planted along the tip, moving down along the side of the shaft. Each little press of her lips had that fat, veiny monster stirring. So sensitive, even to the lightest touch. The shaft, thickened and bulging, twitched and jerked and spasmed from every kiss. Like it was awake. Alive.
The sight spurred Dinah on. Next came swipes of her tongue, small and quick like her kisses at first, but turning into longer, more insistent licks as she trailed down the shaft. Down towards Stone's stones.
She didn't get to do much, merely flattening her tongue against those hanging bulbs before she felt Stone's other hand settle on the top of her head
With a simple push - and his greater strength - Stone had Dinah leaning back. She told herself it was a small mercy, that she was relieved to not have his flavor settling on her tongue anymore. She told herself that the heat rising within her was white hot anger, outrage at being manhandled by this scumbag; the only thing she couldn't explain away was why she kept her mouth open.
"Enough playing around…" Stone growled, threading thick fingers through her hair. The hand that was on her shoulder went to the base of his cock, angling his rod right at her parted lips. Dinah's heart fluttered. She knew what came next. "Now let's see that pretty mouth…"
A single, sharp thrust had that big fat cock spearing into her open mouth, inches and inches sliding right in. Dinah's eyes went wide with shock, her whole body going tense as that swollen solid crown struck the back of her throat.
Stone spat out a curse. Dinah gagged.
With the man's firm grip on her head and his fingers entwined in her hair, there was no way to break free. A question arose in her head: did she even want to?
Less than half of his cock was buried in her mouth. From the tiny bucks of his hips, it was clear Stone wanted her to take more.
A jolt ran through her core then. Was it fear? The Black Canary was fearless. What was she afraid of? A big dick? Those were her specialty. Was it anger? If she was furious, Stone would have been weeping on the floor an hour ago. The whole fucking club would have been turned into a scrap heap. So why was her heart trying to pound through her ribcage? Why was her blood running so damn hot?
The drugs, she thought. That fucking pill… All those fucking shots…
Dinah closed her eyes and cursed herself. Cursed Babs for sending her into the lion's den. Cursed that twinge down between her thighs, all those little embers licking at the inside of her belly. And she cursed Jackson Stone and his bastard of a cock.
"That's it. You can take it. Come on." The scumbag was muttering now. His grip remained like iron and his thrusts were coming faster, harder. Forcing just a bit more of his manhood past her stretched lips. Her mouth must have been swept into the shape of a big fat O then.
Bucking his hips, he was sawing his cock in and out of her wet mouth. That fat cockhead struck the back of her throat again and again, each time making Dinah gag, making her choke, making her body respond. That tremble, that damned shiver, struck right down into the pit of her belly. It was a coiling, thrashing snake made of fire. The heat between her thighs was damn near unbearable now.
I'm not wet, Dinah told herself. I'm not fucking wet.
It was all for the mission. Enduring the taste of Stone, enduring his presence in her mouth, enduring every gag and gurgle and convulsion of her throat…
The sounds that she was making were vulgar. They were not wanton moans - she wasn't that far gone - but the wet noises that came as Stone pumped himself into her gullet.
"GLRK."
Filthy, obscene, inhuman. She didn't even sound like a woman anymore. She sounded like fuckmeat.
"GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK GLRK"
It was only half of his cock and it was pulverizing her mouth. A battering ram of hardened, veiny flesh hammering at her senses, at her dignity, at her very soul. Every punch at the opening of her throat was a humiliation, a dozen of them and more, coming and coming and coming, never relenting.
Dinah thought losing her powers was the lowest she'd ever get. Now Jackson Stone's heavy, bloated balls were slapping against her chin.
Both of his hands were in her hair now, holding tight as he fucked into her face. Dinah couldn't see through her watery eyes but she could hear him just fine. It was clear he was enjoying himself.
"That's it. That's the way. Just like that." He praised in a raspy voice, using his hold to guide her bobbing head. "Come on, baby. Suck it!"
A part of Dinah wanted to drive her fist right into his balls. The same part that tried to speak - for all the good it did her with her mouth so stuffed. All she accomplished was sending muffled groans down the length of Stone's cock that was nestled between her lips. It was just her luck that Stone liked that too, bucking his hips even faster now.
The Black Canary was getting facefucked. That was her reality now. Dinah had seen that porn bootleg before, laughed it off like all the other Justice League women. It seemed so ridiculous and juvenile at the time. Even in a world with gods and monsters, it felt like an impossibility: the idea that a tough bitch like her could lose.
What would the other Leaguers think if they saw her like this? Wonder Woman? Barbara? Her own mother?
Fuck, what would Ollie… what would he…
Dinah tried to put her mind elsewhere… but still the thought turned her stomach, making her belly flip and twist and coil. God, she had goosebumps.
"Fuck…" Stone hissed. Dinah could see the solid muscles of his abdomen flex and tighten. She told herself the warmth running through her body was rage. "You've got a talented little mouth on you… I'm not surprised… You hero chicks are a cut above."
Dinah's eyes shot open. Wide open. She made a sound of shock, but with her mouth so full of meat, it was muffled into a pathetic squeal. Dinah brought her hands up to Stone's thighs, thinking to push away, to free herself.
But Stone's grip on her head was strong. His odor was strong, filling her nostrils, the musk making her heart hammer even harder. Her feeble attempt seemed to kick the man into high gear. His hips snapped into a blistering pace, his cock pummeling into her open mouth. More cock, more precum, more strikes to her throat.
"GLRKGLRKGLRKGLRKGLRKLGLRKGLRKGLRK!"
It was more than just domination. It was savage. Like he was a beast in rut. And down on her knees, Dinah could only sit there and take it.
Down in her soul, a part of Dinah that once fed her drive and her strength wilted and shrank. And there was another part - a twisted part - that stirred and grew and took to wicked flame.
The cock in her mouth, the taste of him, the pungent odor coming off those swinging balls, had Dinah swept into a powerful daze. Her blood was bubbling now, molten in her veins. The only thing hammering harder than her heart was the cock pumping into the back of her throat. Dinah gagged around him, her body trying to swallow him down. Every retreat had her heaving, and every thrust back in had her trembling. She hadn't taken the full length of him, but certainly more than half.
Stone's hands, large and powerful, had gone to the back of her head. More leverage. His thrusts came ragged and frantic. Tears were streaming down Dinah's cheeks. She could hardly breathe.
There was new tension in the man now. Dinah could feel it in his thighs… and in the cock spasming against the inside of her throat. The end was fast approaching. Stone was going to cum.
Dinah closed her eyes.
A few more thrusts and Stone reached his limit. His fingers dug into her scalp, taking fistfuls of her hair, and he drove his fast prick as deep as Dinah's throat would let him. The man held there, grinding his hard cock into her throat.
Stone let out a deep, satisfied groan. And Dinah whimpered.
She felt his cock spasm, felt the shaft swell just a bit thicker, felt his balls clench tight against her chin. Then came the flood. A rush of wet, sticky warmth into her mouth, into her gullet.
Cum. So much fucking cum. It shot into her, ropes and ropes and ropes of it, over and over. Every twitch and jerk of Stone's hips sent another volley of cream straight to the back of her mouth.
Stone painted her tonsils white. Planted his sticky, salty flag. He shot his load right down the Black Canary's throat. And Dinah Lance let it happen. She let all that cum slide down her gullet, down into her belly. She let the seed settle on her tongue, let that overwhelming flavor saturate on her taste buds. And when Stone finally drew his cock from her mouth, she gulped the remnants down too.
Dinah fell back on her ass when Stone released his hold. She struggled to breath, struggled to think, but Stone's earlier words still rang clear through her head. Enough for Dinah to reel from the revelation.
He knew. He knew the whole time.
The Black Canary had been damned from the start.
"Whew. I gotta respect the commitment, blondie. You really went all in on the club girl act." Stone had shuffled over to a cushioned, leather chair and sat down. His cock, drained and satisfied, hung down between his outstretched legs, dipping low over the seat edge from its own mass. The length was still smeared with remnants of his cum… and glistening from all the coatings of Dinah's own drool.
Dinah swallowed again, still tasting Stone. She looked from the cock that had battered her throat to Stone's stupid, grinning face. Still on her knees, her mind racing, all she could do was breathe.
He knows.He knows I'm Black Canary.
It was the opposite of numbness that she felt then. Every nerve ending was awake, alight. All the little hairs on her arms, her neck, were standing on end. Dinah's eyes flicked towards the private room's closed door. She was breathing heavily now, her heart beating so hard she could hear it.
"So…" Stone spoke again, relaxing into his seat. His cock bobbed slightly, tiny spasms making the little teardrop of cum hanging from the slit shake and jiggle. "You wanted some one-on-one time with Stone? I'd say you earned it. Gotta warn you though… Not a lot of women can handle a second round with me."
Dinah eyed his cock again. That little bit of cum at the slit… she licked her lips.
"I… I need…" Dinah stammered, slowly rising to her feet. She wiped some spittle from her lips and some of Stone's leftovers from the corner of her mouth. Some of it slipped into her mouth, catching on her tongue. The taste sent a twinge between her legs.
I need to get the fuck out of here.
No thoughts. No plan. Not anymore.
Dinah bolted for the door. Somehow she managed it, even on shaky legs. The door slammed open and she stumbled out into the VIP section. Men in suits, dancing girls, bouncers, Dinah raced past them all. She raced back into the main club, pushing through the crowd, shutting out the pounding music and the flashing lights and the people bustling around her. It was all a blur. None of them mattered. She just needed to get out.
The cold wind on her face felt like salvation. The glittering lights of nighttime Gotham shined above all - for the first time in Dinah's life, she saw that skyline and felt relief.
Even so, she kept running. She ran and ran and ran until her legs were sore. When she was sure she was alone, Dinah slipped into an empty alley. Lonely, dank, safe. She leaned against the brick wall, covering her mouth.
Dizzy. She felt so damn dizzy.
She let out a sound. Not a moan or a cry or a sob. A small, needy sigh.
Pathetic.
Dinah hugged her arms close to her stomach. She was quivering down to her core. And it wasn't because of the cold. Down between her legs, as desperate as she was to ignore it, was heat.
The Black Canary lost. That cold poison thrashing within was fear. But it wasn't for Jackson Stone.
END PART ONE