Kinktober 2023 - DpxDc edition

by Iril_The_Succubus (Iril_The_Warlock) (ao3)

Chapter 1: Leather & Latex & Pegging

It's a pair of rough leather cuffs, he can feel the softness of the inner lining as he shifts, the blindfold is wrapped tight over his eyes, the heavy smell of latex over his noes, enough to breath, but not deeply, he can feel a squishy ball in his hand, feel the cheap squeaker inside it and ready to sound if he grips too tightly. He knows to squeeze it twice to stop. He sighs softly around the toy in his mouth, it's length pressing just deep enough into his throat to let him breathe, but keeping him docile and quiet for her.

He can feel the tight pressure of the latex suit he's dressed in, his ass open to the air as his cock twitches under the heavy material. He can hear soft music flowing from a speaker on the other side of the room, a floral scent crosses his nose as he breathes in. He can hear the crackle of a wood wicked candle burning away near the bed he's strapped to and he knows from experience that the sheets have been swapped to a comfortable but easy to clean set.

The door creaks softly as it swings open, he can hear the crinkle of her matching latex suit as she crosses the room, hear the squirt bottle as she pumps it a few times, the sound of her gloves sliding over silicone, the bed creak as she kneels onto it behind him. He can feel her deft latex gloves pressing at his entrance, getting him ready for her.

He takes a breath and relaxes himself, he can feel the weight of the toy on his back as she's watching him. Feel it sliding back as she lines it up at his entrance. She taps a question into his cheeks with her gloves. He smiles around the gag at their one and two finger Morse code. It was a pain to learn after escaping his parents, but so worth it when he met her.

.-. . .- -.. -.-- ..--..

He nods his head, squeaking the toy once for yes.

He feels her slowly start sliding forward, the tip widening quickly, nubs on the toy sliding past his pliant ring as the toy enters him. The gentle curve of it as she leans into him. He feels her grip his cheeks and hold them open as she presses fully into him, The toy opening him up as she brings the base of it to hilt into him.

He can feel himself stretch as she waits for a moment with it pressing into him, a breath. Two. He shifts slightly with need, a twitch of his cock from where it's pressing into the latex. On the third breath she slides back out of him, slowly building up her pace as she starts to fuck him. It's almost a struggle to keep his breathing even as she changes from deep thrusts to short and quick ones. He feels a sting on his right cheek as she slaps his ass.

As he loses himself in the bliss of her fucking him, the candle burning quickly becomes too much, his senses overloaded as his breathing quickens a bit too much, his face pressing into the pillow below him as his cock twitches, her pace speeding up for a moment as she slams into him. He feels himself come as his hearing starts to blank out for a moment, his sight already dark, his breathing hitches as she pounds into him. He's just cognizant enough to grip the toy in his hand and squeak twice.

It's a moment of blankness before he feels his eyes open, looking up into his lovers soft blue-green eyes, her black hair cascading over her shoulder, some of it sticking to the latex suit she's still wearing, the hood pooling on her shoulder. He feels his mouth is empty and he flashes a smile up to her worried eyes.

He watches her slight frown soften and her hand comes up to sign at him, a smattering of quick, one handed signs and rapid fingerspelling as she frets of him. He smiles up to her and uses his now freed hands to tap into her thigh where his palm rests

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Her hand stills and he watches her eyes flash over his body, recounting his visible scars, the latex outfit still covering his worst ones, just like hers does. He sits up slowly, the latex crinkling as he does, her eyes locked on him.

He can see the candle blown out on the nightstand, the gag sitting next to the cuffs on the blindfold, he notices the toy tossed to the side of the bed, disconnected from her leather harness with the squeaker next to it, both tossed aside as she cared for him. He taps her back as he pulls her into a hug, a firm smile on his face as he does, pressing a kiss to her neck.

-.. .. -.. --. --- --- -.. ..-. . .-.. - --. --- --- -..

She holds him tight for a moment, squeezing him in the hug, pulling him back just enough to lock their lips together.

She taps his shoulder as she kisses him.

.-.. --- ...- . ..- --..-- .-- .- -. - ... .... --- .-- . .-. ..--..

He smiles at her, nodding & sitting up with her. It'll be a bit of a pain to slip out of the latex as they get ready to shower, but his girlfriend is always worth indulging in his book.

Chapter 2: Roleplay & Titfucking

His hands are rough as he throws her over his shoulder, the handcuffs clinking as he walks. She can see his thick boots leaving marks on the dust on the floor as he crosses the warehouse, and hear a creaking door open, before the soft thump of a worn mattress hits the ground behind her.

She's tossed onto it as he sets up a video camera on the side, adjusting the angle for a moment as she watches him. She moves to kneel rather than lay on the mattress.

He comes close and stands over her, two fingers bring her head to look up into his ice blue eyes, a lewd smirk on his lips. She feels his fingers tap her chin in a quick Morse code

--- -.- .-. . .- -.. -.-- ..--..

With the slightest nod, she brings her hands up like she's trying to grab his hands, tapping out a quick yes into his wrist when she grabs it. Mirth dancing in his eyes as he grabs her cuffed hands, dragging them up and onto a hook on the wall, leaving her arms bound above her. He leans in and presses a rough kiss to her lips, his teeth dragging over her lips and biting, his fang-like canine easily piercing into her lip, his cool tongue sliding over hers, the copper taste of her blood mixing with their saliva as his tongue fights with hers.

As he pulls away, she barely pulls back from following, her back coming away from the warehouse wall for a moment. She looks up to see the slight green mixing in his eyes as he grabs her shirt, the cheap cotton tearing easily when he rips it leaving her plain black sports bra exposed.

His smirk goes vicious, a low possessive growl coming from his throat as he leans in and runs his tongue over her collarbone, his fingers slowly pulling the zipper from the front of her bra, inch by inch slowly letting her mounds to hang exposed, the cool air of the warehouse stiffening her nipples as she gasps lightly.

His mouth moves down to her nipple, taking the soft flesh between his teeth, running his tongue over the tip of it. She feels him close his mouth around her areola before sucking on it, the sensation of her barbell piercing moving sending pleasing jolts up her spine as she feels him play with the other one with his fingers.

She looks up to see the red light of the camera blinking before elbowing back down at him. She feels a hand slide into her short skirt, his calloused fingers pressing on her folds, her latex panties the only barrier as he rubs at her.

He pulls back after a moment, the air frigid on her wet nipple as he stands, his jeans fall to his thighs as he frees his dick, the thick appendage flopping over his boxers as he slathers it in a bit of lube. Settling it between her tits, she feels him press them together, it doesn't do much for her, but that's part of the session they agreed on.

They've got their roles for now, her the damsel and he the villain. She'll break out soon and then turn the tables in a few minutes, but the view is pretty fun, his face always has the more adorable look when they're intimate, no matter how "villainous" his character is supposed to be. She feels his pace quicken as she leans her lips down, letting the tip of his cock touch as he goes. She knows he's close and opens her mouth as his pace jerks slightly, taking the tip into her mouth, sucking slightly as he finishes inside.

When his eyes close in his moment of bliss she snaps the thin plastic chain on her cuffs, letting them dangle on her wrists like the toy store jewelry they are she leaps up and presses their lips together again, kissing him roughly and making him taste himself as she takes control of the scene, carefully knocking then over so he's on his back now, their lips re-locking as she straddles him.

She feels him stiffen again after a couple of minutes of their kiss, his length pressed against the latex of her panties, her wet folds kept tightly behind their barrier as she slowly grinds into him. A hand snaking away from his hair, reaching down and pulling her panties to the side, the mixed aroma of sweat and her juices coming up as she slips a hand down to position him and take the tip of his length, quickly building a rhythm as she keeps their lips locked together, her tongue sliding over his fangs as she bunches his shirt in her fist.

He does hold out just long enough for her to reach climax as she feels her walls tighten around him, thick ropes of cum spilling into her as he gasps into her lips, a smile from her breaking their kiss, she sucks on his tongue as she slowly separates them, a whining moan slipping from his lips as she leans back, keeping him buried in her for a moment as his senses come back to him.

She locks eyes with him as she smirks mischievously, drawing his eye with her hand as she slides him out of her and slips her panties back over her dripping lips, not letting anything escape. His eyes widen as she slips down his body, cleaning his dick quickly before standing and shutting off the camera.

He taps twice on the wall as he stands, getting her attention, signing quickly to see how she liked the scene.

Her smirk widens as she signs back

"You ripped my shirt."

His rasping laugh echoed in the warehouse as he signed back.

"Meant to. Bra?"

She nodded and used the scraps of her shirt to wipe down her front before zipping her bra together.

Their walk hand in hand back to the apartment got the pair some a couple of gothamites, but no-one stopped them on their way back.

Chapter 3: Bukkake & Hate Sex

"Bitch."

"Whore." She says, staring at his dumb fucking red helmet as she pours another shot of vodka. It's a sickly green color, tastes like old socks and dill pickles, and has a high enough proof she only needs about three more before she can put up with his shit.

"There's no way that shit's good for your liver Ghost." The voice modulator in his helmet has this horrible little crackle as he speaks and she's dying to tear the stupid thing apart and fix it.

The shot glass clicks on the bar top as she starts setting up another shot, one down, two to go. "And neither is our night life, but let's compare trauma responses another night."

He shrugs in response, sliding a shot glass towards her on the bar.

Shaking her head and tossing the second shot back with a grimace. "Nah, this is my horrible little pick me up, get your own, red fucker."

Two down. One to go.

She can hear the smile in his voice as he sighs and reaches for a bottle off the shelf. Once he's got it poured and starts unceasing his helmet she steals his shot, downing it quickly, the whiskey is definitely too good for shots, but you know what they say about beggars and choosers. Her rueful smile tells him it's going to be a rough night, and his stolen shot is only the beginning.

"That's rude Bitch, just plain rude." The stupid domino mask he wears under the full face helmet is a bit tacky, but so is the bright red bat across his chest.

There's dust motes of plaster falling around the semi-ruins of the iceberg lounge as she sets up her third shot, taking her eyes off him to admire the handiwork of her favorite automatic shotgun that's leaning at her side, the stupid sculpture that cobblepot keeps rebuilding in the middle of the lounge chooses that moment to finish collapsing into a heap.

"Cheers." He says, holding out his now refilled shot glass.

One reluctant sigh later and she's clinking her glass with his, downing the horrible booze, and throwing the glass at the heap of plaster, wire frame, and marble in the middle of the room.

"Want to absolutely defile Cobblepot's office?" She offers, finally feeling the heady mix of fading adrenaline, dopamine, and alcohol settle.

"You're the fucking worst, you know that?" He says, a grimace tight on his face, cheeks showing a touch of blush as he downs a second shot. "But yeah, sure, why the fuck not."

Her lips twitch into a touch of a smile, as she throws the horrible bottle of booze towards the empty penguin enclosure, the whole thing would be cleaned, fixed and cleaned again before cobblepot brought his little flightless demons back inside anyway, and the shattering crash was worth the horrible pickle aftertaste of the booze anyway.

"I mean, I could be worse, at least I'm no longer queen regent there, dead boy." She full on smirks at his barely hidden flinch. Grabbing her gun and heading towards the back room for the stairs, she knows it does something to her long buried dream of being a psychologist to play with someone's triggers like that, but your parents attempts to vivisect you, a double homicide, being in charge of a dimension of immortal, immoral, obsessive and eldritch beings during a painful recover for yourself while taking care of the injured king, your brother, quickly put that dream to a swift death behind the woodshed.

Tears and spilled milk and all that.

Her boots crunch on some of the glass as she makes her way up the stairs, hearing the same from his boots a few paces behind her.

Crossing into the office she sets the gun against the wall, and waits for him to come in. It doesn't take him long, there's a clink as he drops his holster to the side. His pistols clanking as they settle next to her shotgun.

"Nice place" He says with a whistle, taking in the opulent marble, ebony and gold of the office. She lets him enjoy it for a moment before grabbing him by the shirt and pressing him into the desk, biting at his neck as she rips the shirt off of him, feeling his hands resting against her hips. There's a moment of hesitation from him that she absolutely exploits as she traces her fingers roughly over his scars, the Y incision on his chest a mirror to her own. His was neatly sewn back together when he was laid to rest.

Hers wasn't.

She digs her nails into his hips, a low growl of impatience before she steps back. "Strip." She commands, pulling her kevlar top off, dragging her bra with it as she does.

The heavy fabric pools on the ground next to her with a soft thump as she starts on her pants before she hears a soft gasp when he takes in her scars, the bright green entwined with the long healed cuts, a rough Y cut through her abdomen where she felt too much come out and not enough go back in on that horrible table. The choppy lines of a poorly stitched closed wound, where she had to finish stitching herself closed when her brother's shaking hands gave out on him as he tried to put his sister back together once she had fallen after putting a scalpel through their parents' necks.

There's a swarm of lichtenberg scars making up most of her left breast where her core was induced, Frostbite was a fantastic healer, but was too far away, and their grandfather was kind enough to give her the ring and crown as regent for long enough to ensure Danny's long term health.

She's not a pretty sight, and she'll wear a bikini just to see the horrified faces at the beach at this point, but she's mostly alive and she'll be damned if anyone tries to take that from her again.

She was in the middle of something a moment ago…. Tossing her boots at Jason as she stands in just her panties finally breaks him from his staring. He jolts and fumbles the boots before dropping them to the side.

"Get a good look?" She drawls at him, deciding to take what she wants as he stammers a response, she undoes his pants, finally seeing what she's working with. He's at half mast before she runs a nail along the base, drawing out a slight gasp from him as he stiffens in more ways than one.

Roughly grabbing his package she stares into his eyes, green flecks swimming in her cobalt eyes, she watches with a sick smile as his eyes swim with confusion, a touch of fear, and excitement before a swirl of green slips into his eyes as well. She leans in close, biting his ear and whispering. "I'll stop when you say Lazarus."

He breathes deep as she's nibbling his earlobe, her fingers sliding down his length and slowly pumping him, she trails a few bites down his neck, and kneeling at his package, looking up to him with a glint in her eye as she locks eyes with him, flashing her fangs for a split second to see his eyes light with fear again before she's taking him in her mouth.

He's warm as she lets his shaft slide into her throat, not giving him time to prepare before she's working away on him, her hands holding him in place as her sharpened nails scratch into his rear. She can feel him getting close before she takes him deep, pressing her nose close into his groin as she feels him cum, swallowing around him as she drains him dry.

When she pulls back from him, licking his tip clean, she stands and sheds her panties, the black fabric tossed to the side near her cargo pants. Pressing him into the desk, she climbs onto him, holding him in place as she straddles his dick, she can see a touch of the fabled pit madness rising at being used like a cheap toy as she smirks, pressing herself down over him, letting him fill her for a moment before pulling back. She knows he must be sensitive, starting up right after he came like that, but she doesn't find she cares much.

They're antagonistic enough of the time, her territory crossing his in a power play that shook the alleys of Gotham in the midnight hours, they don't come to blows often, and an arrangement like theirs will only last so long before something snaps, so she'll enjoy using him up while it lasts.

It's a few minutes into riding him, holding his wrists to the desk when his eyes flash again as she lets him throw them up into a standing position, the strength he's using isn't comparable to hers, not after she was Formed while wearing the crown and ring, but she enjoys the game of it all. She lets him throw them into a standing position, throwing her legs around his hips and fucking him while he staggers them towards the nearby wall. She lets him turn the tables, pounding her into the wall, she feels the cool ebony wood of the wall almost crinkle behind her from the impact. She leans in and puts a nice bite into his collar, her fangs piercing his shoulder as she enjoys his pace picking up in his fury.

She lets her core filter through the ecto in the Lazarus water in his blood, his barely formed core channeling the fluid through him. She feels the sweet candy-like flavor of the fermented ectoplasm slip past her tongue, the slightest hint of dill and cum washed away in the delicious flavor. She sucks at his shoulder until she feels him stiffening more beneath her, filling her with his seed. It's almost a shame she's not got ovaries anymore, but her core will let her have a child if she ever settles down anyway, for now she's let him have his fun and she uses her strength to toss him back and out of her, folding him over the table and taking him in an Amazon press, great auntie Pandora throws the best orgies and one can learn a lot from a four armed goddess both on the battlefield and in the bedroom, and she quickly has him moaning and whimpering as she fucks him into the marble top.

"You're my toy for tonight Hood, try to remember that pretty boy." She says, teasing tone in her voice as she pounds him into the table top.

"Are y-unf-you all talk there little miss Ghost?" He manages to bite out as she presses him into the table again, changing their position and drawing a gasp from him.

"Keep talking and I'll put your mouth to use for me like the good toy you are." She says, watching his face with mirth as she fucks him into the table.

"Bet." He says, like the brat he is. Ancients she hates him and his stupid pretty smirk.

"Fine, I did warn you." She leans back from him, letting his dick flop onto his stomach. He watches with a raised eyebrow as her form ripples for a moment, before two identical, save for the brilliantly white hair, honest to Gods copies of herself split from her form, each of herself smirking at him, before splitting off again to leave him surrounded by 4 white haired copies of Ghost. He doesn't have much time to question her before the original of his most frustrating lover is settling back into her original position, taking his length into herself.

It's a matter of seconds before the copies take up position around him, one taking each of his hands and pressing them into soft mounds of flesh, using his fingers as rudimentary dicks as she uses him like a toy. He's not able to watch for long as another version of her slides a leg over his face, his vision obscured by her knees. He looks up to lock eyes with a brilliant and infuriating smirking copy before his mouth is occupied with her cunt, riding his face and giving him the choice to cooperate or suffer the consequences.

He quickly loses track of the last copy of her in the rush of being used fully, he thinks he can hear the shutter of a phone camera somewhere and grimaces into the pussy he's eating out. He knows just how brutal she can be about blackmail and this definitely buys her a favor or two with his vindictive siblings.

Not all of her brothers powers were easy to learn, part of that was how they formed differently, each channeling the full might of the realms in different ways, his portal accident and her regalia powered change, but some definitely came far easier to her than him. She easily finds that duplicates are a girl's best friend, especially when she can leave them linked to herself rather than having to split them off like drones as Vlad did. There's the joy of fucking your boy toy, and then there's the absolute bliss of having 4 of yourself use him like an overcomplicated sex toy while also flicking your own bean and getting juicy blackmail for the future.

Yeah. Duplicates are the best.

It's a blissful half an hour and several more orgasms from Hood when she's more satisfied and riding the edge of her orgasm across all of her duplicates. A shiver of excitement trails up her spine as she gathers her selves around his slightly dazed head, each painting him in her cum as they chain orgasms back to back, flowing back into her main self as she paints him in fluids. She giggles lightly as she finally takes in the wrecked look on his face, dripping in a mix of his cum that she spilled onto him, her cum from her duplicates and the sluggishly bleeding mix of red and green still dripping from his shoulder all puddling around his head.

She pulls herself off of him, not caring that they've rendered the desk uncleanable and dripping over the floor where she stands, she leans in and presses a short but soft kiss into his lips.

He huffs out a breath barely as she slips her lips from his. "You're..huff…the… worst." He says, and she can see his eyes close behind his mask on the table in relief a moment later.

"I'm the fucking best excuse you Hood. You're just a wimp and can't handle my awesomeness." She says, laughing as he sits up from the puddle just to give her a raised eyebrow.

"The clone things?" He asks, huffing as he stands slowly, he's favoring his sore hips and his fingers seem to be a mix of exhausted and asleep as he fumbles with his pants.

"There is a reason my code name is Ghost you know. I'm not fully of the Dead," and he can hear the capital letter there what the fuck. "But I'm not fully alive either, there are many benefits to being of the Realms." She says cryptically and he can hear the capital letter again, seriously what the fuck.

He doesn't have much time to figure it out before there's a soft splashing sound, and she's fully dressed again, a new puddle that looks suspiciously like cum near where her boots were dropped and she's fading out like a ghost on a badly produced Ghostbusters horror rip off, flickering out of existence and the sound of boots walking to the door.

The last thing he hears before she's gone is "have fun with the walk of shame Hood." Before he can feel she's gone.

It takes him a moment later to realize he's still covered in a mix of his and her cum and naked, and she took his guns when she left.

"Fuuuuck."

Chapter 4: Teratophilia | Prostitution

Danny kissed Cass as he got up in the afternoon, setting a pot of coffee for her for when she got up and moving around and tossing a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and scribbling a note before sticking it to the fridge, letting her know he loves her and that he's going to be at work all night and that he'll bring home groceries since they're running low on eggs and cheese.

As he fixes his traveler mug of coffee for the walk to his shop the toaster pops, his only slightly burnt toast buttered and in hand, Danny locks up the apartment before heading out to work.

When they managed to get the anti ecto acts repealed Danny was in a great position as a heavily injured foreign diplomat that had been wronged by the United States government and leveraged that to slide in some extremely lenient punishments and workarounds and loopholes for several restrictive laws. Primarily by being able to declare obsessions as Realms law not under US jurisdiction.

This did open up several new options for business that were illegal before, but could be run by having a ghost with an adjacent obsessions run the building instead. There's only a few right now, but the Ghostly Gaming halls are running smooth in several big cities, like Vegas and with a couple scattered around the states, along with one just outside the narrows in Gotham run by Danielle. She's having fun with running it like a high class parlor style instead of the ghost themed one in Vegas.

Ember took advantage of the new loophole to open up a brothel in Gotham, turns out part of her obsession hinged on being intimate and so she was able to get the approval from the Realms embassy to open Monsterfucker's Delight, directly across from Wayne tower. Ember cackled for days when the approval form came down from the observant in charge.

Things were a bit touch and go when they first got started, but settled down after a few weeks, especially once Danny took up the job there, Ember pays well and while he doesn't need the money, what with technically being the king and having the realms coffers at his disposal, but he does enjoy the work & most of the people are nice.

Ember is actually a pretty great matron for the brothel, and has a small bar and sex toy shop in the front of the house along with a few floors of the building dedicated to housing both clients and her workers since she was able to hire more than just Realms Ghosts, which is how Danny got the job. She gets a kick out of having King baby pop working for her and he gets a cushy job where he can let out some of the instincts from his ghost half without having to pick up a cowl or cape again.

Slipping inside the front door of the building, he gives a nod to Ember and punches the time clock. One short elevator ride later and Danny's on "his" floor of the Delight for the evening. Letting his transformation rings roll over him he checks the list for the day, the couple in 301, one male, one female, want a monster to break down their wall and have its way with them, 304's nonbinary resident wants to be filled with tentacles, and 307's guy wants to bathe in monster cum. They're relatively tame tonight, but he knows the wild customers don't come in until around midnight.

His form went much more eldritch when he took up the crown and ring full time, his sister managed to keep a relatively human shape, while his turned into a writhing mass of tendrils, tentacles, horns, spikes and goo. And yet his voice is still completely fried in ghost form, sure he can growl and make threatening noises, but speech is completely off the table for him. It's only a bit frustrating since apparently ghost speech works with Morse code being a "dead enough" language to be included so he can tap it out and it'll be translated to his subjects… at least the ones that can't understand ASL.

The wall to 301 is easy enough to phase through as he picks up the couple, shredding the cheap linens Ember includes in their overnight package as he starts to ravage them. He lets a pack of his tentacles slide along the floor towards 304, letting them phase through the floor and up under the bed in the room, creeping into and over and around themselves as he fills all of their available holes, sliding a couple of small tendrils through where they're not normally able to fit using a mix of intangibility and his Ghostly anatomy to give them an experience they'll not forget.

307 is easy to please, he sets a couple of thicker gooey tendrils towards that room, sliding in up and around to drag the guy into the large tub in the bathroom, letting the tendrils slide over and around the guy while constantly expelling cum over him, filling the tub with him in it, the tendrils wrapping over his legs and pleasuring him while he does.

Danny doesn't get much out of the couple as they're fucked senseless, he mostly lets his instincts keep them pleased, he does enjoy watching as his all the way through special works wonders connecting the two in a kiss, the tendril he uses for that being a fun bit of intangible through most of the body but still giving that filled from both ends feeling where the nerves stop responding correctly.

He's playing with his rooms for a while until a ding signals a new room has filled up, and checking the list he sees room 302 was marked specialty by Ember as a bat so he's interested to see which of his girlfriend's family popped in to visit. Letting a sensory tentacle go invisible he dips it into the room to see a fully geared up Red Robin sitting cross legged on the bed in the room with a coffee and a laptop. He smiles and slips a tendril up and around the bats wrist, tapping out a hello into his wrist and keeping the coffee from spilling when he flinches.

"Jesus Danny, you scared the hell out of me there." Tim says, before calming and taking a sip of his coffee.

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Danny asks, his focus mostly on Tim as the couple settle into a blissed out mess, 304's occupant giving the signal that they'd like him to keep going while they sleep, and 307's guy enjoying soaking in the cum and Danny's thick tendrils playing with him softly.

"I know you're open with Cass during work, so I was hoping to get you to ravage me again." Tim says, his laptop put away and the coffee settled to the nightstand.

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"Timothy Drake-Wayne can't be seen coming here, but Red Robin coming here looks like bad cosplay." He says, a shrug on his shoulders.

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Tim takes a moment to think before standing and deciding to strip. "Nah, I'll need it for patrol tomorrow, got any of those speare clothes? Could go for a shredded outfit play too."

The tendril leaves his wrist as he stands, pointing to a cabinet nearby, sliding the door open and showing several sets of inexpensive but folded clothes in a soft gray color.

Tim dresses quickly before laying on the bed and flashing an OK symbol with his hand.

Right when Danny's going to get started he hears a ding for another visitor, 308 settles in for a similar experience to 304. Danny sends another few tendrils their way, double checks his other guests and focuses back in on Tim, letting several of his extra slimy tentacles phase up through the bed to wrap around Tim, slipping a speaker into his palm and that his safeword is Batarang.

Tim gives a snort of amusement as his limbs are spread, a tentacle curling its way up and around his thigh, nubs brushing against his groin as it moves under his shirt to wrap his torso, the tip at his mouth. He can feel more tentacles join the first as they slide under the clothes he's wearing, one pressed to his rear, another wrapping his shaft, he feels the stretch of the clothes as they're filled to bursting by an undulating mass of boneless limbs.

There's a second of stillness before he hears the first tear, then a second, then it's all at once, a flex of tension like a full body hug as the clothes burst into ribbons, the tips pressing at his entrances. His mouth fills with a slick tentacle, the limb battling with his as it winds around his tongue. He gasps around the tentacle as his rear is pressed open, a thick mass pressing into him, before he feels it splayed open inside him, the tentacles sliding over one another as they go deeper before sliding back, nubs and ridges pressure over his prostate as they writhe.

He's suspended over the bed by his spread limbs and supported by a ball of tendrils, he can see them stretching down from the ceiling and up from the bedframe. He feels one slip into the tip of his dick as another pumps him around it, there's a pair wrapped around each thigh, suction cups pulling and pressing into his inner thigh, as he feels a moan tear involuntarily from his throat.

He feels an orgasm rock through his body, his filled tip spurting around the thin tendril that's filling him, the mass squeezing around his ass as he feels his walls tighten.

Tim is lost in bliss after that, the tentacles writhing over his mass as he's fucked all over, every zone he knows from his anatomy studies, and more he knows Danny's found through experience, are pressed, played with and stimulated. He gives the sign for him to continue even if he's passed out, his body in too much bliss to give this feeling up for a silly little thing like exhaustion or sleep.

Danny let's his tendrils work over Tim as the man fell asleep in his bounds, checking on his other customers for a few minutes, settling into a relaxing evening as his last rooms of the floor filled up.

The Delight's accommodations were fantastic, and so after his 11 hours for the night were wrapping up, he slipped his tendrils from each occupant, and pulled them back to himself. Intangibility was a wonderful power for quickly cleaning up after hours of vigorous sex, but nothing beat the luxurious showers Ember had set up in the staff break and locker rooms, the Delight was a premium establishment and the Meta and Ghostly workers were extremely well compensated, especially with Embers record business, and punk sensibilities supplemented her take from the Delight's profits.

Danny got dressed again in a comfortable hoodie and jeans, with his favorite pair of boots, clocked out, and nodded to Ember as she helped a couple pick out sex toys then headed back to his apartment to cuddle with his girlfriend and sleep.

Chapter 5: Collaring

It started as an apprenticeship, Dr. Isley may have had her moments of roguishness and with the occasional villainy, but Sam saw it as a touch of obsession and Eco-Terrorism, which she was on board with. She's known a few ghosts in her life and after the whole "second major battle/takeover with Undergrowth" that amity dealt with right after FentonWorks detonated. Sam's plant powers really kicked in.

So, apprenticeship, it was great for the first while, Dr. Isley's the top of the field in biological studies and manipulation of plant matter, and managed to stay on this side of interacting with The Green.

The minor bedroom fling between her and Dr. Isley sort of just happened at one point, it was an extended camping trip in an overgrown graveyard, a slightly too small tent, and a break between Dr. Isley and Harley that led to the moment between them.

Harley handing her a very plush leather collar when they got back, with her name embroidered in a rich purple and a thin corded leash sealed the deal.

Sam's not one much for following, but there's a distinctly freeing feeling of being collared and led into the bedroom, cuddled close between two powerful women and put to use.

Sam touches her bare neck as she's waiting for the gate to open, her Manson fortune inheritance came in nicely, and the mansion she has on the Gotham outskirts is a nice step away from her parent's place in Amity, just Gothic enough for her tastes, and she goes to her required three galas a year per her mother's wishes. Having two beautiful women on her arm at each lets her feel rebellious enough that she can have fun at the things away.

The nice suit she's wearing, and her favorite combat boots, help as well.

As the gate swings closed behind them, she leads her girlfriends up the walk as Bud and Lou come to greet them, Bud leaping into a hug with harley showering him in praise for being a good boy, while Lou sits primly in front of Sam, receiving a few headsets and a chin scratch for his troubles, the snort of amusement from Pamela is paid back when he trots over and gives her a few licks on the calf.

When the hyenas have had their fill of attention they sprint off to the other side of the property, cackling like mad as the trio make their way inside.

In the entryway Sam strips, her suit jacket hung on the coat rack, as her other clothes are dropped into the hamper in the coat closet, she stands at attention for Harley. The woman's soft, nimble fingers trailing over her shoulders as she smiles down at Sam, Pam standing behind her, trailing a cool green finger up her spine, sending a shiver through the smaller woman. Slipping the collar around her neck, Harley lets Pamela latch it closed.

She leans in on one side of their pet, Pam mirroring her on the other side and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. Harley whispers into her ear, "you were such a good girl tonight, did you enjoy having your mistresses on your arm?" Harley bites Sam's earlobe as she waits for a response, the younger woman twitching between them.

"Yes, mistress. I had a lovely time tonight. Could your pet show you how much she enjoyed her night out?" Sam asks, another small shiver running through her as Pamela nibbles on her neck.

"Well Ives, should we let our dear show us how much she had fun?"

"We shall, dearest Harley." Ivy says, pulling away from Sam, clicking a leash into place, letting the silk rope drape over the small woman's shoulder as she uses her free hand to pull Harley up the stairs to the bedroom, Sam trailing along behind.

As they make it into the bedroom, Harley takes the lead and ties it to the headboard, gesturing for Sam to climb on the bed. As Sam gets situated Ivy let's her dark green leaf dress fall to the floor of the master suite, Harley's deep red gown following it shortly after, the pair are wearing a matching set of black lace underwear as they climb onto the overlarge bed, the pillows still rumpled from their adventure this morning, comforter tossed onto the loveseat on the other side of the room.

Ivy trails a finger between Sam's cheeks, her nimble digit tapping the jeweled plug once, twice, three times before pulling her hand away. "Our good girl was very good, she even wore our present all night for us."

"Ooh! What a good sweetie for getting ready for her mistresses, should we reward our good girl Pammy?"

"We should Harls, maybe she should get to taste her mistress while I make sure her efforts for us weren't in vain?" Ivy offers, watching Sam shiver in anticipation as Harley trails a finger through her dripping snatch, bringing it away and tasting their pet, her lips smacking together as she pulls her own panties off slowly, teasingly for their plaything.

Would you like to taste your mistress, Pet?"

"Yes, mistress." Sam says, her eyes locked onto Harleys pussy.

"And would you like your mistress to fuck you? Fill you up nice and good? Use you until you're a gibbering mess?" Harley asks, watching as Pam pulls out their strap, sliding a favorite dildo into place, the vibrator remote slipped easily into Harleys palm.

"Yes please, mistress." Sam says, a thin line of drool slipping from her lower lips, hands pressed tightly to her sides so she doesn't stray and play with herself, she wants her reward, and a punishment would only delay that.

"Bend over for me sweetling, Mistress needs to get this toy out of you." Pam says, a light hand pressing at Sam's back pushing the girl towards Halrey's waiting pussy. "No touching yet dear." Pam interrupts before Sam's tongue can make contact.

Barely restrained, Sam pulls her tongue back. "Y-yes mistress."

Harley giggles slightly, her hands spreading her folds open, watching with mirth as Sam's eyes dig into her loins.

Pam uses a hand to spread the girl's cheeks again, her free hand pulling softly on the plug, before letting it slip back into place. She stretches her younger partner on the toy as she teases it out, locking eyes with Harley and smiling for a moment, letting it sink back in place, relishing in the shiver that runs through Sam.

"Good girl." Pam whispers out, as the large toy slips from the girl's ass with a soft plop, her stretched hole gaping for the toy to be replaced.

A soft moan escapes their pet's lips, the girl rocking forwards slightly and pressing a cheek into Harley's thigh, hee breath hot on the ex-clown's pussy.

"We've teased you enough little pet, you may eat sweetie." Harley allows, only too excited by the warmth from their lover.

"Thank you mistress." Sam breathes out, her lips pressed to Harley's pussy a moment later, feeling Ivy's well lubed toy pressing at her open rear a moment later, the thick silicone sliding into her slowly as she laps at the bright red folds of Harley's pussy.

Pamela starts slow as she watches Harley hold back a moan, Sam's deft tongue working over her folds, a finger already slipping into the woman's pussy and pressing the node of nerves as her tongue worked over her clit. Feeling the finger slide in unasked, Harley takes her minor revenge by turning Ivy's toy to its fullest setting, the heavy duty vibrator buzzing away through the layer of silicone.

Her pace eventually picks up, rolling her hips into Sam's as they fuck. As Harley moans again, Pamela watches her lover climax, painting Sam's face, the younger girl's tongue still working away until she's ordered not to, before feeling the collar pull her away from Harley, face dripping, as Ivy's dildo picks up pace again, the small woman leaning onto Pam as she's fucked roughly, her tits bouncing as Harley decides to lean in, pressing her tongue up through Sam's pussy.

Lost in her lust, being double teamed by her mistresses, it's not long before Sam comes as well, returning the favor of painting her lover's face, only to have harley smile up at her, face wet and eye's shining with mirth.

"Dear pet, did we say you could cum?" Ivy whispers into her ear.

Sam rapidly pales, stammering through her heady, post climax rush. "N-no Mistress."

"I believe a punishment is due, don't you dearest?" Ivy asks harley, knowing that her longtime partner made Sam cum on purpose.

"It is! Maybe she should keep your toy warm tonight, while she gets you off as well, doesn't that sound delightful?" Harley offers, her tone light and airy as she runs another finger through Sam's folds, teasing the woman's sensitivity after climax.

"That does sound delightful, perhaps she should sleep covered in our cum as well, she did misbehave."

With a devilish wink from Harley, Sam agrees. "Yes, mistress"

Pressing the dildo into her rear once again, holding it in place as Harley helps unstrap the harness and reverse it, so it's holding the toy inside her and not letting it slip free.

"There we go, now dear pet, it's time for your meal." Harley says, using the collar to press Sam into Ivy's waiting pussy, her green skin meeting up to a bright red flower, Sam's purple painted lips meet and start to suckle on her clit, arms restrained by Harley as she's held in place, knees still wobbling from her climax, Sam works her tongue through Ivy's folds, drawing a soft moan from her red haired lover.

Her nose is pressed into that flower a moment later by harley, taking her cue to slide her tongue into their lover, using the slick muscle to pull another moan as it slides over her G-spot a moment later, and she spends the next few minutes tongue fucking Pamela, her ass filled with the large buzzing toy from earlier, before the Red-head cums almost violently into her mouth, painting her lips and face in a fresh wave of juices.

When she's pulled away with a gasp, Sam's face is covered, her eyes slightly hazed as she pants softly, her limbs boneless as they're held tight to Harley, she barely manages to stammer out, "T-thank you mistresses." As her eyes are sliding closed in exhaustion.

"Aww Ives, our poor Sammy is all tuckered out." Harley offers, a playful smirk on her lips, offering a hand to Ivy.

"We'll be merciful tonight dear, she was a very good girl for us during the Gala."

A slight pout crossed Harley's face, before she lightly shrugs, helping to position a tuckered out Sam near the headboard, a soft pillow beneath her head.

"Big or little spoon Pammy?"

"I'll take big, she'll be buzzing all night and you might not sleep otherwise."

"Valid, I'd be humping our dear all night, damn energizer batteries." Harley says, sliding in front of Sam, smiling warmly as her arms cradle her unconsciously.

Ivy slips behind Sam, a warm tingle from the buzzing toy in Sam's rear pressed to her sex, holding the toy in place while cuddling the smaller woman tight, laying a hand over to rest on Harley as well, the trio sleeping soundly a few minutes later.

Omake: Sam's Gala Night Out

The collar rested softly around her neck, the amethyst's glinting in the sun as the day wear collar that Ivy got her for her birthday was displayed proudly at the front of her suit jacket, her hand resting in Ivy's as she's led to the dance floor. Harley smiling from the punch table and raising a glass of champagne. The rich purple of the collar matched perfectly with the deep blue and purple of the nebula embroidered across her suit jacket, crisp blue shirt drawing attention to the amethysts around her neck, while the neckline of the suit jacket hides the leash that's clasped to the back of the collar, trailing down her arm and held firmly in Ivy's hand.

They dance and twirl the night away, as the heavy ball bearing in her plug keeps Sam on the edge of climax for half the night, only made worse when Harley takes her leash and leads her through an exciting tango and a quickstep that nearly brings her over the edge.

Sam's dying to drag one or both of her mistresses into a broom closet before the night dies down, maybe there's something to these Galas after all.

Chapter 6: Chastity

Dani liked to travel, she's always stay home for a while when she got the chance, but her obsession usually dragged her out on another adventure, in the realms or on her planet after a while, that's not to say she doesn't spend any time in Gotham where her dad/original/template lives, but she'd pack up and go out on an adventure every few months just to see the world if she needed to.

Getting back from Peru after this last trip she found her boyfriend waiting at the gate for her, it may have been a red eye flight home, and he was nice enough to come pick her up. She'd have to reward him when they got back to his condo.

One drive into the city at night let Dani follow Tim into their apartment, leaving a few rolls of analog film on the countertop for them to develop together later, and an upload to their cloud storage queued, with a backup folder of all the naughty photos she took on her adventures set aside to upload separately.

"It's technically the first hon, are you all locked up for the month?" Dani asked, a playful hint to her tone.

Tim grimaced slightly. "Sorry babe. I, uh, I did get the pickup order from the Delight though, what was it you special ordered?"

"I'm glad you asked, babycakes." Dani strips out of her traveling clothes, tossing them into a hamper and picking up the special order box from the Delight. It was a touch pricey, but she's the princess so the coffers really aren't going to be bled dry if she splurged. "I had a feeling you might forget what month we're in, so I got you something special for the month!"

She pulls out a set of concentric rings, the rings slimming down as they go towards the front where the last loops around half way on the front of the ring.

"It's a special cage, just for my boy for Locktober, custom from one of Ember's most skilled enchanting suppliers for you. It's designed to keep you from cumming at all while you wear it, you can get right to the very edge, but won't tip over. Plus it's got a special feature that you'll find out once we get it on you and give it a try tonight."

Dani knew her boyfriend had some interesting tastes, especially with their open-while-she's-away-relationship, it worked out for both of them pretty well. She knew she was a lot, and that he had some desires her ghost form couldn't hit but the Delight catered to, and she did occasionally enjoy sampling some foreign tastes, of all varieties, while she was away on an adventure. But when she's in town she can be pretty intense, and found that Tim Drake, CEO to Wayne tech and nighttime vigilante Red Robin, had the type and temperament to need intense, but shorter relationships. They worked well since they balance well, she's not home long enough to have their fun go into the negative relationship zone, and he's able to keep up with her high octane sex life and rambling adventures. Being pseudo immortal definitely helped quell his traumas over loved ones dying while on an adventure.

Best not to think about it too much.

Wanting to help him strip down with a touch of intangibility, she kissed him and let his clothes fall away from him, pulling him towards the bed, she got the new cage ready for him while he settled his errant erection, and applying a layer of lube to help get the cage in place to start with.

When she popped back into the bedroom from the master bath, she helped slip him into the cage, the runes lighting up in Lazarus green for a moment before dimming, letting out a nice padlock sound as the cage closed over his dick. It was full size right now, and so gave him a bit of room to play with. Leaning in to give his caged dick a quick kiss, just to tease him, she looked up into his eyes.

"It's set to come off in a month exactly, you'll have to survive the extra few hours in November for being late in getting prepared for locktober babe."

Tim deflated a bit at that, before looking at her again as he felt her lips brush the inside of his thigh. "Dani, what are you doing now?"

"Hmm? Oh, well, time to show you how the surprise of the cage works." She continued to stroke over his inner thigh, his dick twitching as her cold lips pressed to his sensitive spots.

"Oh, well, thank you dear." Tim said, his tone a bit confused, since she did say this cage won't let him cum.

It's a few minutes of teasing before Dani manages to get him right at the edge, he can feel the magic taking effect when he's almost over the edge, and just like she said, he's not able to find that release.

Then he feels it. "Did… did it just shrink?"

Dani gives it a once over, looking at the cage and inspecting it with a curious eyeball. "Did it? I can't tell?"

"Dani this thing is attached to my manhood, I think I can tell if it just shrank." Tim says, slightly exasperated.

"Hm, maybe we should test that feature again, I'm not sure if it took effect." Dani says, teasing smirk on her lips as she starts to play with him again, his aroused state bringing him close to the edge again, before he feels it again.

"It does! It shrinks when I would cum! Dani this thing is evil." There's just a touch of panic in his voice as he squeaks out softly. "I don't want it to shrink my dick off."

Dani falls off of him while laughing. "It won't dear, it's enchanted to shrink the cage and any attached parts or bits if it would get too small, so you don't have to worry if we get you to the edge too much dear, your manhood is safe, all locked up nice and pretty for me while I get to shrink it away. All. Month. Long."

There's not much Tim can do to that except whimper slightly. Damn feral girlfriend. He loves her so much.

Two days later and she's Pegging him from behind, he can feel the cage shrink at least three times that night.

Dani does little things throughout his first two weeks locked up to being him to the edge while he's going about his day, occasionally letting him slip to the shrinking point before vanishing and popping up at home later that night with a mirthful expression.

The worst instance was at the beginning of his third week locked up, Dani had him wearing a vibrating plug through a few board meetings a few days later, his mind foggy and hazed the whole day. He takes a break in his office to catch a power nap when Tam asked how many days awake it's been this time, he would've argued about it, but he just needed some kind of release, even if it meant the cage getting that much tighter. Locking the door to his office he hears a snicker before Dani lets her invisibility drop from behind him, her strap already in place and ready for him.

"Come looking for a distraction hon?"

"Fuck, yes please, this thing is driving me mad and I don't even care anymore, fuck me please Dani." Tim groans, dropping his pants and just bending over his desk, giving her easy access. It still feels like it takes her too long to pull the plug out and enter him, quickly bringing him to that damnable edge, the cage shrinking that much more as he's lost in bliss for a few moments.

Dani brings him to the edge three more times before Tam knocks on the door, giving him a five minute warning to "Please be presentable for your need meeting in 10 boss, and hi lady boss, please get out of Tim, we need him back soon."

Thank goodness Tam's office is soundproofed from the rest of their floor.

She giggles before vanishing the mess around the desk, his dripping dick leaving wet spots on his tiles, slipping out of his rear, slapping his ass and vanishing from sight again.

"Thanks babe, love you." Tim says to the empty room. He can see Dani flicker back into existence long enough to give him a quick peck on the lips before he knows she's back at their apartment.

The last week might have been the worst of it so far, she managed to work with Tam to clear his schedule the last half of the week, so she spent three whole days getting him to the edge, letting his cage shrink slightly tighter, slightly smaller before she brought out her final taunt for the month.

They're in their shared bedroom, he's tied up, with a squeaker in his hands, a piece of duct tape over his mouth, and holding a pocket pussy over where his shrunken dick and cage sit.

Dani's favorite toy is strapped to her hips, tip touching his rear, before she slides it up and presses it into the pocket pussy, a look of outrage on his face, small moans and whimpers leaving his lips as she presses into the toy over and over again, ignoring him but leaving him wanting, the movement jostling his needy dick.

She continues with this for a few minutes, teasing and taunting him as she pounds into the pocket pussy, before finally taking mercy on him and slipping into his rear. Three thrusts in and he's fallen over the edge, he feels the cage shrink again, his dick having shrunk with it magically over the last few days, making him nearly flat down there now.

It's finally early on the morning of the first of November, Dani is flicking the tiny cage softly, a finger slipped in his ass and playing with his prostate as she treats the cage like it's a tiny clit, she's counting down the minutes for him, waiting for when the cage will resize and release him from his month. He's unbelievably excited and ready to cum, the last day nearly driving him mad.

Finally he feels it, the cage's magic expanding, the pressure he's felt all month releases, his dick growing over the course of about a minute as the cage reverts to normal size. When it finally finishes growing, it clicks apart and drops into a small pile of rings on the bed.

"Finally! After 31 long days, I'm free!" He says, in his best maniacal cackle, as Dani giggles at him.

"Well done babe, you survived, I'm so proud." She lays back on the bed, spreading her lower lips with her fingers. "Come get your prize big boy."

"Yes ma'am." Tim says, he doesn't even try to argue as he slides up to her, and slips his dick inside her and starts fucking like his life depends on it.

The pleasure hits him on exactly his second plunge into her, it's nearly indescribable for Tim, his eyes nearly rolling back into his head as all of his month's worth of orgasms crash i to him all at once, absolutely filling Dani with cum as he pours into her. Dani chuckles as she watches her boyfriend collapse onto her, she locks her legs around his hips and holds him in place as he's cumming, pressing a kiss into his neck while he shivers and convulses over her, well over a hundred orgasms crashing into him.

A smug smile is plastered to her lips as she finally feels him come down from his high. Helping him kneel without pulling out of her pussy, running a hand over her slightly bulged stomach.

"So, that's a lot of cum you filled me with there big boy." Dani says. "Gonna fuck me now?" She taunts.

"You're goddamn right I am." He says, breath heady as he uses her now well lubed pussy, fucking into her at a rapid pace, feeling some of his cum leaking out around himself with each thrust, but ignoring it as he tries to repay his girlfriend for all her teasing and taunting over the last month. He really does an admirable job of it, bringing Dani over the edge within a minute and a half, and goes until his knees give out from under him, still weak after the hundred plus orgams he had roll through him earlier.

He ends up collapsing onto Dani again, and they cuddle while he's still hilted inside her, Dani re-locking her legs around his waist.

"How about I keep that warm for you tonight hon, you just rest for now." Dani says, kissing him quickly and holding him close.

"Y-yeah, sounds good babe, love you."

"Love you too bird brain. Sleep well sweetie."

Chapter 7: Stuck In A Wall

You are cordially invited,

The Monsterfucker's Delight is proud to present:

The First Annual Team Phantom in a wall Night!

For the first time in Gotham's history, the whole of team phantom, including special guest stars Red Huntress and White Witch Ghost will be available for use in our special stuck in a wall event! This fearsome fivesome has hunted, fought, defeated, and demoralized together!

A strange phasing accident has left our terrifying quintet trapped and bound in a wall of the Delight, please join Madame Ember in a joyous celebration of their fun bits and help fuck these champions silly!

Present this pamphlet to gain first choice access to your favorite Team Phantom member, a free condom or dam, and a backstage pass to visit with our lively hosts while they enjoy their night!

"Harley what the fuck is this?" Pamela asks her lovely girlfriend as she holds out the pair of Pamphlets that were on their kitchen counter, the paper glowing slightly green in the kitchen lights.

"Oh, that's our sweet little Sammy's Delight show tonight, we're obviously going. Bring your favorite strap."

Ivy raises an eyebrow at her before re-reading the sheet.

"Who else will be there other than Sam?"

"Hmm? Oh, I'm not certain, Ember texted and confirmed Dipstick's there, same with her majesty the queen regent. Not sure who the queeny is, but I think that Dipstick's her name for Danny." Harley replies, her focus almost completely on her nail polish, adding a mixing of purple and black in support of their Sam.

"Wait, Danny, as in Sam's best friend Danny, as in eldritch God, runs floor 3 all on his own danny? Who we know has a terrifying older sister who's killed like, all of Joker's goons in the last six months?" Her eyes are bugging out slightly.

"Yeah. Don't know many other Danny's out there babe."

"Oh I'm absolutely going to show my appreciation to our queen regent for keeping Joker on his toes, we've gotten so many extra date nights in, thanks to her."

"That's fine hon, I was gonna get back in line to tap that Red Huntress lady too, Sammy told me she's a badass and has a really neat tattoo on her pussy that I want to see, so we can both get a chance to play with our pet."

"Ember Elizabeth McClain, did you sign me up to be stuck into a wall and fucked alongside my brother, his two best friends, and our ex-teammate?"

Ember winces as Jazz uses her full name. "Uh, yes ma'am."

"Why?" There's definitely some restrained rage there, is that a holdover from the Ring, or is she actually mad?

Ember gulps. "You uh, need a night to relax, Your Highness." Ember's hair is barely a pixie bob with how much she's shrinking under Jazz's glare.

"And I regularly find and fuck the sense out of one of our local vigilantes, I believe I'm relaxed enough." There glare somehow intensifies.

"If it helps, I'm splitting the night's take with all of you and your significant others have first dibs?"

"It does, thank you." It's the most terrified Ember has been since the babypop was hurt, and at the same time as she's about to drop to a knee and start apologizing profusely, Jazz's glare let's up. "At least it'll keep Danny from getting into trouble tonight. Did you set up a text to speech for him?"

"Yep! Even got Technus and tucker to have it mimic his voice, we may also have had Dani help a bit."

"Good. I want to see your adverts and what you sent off to our partners."

One pamphlet later.

"Ember, why are you like this? Why is it annual? Who chose these colors? You don't even list the price?"

"Uh, it's about half a night's cost of a room on one of Dipstick's floor, and Dani chose the colors." Ember mutters as she winces again as she sees the garish neon pink, clockwork purple, and neon green of the advertisement.

"...are we actually getting phased into a wall, or do you gave proper harnesses and set up for us?"

"Pshh, you've got the best wall set up I could find, we're going to be making bank tonight, it's the least I could do." Ember finally starts to build up her confidence again.

"Well, I know how you can pass the time for me until it's time to get started for the night. Show me where I'll be."

Ember winces again.

Three hours, Ember's sporting a severely bruised rump, a very well used pussy, and a new understanding of just why one doesn't fuck with Jazz "Ghost Queen" Nightingale.

Settling into her space in the wall next to Sam, Valerie on her other side, Jazz can see Danny playing with the tablet Ember has set up for him on the other side of Jazz, the occasional voice tone coming across as she wiggles into her wall set up. Tucker's on the far side of Valerie, both he and Danny are set up to lay forward on their stomachs, while Her, Sam and Valerie lay out on their backs, a comfortable pillow beneath their backs and legs held up for them in stirrups placed high into the wall.

Jazz can feel the soft breeze of the A/C on her bare pussy and see the camera setup that Ember has for them on the TV mounted to the ceiling. Fiddling with the remote she quickly flicks past the different cameras on each of their exposed bottoms. Not lingering on Danny's for any length of time, she inspects the set up around Sam, a tube of liquid purple lipstick next to the condom dispenser, while she's got her boots showing through the stirrups in the wall. Her shaved pussy is on display, while her thighs show off her trailing vine tattoo, next to Harley's four diamonds over her pelvis. She pans over her camera quickly, her bare toned legs are on display, having chosen to have her night in the wall in ghost form, letting her bright white mound of pubes shine in the room. Flicking to Valerie's camera she notes the woman's choice of Red leggings and the well trimmed patch of pubes, her folds stark against her chocolate skin, matching her leggings beautifully.

"Valerie." She says, quickly gaining the woman's attention, her buzzed military style flat top and fade turn towards her from a heated conversation with Tucker over hoverboard flight footing, the man adamant that goofy footing gives the best aim on a board, it's an argument they've had before, but they'll never agree on one over the other.

"Have I ever mentioned how much I love your tattoo? It really shows off how great your ass is."

There's definitely an embarrassed blush she's hiding through a bit lip and a smile. "Thanks Jazz." She says, quickly turning back to Tucker as Jazz smirks. It's a gorgeous kraken reaching out from her ass and into her pubes to grasp a weathered and broken ship. Being a Ghostly tattoo the tentacles writhe and drag the ship through the rough seas of her immaculately trimmed pubes.

Swapping her camera over to Tucker's she takes minor note of the several rings of black ink surrounding his dick, and the ladder piercings he's sporting along his length. While he and Danny look like they're standing by how they lay, she can tell from his posture of his legs that there's almost no actual pressure on his legs. He's got his own bottle of liquid lipstick on the shelf next to the condoms, a brilliant gold color that would stand out against his skin. She's seen him wear the same color to formal meetings of the Council at least three times.

It's finally time for Ember to open the night up, and so she swaps her cameras back to the main entry hall, Ember playing ticket master and assigning or letting VIP's choose their patron for their fun.

There's not much noise that makes it through the wall, but she hears the announcement of a pair of VIP's as the line forms up.

"Sam, looks like your mistresses are here."

There's a small squeak from the normally stoic Sam as she quickly looks to the main camera set, Danny's synthetic voice coming from his tablet a moment later.

"Oh, and they are packing heat tonight. Wonder if they'll be putting that all in you Sam?" It's a touch robotic still, but they're all happy to hear him, the excited aura he flashes over them as well helps solidify their feelings on it. It's not the same, and it's definitely slower than his signing or Morse tapping, but for events like these, priceless.

"Oh, wow, that's a monster of a dildo Ivy's packing, good for you Sam." Valerie says, before the room goes silent as Ivy splits off from Harley, stopping right at Jazz's stall, and she thanks her stars she's in ghost form as the massive silicone schlong settles onto her pussy, the thick toy resting over what's exposed and touching the wall.

There's a quick series of taps into her thigh and it's halfway through the message when Jazz gets over her shock at Ivy's third leg enough to do a rapid translation.

"-d work with J's thugs. Earned us many date nights. Time to pay you back in thanks." Ivy taps away quickly, anyone knows known Danny long enough has picked up his favorite communication method, the ease of silently sending a message outweighing the time it takes to learn and translate.

Jazz watches the camera for a moment as Ivy lubes up the massive dildo, then feels the tip press into the lips of her pussy, before the girth slides into her. She can hear Sam start to breathe a bit more rapidly next to her, Harley obviously going to town on the woman.

A few other gasps and moans following around her as each of them find a hole or two filled quickly, a line forming in the lobby of the Delight, Ember playing a wonderful host, calling play by plays from her private tablet to the main hall, her blue hair flaring as the locals get excited, a new VIP slipping into the event and queuing up.

Jazz feels herself starting to reach the edge, before cumming violently around the massive dildo that Ivy's filled her with, the silicone sliding out of her smoothly when she comes down, before a soft tongue laps up her mess and cleans her, the silkiest her pussy will feel all night when Ivy pats her bare asscheek softly, just tapping out a T.Y. before Jazz watches her leave, apparently joining the queue next to a previously departed to the line Harley Quinn.

Cass was excited to see her boyfriend in a wall, he's always cute in their scenes, and he's so active at the Delight. She's ready to see him docile and maybe filled with cum. He's got such a cute butt too. She nods at Ember when handing over her pamphlet ticket. Sliding up to Danny's section of the wall, and tapping a quick hello onto his exposed thigh, giggling a bit when his dick twitches in excitement. She can see that his bum has recently had a visitor or two, and so she decides to have a touch of fun with it.

Lubing up her fingers she easily slips them in, two fingers sliding in without any issue, she stretches his hole for a moment before working up to a third, then a fourth a moment later, her small hands coming in great use as she widens his ass. Her other hand runs small strokes over his dick, feeling it twitch in her hold while she works to slide her hand inside him. Her knuckles stretch him a bit more, his dick twitching again in her hold when her tucked thumb slides in behind them, she pressed up to the wrist before starting to expand her fingers a bit, spraying them inside him and doing small waves and drumming motions inside his rear. His core temp is low, but his dick is warm in her hands. She continues to play with his bum, sliding her hand in a bit more, pulling it back a bit as she looks at the other stalls.

Harley Quinn's tracing giners over Valerie's kraken tattoo while fucking her with a tentacle dildo, Jason's Bulk is slamming into Jazz's rear, the woman's toes curling as he's definitely hitting the right places, his hand pressed to her pussy as his dick slides through her rear. It looks like Tucker's being eaten out by a woman with pink hair, lipstick marks in gold crossing over his thighs and calves, as the pink haired wolf looking woman eats his ass. Sam's being fucked by Ivy, the green skinned woman sliding a rainbow colored horse dildo back and forth through her on a strap-on. Cass can tell it's flared when Ivy catches her eye and pulls almost fully out, letting the tip stretch Sam's rear, Cass waves with the hand not currently in Danny, before feeling him clench around her.

She slides under him, keeping her hand inside as she feels him tighten on her, rolling her fingers over his prostate and milking him when she gets her mouth over the tip of his dick, sucking lightly on his dick when he spills his seed into her mouth. When he's done she carefully slides her fingers out of him once she's standing again and pats his now slightly gaping hole softly, before nodding her thanks to Ember and slipping into the back room with a smile.

"Exclamation point exclamation point exclamation point Cass." She hears when she pops through the door, seeing Danny laying over a comfortable looking mattress, the rest of team phantom in various states of "O" faces, as the TV on the front wall and ceiling show the Delight's lobby and the room where Cass just was.

She smiles, sliding over and kissing Danny softly as she watches a thin man with blue hair slide up behind Danny's stall, a bright red condom on as he starts to fuck her boyfriend roughly.

She drums her fingers in his hair, softly tapping out .-.. --- ...- . -.-- --- ..- before signing to him quickly.

"Having fun?"

He smiles up at her, his breathy hoarse giggle coming out for a second, before he's tapping away at the tablet. Then a synthetic version of his voice comes through the little speaker on it. "Yes! You have nimble fingers Cass. Did I taste good for you?"

She signs back at him. "Very." Before plopping down in a chair across from him, content to watch his face for a few hours as he's fucked silly by the different patrons, his face screwing up a few more times in the next hour as he cums, the display for his section of the wall showing his legs and the wall are painted in his cum.

There's a slightly ethereal looking wolf woman sitting by Tucker, chatting with him softly, Cass has seen her take a few trips into his stall earlier, her pink hair standing out with her slight glow, her deep black fur looks silky. Her lips are painted in the gold lipstick that Tucker's got at his stall. The woman has a band Tee on, but apparently kept her pants off as her knotted dick twitches when tucker blows on exaggeratedly, a giggle coming from their end of the hall when he teases her, telling her to go put that thing to use if she doesn't want to just stare at him all night.

Jason's slipped in from the other side door at some point, talking lowly with Jazz as she's fucked by a woman with bright orange hair, what looks like an Alien style dildo on the woman’s strap. Jazz has a bit of a pleasant grimace on as the woman's definitely a bit too rough, but still pleasant at the same time.

Sam's got a pleasant smile on, as she lays on the bed, watching Harley get in line for her the third time, Ivy having queued up to give tucker's ass a pounding with her horse dildo.

Valerie and Tucker are (still? She looks to Danny who nods) still bickering over Hoverboard footing styles, Valerie seems to be winning as Tucker's reduced to a blushing mess when Ivy's girthy toy enters him, the woman cheering in victory before gasping when she feels both her holes filled. Glancing at the TV Cass notes that a dark green haired person of indeterminate gender has stepped up to her stall.

Cass signs to Danny real quick when she gets his attention from the person currently on the other side of the wall. "will get in line, pick who?" She asks, watching as he types for a moment.

The synthetic voice of his comes through a moment later. "Valerie has a cool tattoo, you could inspect it? See if we should get something done by that artist?"

Cass nods, kissing him again before slipping out the side door and queuing up for Valerie's stall.

Several hours, we'll over a hundred people, not including their repeats, and well used rumps later finds the Delight closed up for the night, Harley, Ivy, Cass, Jason and the wolf woman from earlier and Ember helping the wall participants get off one last time before helping them out of the wall stalls and over to a very large bed in a private room, Cass having snapped really good photos for all of them showing off their stalls, Danny's in particular was painted in cum, while Sam's hips and lower lips are painted purple from the lipstick marks she's sporting.

Harley having some slightly smeared lipstick on her own lips to match the sloppy kiss marks all over Sam's legs where they were exposed. The ex-harlequin carrying her pet bridal style into the bedroom.

Tucker's limping and half held up by his girlfriend(?) As they stagger to the bed, gold painting his own cum covered legs, his ass dripping cum from the wolf woman when she knotted him at the end of the night. Valerie has stolen Ivy for the moment and has an arm resting on her shoulder, knees still a bit weak from the night.

Jazz meanwhile stands proud, shoving Jason along into the next room when he's trying to help her, a taunting smirk on her face as she does.

The night wraps up with several assisted baths, several soothing lotions and some relaxing candles, and a massive team phantom and partners cuddle pile on the largest bed Ember has available.

Chapter 8: Gore

"What do you mean you're effectively immortal?" Tim asks.

"Well, Jazz may have gone a bit overzealous with the princess regalia when she became queen for a while. I had some destabilizing issues when I was young. Turns out grandpa Clocky's solution was just 'outheal any damage, ever, for all time.' And so yeah." She shrugs, slipping her tiara and ring on, their brilliant onyx shining in the room as a thin ectoplasmic fire lights over the tiara.

"So, what, you just heal stupid quick?"

"Basically, It's super helpful when I'm delving into old tombs and stuff, lost my head once, woke up from a five minute nap and I was fine."

"Wait, but you're never wearing the crown when out and about."

"It's a tiara, first of all, I'm a princess, second, it's bonded to my core, they're always with me."

"Huh. So why are you showing me?"

"Because it means we can do some of that guro gore play stuff I saw in your search history."

"Hey! Don't look in a man's browser history, that's so rude!"

"Bah, I'll send you mine later, yours is tame by comparison. So, wanna try some of that stuff out?"

"I'm afraid to ask, but what did you have in mind?"

"Well…" She trails off as she leads him from the couch to the bedroom.

Tim pauses for a moment, taking in the layers of plastic covering everything, the miniature guillotine set up on a side table next to the bed, and the tray of various knives and scalpels, a speculum on the tray next to them.

"Dani, and I say this with the utmost love, what the fuck?"

"What! Not like any of this will actually kill me, and I wanna try out some stuff!"

"I'm going to need so much brain bleach after this…" Tim mutters, before pulling up his mental bootstraps and holding Dani by the shoulders, looking into her eyes.

"We can try three things, any more than that and I'm calling Jazz and scheduling you an appointment with IceClaw." He says, voice firm as his hands rest on her naked shoulders.

Dani almost deflates before nodding. "Okay, three things, let's see…" She's looking over the different spots she has set up. "Okay, I definitely want to try the guillotine thing, I saw this comic where we have the release on a string that I hold in my mouth, and you fuck the shit out of me…" She starts muttering as she wanders around the room, the plastic crinkling under her feet. Tim takes the moment to undress, setting his clothes in the hamper in the bathroom.

A couple of minutes later Dani comes up Tim, as he inspects the variety of the knives she's picked out a bit concerned over the variety.

"Okay, so, first I want to try out the guillotine, then there's this funky thing I've seen with giving a blow job as a disembodied head that I kinda want to try, and the Dullahan Girls won't let me join them in an orgy, and then I figure we can give the whole spilled guts thing a try, you could use the big cleaver and take my arm off when we do that one?" She starts to mumble, tapping her fingers together. "I don't have a blade big enough to chop my lower half off…"

Tim nods along, and when he catches her mumble, he pinches the bridge of his nose. "Dani, babycakes, you have a literal guillotine right there."

"Oh yeah! Okay, so, let's do the head removal thing first, I'll get the string set up, you get the lube."

Tim honestly would like to find the deity who's in charge of his life, he just wants to talk, honest.

He's brought out of his musings as he fucks into Dani again, hearing a softly muffled moan slip from her lips, rearing back to slam into her again. He's a bit turned on honestly, he didn't expect the imminent gore and oddity of what they're doing to turn him on, but the lack of real consequences is letting him be a bit more open to it.

He's brought out of his musings a second later as he watches the blade swing down, hearing the sharp clunk as the blade slides through his girlfriend, the thump of her head dropping to the ground and rolling off the pillow, and her body clenching around him as it goes through a round of death throes. He thought Dani helped him get prepared, but nothing really could have set him up for this.

Sliding his dick out of her now detached lower body, he slides to the edge of the bed, looking down at her head.

"Babe, pick me up and stick that dick in me already." Dani's head says.

"So fucking unnerving hon, just want you to know." Tim says in response, leaning down and picking up her head.

"Oooh, my body looks so still, funky."

"Babe, shush." He says slipping his dick into the back of her throat, feeling the oddest sensation as he enters from the back of somewhere he's really not supposed to.

"Hurk" Dani says, grumbling around his cock as he fucks into her mouth, holding her in place and using her head like a Trans girl with a pumpkin.

"Nope, not listening to disembodied heads, honestly don't think I'll be able to cum into your mouth like you wanted hon, how about this." He says, sliding his dick out of her, settling her face between her legs, pressing her mouth to her pussy, straddling her now open neck hole.

"Ooh! Ghost sensations are wild, I can still feel this." Dani says, before going back to playing with her pussy by tongue only, as Tim lines up and slips inside her throat, building up a rhythm after a moment and finally releasing into her.

When he comes down, he slips his softening member out of her neck, the bloody mess over his nethers definitely a negative to the experience, despite the strangely erotic feeling of her empty neck.

"Dani, can I put your head back on and then we shower real quick before continuing?"

"Hmm? Oh, yeah, I think I could only really edge like this anyway, can't seem to get off right when my pussy's not connected." Dany says. A bit dejected as she laps at her clit.

"Cool, here." He lifts her head back in place before going and starting the shower.

By the time the water's at a comfortable temp, Dani's neck and head are sewn back together, the short woman testing out her motor functions before standing.

"Okay, guillotine done, wild sensations from that, when my head fell off, it felt like I came for like 5 minutes there before everything went muted, then there was like, a physical wall I couldn't get over when trying to cum."

"Wild. Anyway, quick shower babe, help me get the blood off my dick please."

"Oh, yeah, sure no problem babe. Thanks again."

"Totally, fantastic throat you have, not gonna lie. Super fucking weird, but worth doing once if you have the chance I guess?" He says, heavily questioning his life as they get under the water. "Maybe like, only with regenerators though, would be super fucked otherwise."

"One hundred percent true." Dani says, soaping up his dick and washing it while he gets the blood out of her hair for her.

A few minutes of showering, a quick towel off mixed with intangibility to quickly dry their hair and Dani's laying on the plastic covered floor, a solid wood platform below her, Tim kneeling next to her with the tray of knives.

"What am I doing with these anyway?" He says, holding up one of the tiny paring knives, waving it for her instruction.

"Okay, so, I had a few ideas we can try out." He nods along. "First one and wanted to try was using a small knife to carve out my pussy, then pulling out the whole organ set with it.

"There's no way that works."

Laying down, Dani shrugs. "Doesn't really have to, ghost biology remember, I'm like 75% self image with some blood and fleshy bits."

"Wack." Tim responds, deadpan.

"Anyway, we can try that, give you your own detached Dani pussy onahole."

"So fucked up." Tim mutters.

"There's also the whole like, remove all my limbs and use me as a big onahole idea."

"Vetoing that one, you're too cute to lose your limbs."

"My arms then?"

"I can be bartered down to legs removed at most. You'd be bored if you didn't have your arms to play with yourself."

"Shit, you're right." Dani says, nodding. "As far as I know, I can leave bits detached forever if I want, we could try that out for like, a night if we want?"

"We'll test it tonight and then we can revisit later, I don't want to come home to a pair of legs in the fridge because you wanted to skip a workout."

"So rude. True, but rude." Dani says, nodding at his comment.

Tim nods, knowing his girlfriend well at this point, just deciding to accept the wild shit in his life at this point.

"Okay, so, try the pussy thing, then we use the guillotine to chop my lower half off and fuck with that for a bit, showers and then bed?"

"Sold."

"Cool, alright, get slicing honeybunches."

"So fucked up." Tim mutters again, selecting a particularly sharp knife.

Dani does her best to relax back before she feels the knife slide through tender flesh around her pelvis, gritting her teeth and letting out a low whimper as she feels him slide the knife around her pussy quickly, there's an odd disconnected feeling she has, the pain letting up a bit as her core recognizes her intentions.

There strangest sucking sensation settles in behind her navel as Tim starts to pull on her labia, then with a distinct popping feeling, she feels her pussy and womb slide forward through the fresh cut he made, the whole of her "womanhood" slipping out and dangling by a disconnected labia, she sees her ovaries dangling from the womb as Tim holds it.

"Babe. Love you to death, but I'm not fucking this sorry." He says, holding it carefully in one hand.

"Understandable, have a nice day." She quips, before passing a hand over her freshly opened hole, the gaping space clenching around herself, that disconnected phantom limb feeling her had from her body earlier back where she normally felt her pussy.

"Funky." Dani inspects the hole a bit more, sliding a finger around the entrance before shrugging. "Alright, Gimme." She says, making grabby hands towards her pussy, womb and ovaries.

Tim happily hands them back, dropping the blood stained knife to the side by the door.

Dani quickly turns her stomach intangible, sliding her pussy back into place as she hears Tim washing his hands in the other room. By the time he comes back the cuts he made are changing from scars into normal fleshy tissue again.

"Alright, last on the docket, chop me in half baby!" Dany says, hopping up from the floor, walking towards the guillotine set up, resetting the blade and opening the hole so she can get her body in place.

Tim shakes his head fondly at her enthusiasm for doing fucked up shit. "Sure babe, want me to be in you while that drops, or do you want me to just hold your arms up so your guts fall out below you?"

"Arms please babe, I wanna compare the sensation from earlier."

"And I appreciate that you're not making me put my dick near that blade."

"Big baby, you're afraid of a little cut on your Willie?"

"Yes."

"Valid." She says, pointing at him as she lets him grab her hands, holding them up towards his shoulders, as she pulls the drop cord with her toes.

The same clunk sound of the blade slamming home from earlier sounds, but Dani feels her lower half become disconnected this time, right around the upper hips, just before her back slides off the table. She feels her guts start to unravel at the slice, the detached feeling persisting before she feels her stomach land on the floor, her esophagus stretched a bit as Tim holds her up.

"Eww, floor guts. Tim, do I really need to put those back in me?"

There's a heavy sigh above her. "Yes honey. You're the one who wanted her guts all over." He amends his statement by lightly nudging her pile of guts with his toe.

"Hey, don't kick those!" She exclaims.

"What happened to 'eww floor guts'?" He asks, she can hear the teasing in his tone.

"Yeah, but they're still my floor guts!"

"You don't like feet play in your guts? Now you're kinkshaming?"

"Okay, when I said rearrange my guts over text, this isn't exactly what I had in mind."

"I'll keep that in mind for when I take anatomy again." He says, and she can almost feel his eye roll.

"Har dee har, alright, let's put humpty dumpty back together and get a quick shower, seeing all my guts everywhere makes me want spaghetti."

"Eww, that's fucked hon."

"I mean, yeah totally, how about lasagne from that place around the corner."

"Garlic knots?"

"Fuck yeah. Here, gimme my lower half and I'll get back together while you call in our order."

"Sure babe." He says, lowering her to the floor, letting her rest on her back and side as he hauls her lower half up and off the bed, doing his best not to spill anything as he sets it within arms reach of her.

Ten minutes later, be comes back into the room. "Orders placed, it'll be delivered in about 30, you good for a shower real quick before food gets here?"

Dani sitting up, covered in blood is stuffing guts back into her stomach when he comes in. She looks up, nods once, then as she finishes reacquainting her guts with their proper places, he helps her stand, the pair pulling another quick shower maneuver.

The lasagne is phenomenal, and the garlic knots are to die for.

Chapter 9: Glory Hole

"Ghost, why are we here?" Jason asks, giving the topless woman beside him a stern, deadpan look.

"Because someone forgot how to sneak?" She asks rhetorically.

"Oh, really? You're going to blame me for this?"

"You are the one who wanted to sneak into the Delight. We both literally know the owner, we could have asked you dumbass."

"Okay. First of all, ouch, second of all, who's the dipshit who decided to sneak in with me?"

"Fuckin rude." She grumbles, before getting into a kneeling position as the door on the other side of the cut out opens on her side of the stall.

"Why did she lock us in the glory room anyway?"

"Broke the rules, suffer the consequences." She says, putting on an exaggerated Ember impression. "She said we'll be let out in the morning & she'll give you that part you wanted. I get cash and a disappointed look from Danny apparently."

"I mean, he does work here too, we should have just asked him."

"You know what, next time I'm going to let you make stupid decisions yourself."

There's a banging on the wall as a dick slides through the wall. "Solve your marriage dispute later." The voice grumbles, oddly monotone as the dick wiggles through the air slowly.

"Yeah yeah, fine." Jazz says, sliding closer and starting to suck away on the dick in front of her, as she hears someone queuing up for Hood's opening. Let lets out a far too heavy sigh before starting to suck as well. Slurping on their respective dicks, Jazz doesn't give much thought to her actions and quicker than she expected the person at her hole is spilling their seed into her mouth. Jazz takes pity on her poor taste buds and presses them to the back of her throat, letting most of the spunk slide down her throat so she doesn't have to taste it.

She hears hood give off a half gag behind her and giggles around the dick slightly before pulling it out of her mouth with an audible pop.

"Enjoying the load there Hood?" She asks, as the dick slips from Hood's mouth, the person at the stall pulling away and quickly stuffing their dick back in their pants, shuffling out the door almost as quickly.

"They were a bit quick, caught me off guard."

"Ha, sucks to be you." Jazz taunts, before hood points at her.

"Hey, you're sucking dick with me here too."

She bites at his extended finger as he draws it away quickly. "Incoming." She says, just before the doors open on each side, letting in a new set of customers.

The next few dicks pass relatively quickly, a notable stand out pulling back just in time to cum all over Hood's face, causing Jazz to break down in giggles and gag on the person's dick she's got in her throat when they cum.

The two have a moments reprieve to collect themselves from their giggles, and hood cleans up his hair enough as the next pair comes in.

Jazz goggles for a moment at the length that slides through her side of the glory hole wall, the shaft still slightly soft as it flops through. "Okay, who hired the horse?" She asks to the air, while Hood's got a dick deep in his throat at the moment, his muffled answer not making it past the dick in his mouth. Jazz takes a bit more time warming up on this one, and manages to get the full length in her throat before she feels them stiffen fully, tip pressed to the back of their throat before the person starts to rock back and forth through the wall, trying to fuck jmJazz's face without a solid grip on her. Enjoying what she can from it she pushes her face forward to the hole, letting the person on the other end use her for a bit.

While they're hung, she's almost disappointed in how little they cum, before they pull from her throat with a satisfying pop and a content moan on the other side of the wall.

Jason's not entirely upset at the situation he's in with Jazz, Ember's cool and set them up with a mix of a roleplay and paid gig for the night, he really did need to pick up an enchanted plug she had, but it's a gift for Jazz and she's obviously enjoying the experience of earning her present anyway. Jason's not the biggest fan of sucking dick, mostly because he just enjoys eating pussy more, but needs must and all that. Plus some of the dicks have been fun to mess with, it looks like a more Ghostly client is coming through now. Their pink flower shaped dick should be an interesting challenge, or at least a fun texture for his throat.

The hours start to stack up, as Jazz and Jason turn their dick sucking into a contest, Jazz has the fastest to completion, while Jason's got her beat by three total dicks sucked so far. Both have managed to get covered in a layer of cum by this point, the nervous types always seem to pull out too quick, and Jazz is so looking forward to the Hot shower she's going to steal from Ember.

Speaking of, she feels the woman's ecto signature on the other side of the door leading to her side, as Jason's Fae customer finishes up and slips out the door.

Ember nudges the door open, and Jazz can see through her hole in the wall that she's wearing a cut down pirate theme for the night, long sleeves of fishnets cover her arms under the crop top style poet shirt. Her leggings have some strategic rips along the sides showing off her well toned blue calves before they dip into her boots. Jazz's eye roams the woman for half a moment, catching her sly smirk, before locking onto her thick dick hanging from the front of her leggings, swaying as she walks closer.

"Hey there Angrypop and Queenie, you two enjoy the night?" Ember asks, and her tone is way too far in the teasing tone for Jazz's liking. She realizes why when a duplicate splits off from herself, this one is a touch too ethereal to stick around long, but looks solid enough for now.

"It's been real fun, oh dread pirate Ember." Jazz says, in a playful tone as Ember settles in right in front of the hole.

"Yeah, it's been a blast." Hood says, his tone as sarcastic as he can make it when Ember's eight inches of massive schlong slide through the hole on his end, Jazz smiles a bit when she notices he gets the duplicate.

"Good, I'll be your final customer for the night, then we can get you two up to a shower and you can borrow a bed for a bit." Ember's duplicate says, as Hood starts to take her length. Jazz does the same for the thick blue dick on her end as well. She feels the girthy thing stretch her neck more than any of her other customers for the night so far, nearly triggering her nearly destroyed gag reflex, and she can definitely hear Jason struggling next to her.

Jason thought he was prepared for her dick, and is having second thoughts on the whole night at this point as he works to take Ember's dick. The thick appendage barely not crushing his windpipe as he sicks on it as best he can, having had to resort to shorter thrusts into his mouth rather than deep sucking like he's been able to get away with for most of the night. He switches up his strategy a bit when Jazz shifts, working over the thick member as she leans forwards pressing it deeper into her throat next to him.

The pair of grunts and moans coming from Ember and her duplicate definitely show that the pleasure is shared right now, and it's not much longer before both Jazz and Jason are feeling a very, very warm spill of Jizz down their throats, as hot as a fresh cup of coffee, the thick seed settles in their stomachs soothingly as the heavy dicks slide out of their mouths almost simultaneously, Ember quickly merging back together with the duplicate, staggering a bit as some saliva that covered pelvis drips on the floor.

"G-good work you two… now uh… walk the plank off to the showers. Shit, you're good." She mumbles out, staggering back slightly and resting against the back wall.

The pair get up from their little room, Jazz collecting Ember in a fireman carry, the woman's dick resting over her breasts as she carries the ghost off to the showers after Jason.

"Come on Captain, time to get cleaned up. Thanks for the night."

"Mmhmmm, any time Queenie, you need to relax more." Ember mumbles out tiredly, feeling Jazz's Intangibility slide over her when they enter the shower locker rooms, her pirate garb dropping to the floor as Jazz props her against the wall of a shower stall, warm water falling over her head, sizzling slightly in her hair.

The trio clean up relatively quickly, Ember managing to scrub her hair and quickly clean her dick up while Jazz and Jason use some specialty shampoos to get the cum out of their hair. When the trio are dry after their showers, Jazz leads them to the Delight's staff rooms, one of the extra large overnight bedrooms empty as they settle in to cuddle and sleep for a few hours, none bothering to get dressed as they settle in, Jazz claims big spoon behind the always warm Ember, Jason getting well acquainted with Ember's big spooning himself, her thick dick resting warm between his cheeks.

Ember's warmth under the covers soothing the trio to sleep quickly after some mumbled good night's.

Chapter 10: Fucking Machine

"Best present ever!"

Jazz shouted, her whole body shaking as the large dildo Slipped in and out of her repeatedly, a faint buzzing filling the room as she gripped her pillow tightly, the bed rocking 2ith the rapid pace of her newest present from Jason.

Jazz turned the pace down on her fucking machine as she came down from her climax, the thick dildo having slipped out of her purse and bumping roughly over her stomach as it slid back and forth. Laying down under the silicone monster she let herself enjoy, Jazz let herself bask in the afterglow her new favorite lover gave her, reflecting on her second favorite lover, Jason.

He's a good guy, technically one of her brother's subjects, but so is Ember, and they've had plenty of flings by this point, the fancy new fucking machine and buttplug aren't going to turn her off of him anytime soon. And she does enjoy his snark, if the sticky note he left on the present is anything to go by.

"Go fuck yourself." She huffs, reflecting on that sticky note she's got stuck to the fridge now, the boxes for the fucking machine still taking up a good bit of her apartment's living room. Feeling frisky again, she unstraps the currently mounted dildo and hooks up one of her other long time favorites, the twisting style wyvern dildo in bright ectoplasmic green, with ridges of glowing purple, all set to glow in multiple colors in the dark.

Slathering the toy in a good coating of lube, double checking the cum tube, kicking her plugs vibrator back into a fun pulse rhythm, changing the music to a funky upbeat jazzy bass tune, and settling the tip of the toy at her entrance, Jazz settles in for another fun round with her new favorite lover. Determined to keep at it all night long

Thick ridges sliding through her labia, just the right amount of stretch, and a pace that hardly lets her walls clench back together before filling them again, Jazz lets the machine bring her closer and closer before finally spilling over the edge, pressing down on the plunger for her can tube on the toy, filling her pussy with the warm fake cum lube, small splashes of the fake jizz spilling out as the machine keeps fucking her through her orgasm, rolling her hips around the toy and quickly swiping the plug over to a different pattern, Jazz settles in again to let the toy fuck her into another orgasm quickly.

She feels her legs do a half buckle below her as she flops onto the bed, adjusting the speed on the toy to slowly slide in and out of her, rather than keeping up it's fast pace she's had it at for most of the night. At it's more manageable pace, Jazz can tell most of the cum lube has been fucked out her, and the combination of her cum and the lube she's had on the toy is not going to last too much longer before she'll be getting friction burns.

Slowing the machine down and then turning it off as it's pulled mostly out of her, she slips the wyvern style dildo from her lips, pussy gaping slightly from the abuse she's put it through for the last few hours. Getting up to relieve herself, and shower, Jazz decides that maybe a good soak in the bath with some lavender soaps might be in her future. Unclasping the dildo from the fucking machine, she teases the plug out of her rear with a satisfying pop, her hole definitely tired from the plug having taken up residence between her cheeks, then tossing the pair of toys in the sink with the earlier dildo.

Settling into the tub, Jazz relaxes in the suds for a while, letting the oils soak into her tired skin and muscles.

Chapter 11: Sensory Deprivation

Ember eyed the black haired woman as she wandered in through the front entrance of the Delight, turning back to the register as a customer purchased their fuzzy cuffs and gag, and helping check in another customer to grab a room on Danny's floor.

Initially he expected the ravenette to be looking for a room on her boyfriend's floor, before finding her poking at their kiosk for additional room options.

"Looking for something specific?" He asks, failing to startle Cass as the woman keeps poking through the options. Ember looks over Cass's shoulder as she swipes through to the last page on the kiosk. Cass pokes into the search bar, before searching out what she's interested in, Ember reading over her shoulder and signaling for one of his associates to take over the register for the night.

"Think I can offer that if you'd like there babypop, Danny's gonna be busy tonight and he's usually the one I put on that offering. I can help out with your needs if you're up for it, Savvy?" Ember asks, letting his pirate captain accent drip through as he cocks a hip to the side and waits for Cass to think it over.

Cass signs to her when she turns, letting Ember see her hands easily.

"Yes, all night ok?"

"Sure, anything for the kingypop's girlfriend." Ember says, giving Cass another once over, taking in her slightly worn converse, torn skinny jeans over neon green leggings and black crop top. "Besides, from what he's told me, you two are open when he's on shift, and you're cute, so I'd be happy to give you a night to remember."

Bringing her hands up to sign again, Cass responds.

"We'll see, lead the way, pretty woman."

Ember grimaces slightly, and Cass takes another look over Ember, letting her eyes trail up Ember's form, admiring the poet's shirt over a flat chest, tight leather pants and obvious bulge Ember's rocking tonight.

"He/him tonight, Doll."

Cass's hands quickly resume their movements.

"Pretty man." Cass signs with a nod.

Ember chuckles. "Thanks."

Cass nods and then follows ember as he leads her to the elevator, and through the short ride to the penthouse suite Cass admires the clean lines of the Delight's elevators, letting her eyes get stuck on embers backside for a bit, enjoying his well toned ass in soft leather pants.

When the elevator doors open, Ember tosses his arms out wide as he walks through to the living room.

"Welcome to mi casa!" Doing a quick twirl while Cass is watching him, he points out the different directions for each room.

"Important ones for tonight, kitchen's here, stocked with plenty of food safe for human consumption, one of the bathrooms is in the hall, and we have one attached to the master suite." Leading the way down a hallway, Ember opens a door for Cass to lead her into a massive master bedroom, very oversized bed in the center flanked by a pair of well built wooden nightstands, a loveseat on the far side of the room, and a large television against the wall.

"We'll be spending the night here, need to do anything before getting started, Love?" Ember asks, walking backwards to see Cass's hands while heading to the wardrobe.

Cass signs back in the negative, leaning back against the wall, watching as Ember turns to the wardrobe and lets his clothes phase through himself, the outfit pooling below him as he digs through for his new clothes. Cass gets another view of a perfectly sculpted blue ass as he rummages through a drawer, and a very nice glimpse of Ember's well endowed package as he bends over, definitely putting on a show when he catches her staring, and retrieving a thick latex outfit.

Pulling it on, Cass gets a front row view to a reverse strip show as Ember slips into the bodysuit, leaving his feet, hands, and head exposed, hair shortening to a wispy bun with a few flyaway trails. One of the last things to be tucked into the body suit, and left hanging out for a bit while Ember fiddled with the sleeves is his dick, the girthy appendage only exposed by a solid zipper.

Noticing Cass eyeing it, he offers. "Want to help me hide it away, cute stuff?"

Nodding, Cass steps closer, letting her hands trail up his thighs, over his hips, as she cups his package not able to fully hold it in a single hand and feeling him stiffening under her touch, she holds it close to his belly, using her free hand to carefully pull the zipper over his balls, hiding them behind the latex. Settling his dick to the side of the zipper, she pulls that up and over as well, bringing the zipper over his well toned chest and to right under his jaw, the latex coming up to meet together at the middle of his neck.

"Good girl. Mind if I strip you the quick way?" He asks, his tone noticeably huskier than earlier.

Cass nods, hand grasping his when she feels the rush of warmth from Ember's intangibility, a soothing warm tingle crawling over her skin for a moment before it recedes, her clothes piled next to her, around her boots.

Ember leads the now nude Cass to the wardrobe, handing her a blindfold, earplugs and earmuffs, and asking. "Got a preference for flavor, doll?"

Cass points to the vanilla lube on the shelf, skipping over some of the more exotic options.

"Alright, I'm going to give you a squeaker to start, but if you drop it, snap your fingers twice and we'll stop, okay?"

Cass frowns lightly, holding up three fingers.

"Okay, snap your fingers or squeak the toy three times and we'll stop." Cass nods this time.

"Plugs?" Ember asks, pointing to a few options on the shelf below the lubes, letting Cass choose and select her options.

Raising an eyebrow at Ember, Cass points to the coiled toy on the shelf, as well as a flower shaped pussy plug, signing a quick question symbol in the air.

"Yeah, I can see how you'd be interested in the long one, ancients knows I know how wild Danny can be in the bedroom, professionally and not." Ember says with a smile and a shake of the head.

"You sure you're up for that one?" He asks, pointing to the long toy for confirmation.

Cass nods emphatically.

Ember sighs goodnaturedly. "You got it hon. Go ahead and stand still for a bit while I get you all set up, I'll move you to get you settled in."

After lubing up a dildo style gag, Ember pulls on her chin lightly, slipping it into her now open mouth, whispering huskily. "There's vocal."

Settling a comfortable pad style blindfold over Cass's eyes, before wrapping them a few times in soft silk bandage style wraps, no light making it to Cass's eyes. "There's visual."

Pressing two soft foam earplugs into her ears, making sure they're not going to be jostled out, Ember slides a pair of heavy-duty earmuffs over Cass's head, the last of the sounds in the room drowned out by the blood Cass can hear pumping through her ears.

There's a soft tapping on her chin, Cass quickly making out the Morse coding for
"That's auditory." Her jaw quirking into a smile around the gag.

It's a moment later she feels the room's temperature rising slightly, moment by moment raising to meet her body temperature around her, the nerves in her bare skin starting to lose track of where her skin ends and the room begins. Once that settles in, she feels a soft tapping somewhere to let her know that this would be touch.

Ember takes his time with Cass, adjusting things around the woman to really bring out the sensory deprivation that she's been looking for, using some favorite enchanted toys to help the process along, and even getting to use a not well known feature of the bedroom, extending the Ghostly ability to float through the room, Ember lets Cass's feet slowly leave the floor, the girl's pale naked skin rotating slowly through the air as he quickly taps that the floating is intended, and to relax.

Stepping up behind Cass, he bends her floating form over at the waist, using a bit of telekinesis to float the toys into easy reach. Sticking the longer toy first, Ember spreads Cass's backside and starts to press it into her. Giving plenty of slow pressure, he fills her ass with the exceptionally long plug, before kicking in it's enchantment to have it equal out in temperature to her core, matching perfectly with her.

Cass lets off a small gasp through her nostrils as the long, cool toy in her rear adjusts quickly to her temperature, leaving her feeling filled with a pressure her body can't identify any longer, right as she feels Ember open up her lower lips, a similarly cool toy stretching her out a bit as it slides in, her muscles crossing over a wider feeling before the toy settles in place and doesn't want to come out. She feels a much smaller toy slide through her urethra and be held in place by the longer one, their temperatures coming up to match her core temp like the long plug, leaving her filled, floating, and without any solid sensory input except smell at this point.

It's a few breaths later when she can smell that even start to subside, the quickest flash of a matchstick smell crossing her nostril before being replaced by a neutral linen smell, the scent permeating the room, her body flailing slightly so she can feel something shift around her, small aches through her bones making themselves known as her only source of input, her limbs not colliding with anything as she reaches them out.

Ember lets Cass float like that for a few minutes, pacing a few laps around the bed, then back again as she fails slightly, her body settling into the lack of inputs, the fullness that the toys have to be providing. Seeing she's started to settle, Ember does another lap before floating up to be near her.

Bringing her temperature up to meet Cass's, Ember brings his fingers close, trailing his fingers across her thighs before pulling them away, then over her stomach, then along her calves, across her forearms, then over her collarbone. Gentle touches all over, no temperature difference, and only slight pressure as his fingers trace across Cass's body, shivers running through the floating woman as he does.

Counting her heartbeats, Cass finally starts to settle into her space, tension bleeding from her as she relaxes into the air. No longer taking in every instance of motion or exit in the room, no sound to overwhelm her, no surfaces to touch irritating senses, the plain linen smell taking over any other scents nearby. Holes filled with pressure, but of her own whim, no difference between what her body tells her should be there and what is.

She feels the touches Ember starts to trail across her skin, light, nothing but pressure where it's exciting rather than painful. She feels her body slick and wet in her pussy, the toy she felt was pressed there staying despite the slick. The filled feeling of her bladder and her ass makes her feel oddly full, Danny's done similar for her before, but with Ember things are a bit more freeing, less concerned about making a mess in her room, Ember's experience calming her.

She's hoping he'll use his dick later, it looked tasty, visions of him fucking her throat while she floats unimpeded through the emptiness of space, the warmth of the room surrounding her as she's spent like a disposable toy, Ember's soft hands holding her while she's used, his hands wrapping her throat in soft pressure and keeping her just this side of being one of Danny's subjects.

She knows she'll come back when she passes, but has seen the stress in his eyes, the flashes of pain crossing Ember's eyes around open gas stations, the raw protectiveness Jazz displays. They're back but different, not always the same. She's not scared of what would change, but that she's got time to wait and see. Her chosen jobs can be dangerous, no need to rush into things.

Cass's thoughts are derailed when she feels a pair of hands trail up her throat, the gag unclasping from around her head, toy gently coaxed from between her lips, letting them pop when it does. Opening her mouth and letting her tongue loll out for Ember, Cass is rewarded by the feeling of a warm tip resting on her tongue. Idly she can tell that she's upside down, a good angle if Ember's going to use her throat like she hoped. The tip tastes like Vanilla, the lube feeling slick on her tongue. Sliding her tongue over the tip, she gets a hit of precum from Ember before feeling him slide into her mouth, pulling back before entering her throat, only to return half a breath later.

Cass lets him set the pace, the vanilla filling her mouth, coating her tongue, entering the back of her throat and mixing with the linen in her sinuses. When Ember starts to pick up the pace, she reaches around to where she's sure he's located, grapsing onto his buttox and pulling him into her further, quickly tapping out a short message before letting go again.

She feels the dick shudder slightly in her throat as he pulls back before two hands rest over her neck. Almost delicately, the hands squeeze the sides of her throat when he enters her next, the pressure uneven over her neck, but not crushing her windpipe. She can tell that the blood flow is restricted a bit to her head and knows her vision would be darkening when the pressure lets up, Ember pulling out of her throat to let a few breaths settle, before resuming.

The world narrows to those feelings for Cass over the next few minutes as she feels her orgasm building, and after another close to passing out moment, she cums fully as the world whites out for a moment in the darkness, her body writhing through the air as she climaxes, a slick of drool spilling past the toy in her pussy, the dick in her throat spilling the warmest seed she's ever had into her throat under those soft but firm and tight hands.

It's less than she feels her consciousness slip away as she feels it return, she's still trussed up, hee boy feeling that same floating feeling. She does a quick check of her faculties when she opens her eyes to familiar darkness. She still hears the blood rushing through her ears, her bladders definitely full, not just from the toy that's still there, same with the pressure in her pussy. It takes a few moments too long to realize she's still got the anal plug in, having to actually run a hand to her butt to check. There's nothing securing her, so she's still floating into the room, but the lack of sight and sound doesn't let her see who's nearby. She can still smell the linen candle, and her lips taste of a mix between cum and vanilla, with nothing gagging her like there was last night.

Bringing her hands up to sign, not willing to give up the game yet, she asks the room.

"Ember?" She feels the warmth of the room messing with her proprioception, surely slurring her signing.

It's seconds to when she feels her hands softly grabbed by warm ones, pressed across a latex covered flat chest, and slid down and over a familiar feeling dick, a smile springing to her lips when she recognizes familiar veining and Ember's warm uncut dick beneath her hands.

Using his dick as a very soft handhold, and trailing hands up and around Ember, Cass orients herself up to match with Ember, slowly locking their lips together after a near miss with a very soft nose. She feels Ember's hands slide up her, one crossing her back and rump and over the plug, while the other slides up her front, briefly pressing the toys before sliding over to her hips, mirroring his other hand. They work their way up her body until reaching her ears, slowly removing the earmuffs, muffled sound coming back before crashing back fully when the earplugs are removed.

Cass can hear their lips smacking together as they kiss, tongues fighting for dominance when the pressure of the wraps on her eyes lessens, the sight of Ember's soft blue nose, his green eyes meeting hers as the kiss slips away, the two breaking apart for air.

"Have a nice nap there Cass?" He asks, a touch of a teasing note in his voice, mixing with a touch of concern.

Cass nods before pointing towards the attached bathroom.

"Oh, right, we should get those out of you, you did sleep in them for a couple of hours."

Cass nods before smirking at him, pushing off of him and landing on the ground softly, walking somewhat unsteady, filled with toys as she is, to the bathroom. She turns her head back around to wave Ember in to join her, not like she's hiding anything, and the long toy may be easier to remove with help.