Greed God chapter 61

January 17th 2016 Gotham City 3:00 PM EDT

[warning minor blackmail sex at first.]

The  gaping expression on that uppity bitch's face was...hilarious. She  wasn't expecting me to blackmail her into fucking me. I didn't much  care. She was a psycho and I couldn't have her running around free, so  she was either going back to Arkham or she was going to throw that ass  in a circle. Granted I probably should have just killed her if she  turned me down. Despite my general lack of fucks or any willingness to  give them "fuck me or die" left a bad taste in my mouth. Apparently even  I had lines.

She just stared at me, so I reached down and  unbuttoned my pants, letting my cock bounce free. Her eyes widened  again. "Well? You can start with a blowjob." She just stared. "Or I can  put this away, knock you out and then toss you back in Arkham. Your  call." Not much of a choice maybe, in the grand scheme of things, but it  WAS a choice. She licked her lips before crawling towards me on hands  and knees. She reached for me and I smacked her hands away. "Oh, one  more thing. If you bite me, I'm going to kick your ass and send you to  prison. Turn me down if you want but that biting shit won't fly."

She  blushed a bit and nodded. I felt for her desires, pushing up her need  to submit by a decent chunk to get her nice and horny as she leaned  forward to tentatively lick the head. Cherry had seen me catch that  knife, she knew I was stronger and faster than she was, so she didn't  try anything, just licked. She seemed almost to shy away from my cock,  like IT might bite her. I rolled my eyes. "Ok, never mind let's just get  you ready for Arkham, you clearly don't have any interest in this, and  even if you did you suck at it."

Her eyes snapped up to  me, sparking with anger. Her hands reached up, wrapping around my cock,  and started jacking it. She glared at me. "Unlike your bat whore I'm not  an expert at sucking dick. Redheaded slut probably subdues half the  criminals she downs with her throat. SOME of us have standards." She  sneered at me. "But then, I suppose if you did you wouldn't have to  blackmail a woman into bed." She jerked me off harder, seemingly trying  to punish me without overtly trying to hurt me.

She  failed, because I was a superhuman and her soft little I rank hands  couldn't do anything to my cock, but weirdly that malice made my balls  tighten a bit. I rolled my eyes. Before she could react I grabbed a  fistful of hair and shoved my cock into her throat. She gagged, choking,  and tried to pull back, but I held her there. "Shush. Breathe through  your nose. Fuck, keep gripping me like that with your throat and I'm  going to cum right now." She froze, her breathing evening out. I petted  her hair. "Good girl. Now play with my balls."

She reached  up, wide eyes fixed on me and did so fondling them softly and  inexpertly with her fingers. Then I pulled back and started dragging my  cock from her throat, pausing partway out to slide it back in. It was  agonizingly slow, but I was enjoying myself. I moaned. "Good girl,  Cherry, you're being so good for me." I spiked a surge of lust through  her when I said it. Reinforcing her reaction to pleasing me. I fucked  her face for about fifteen minutes and I rammed mind melting spikes of  pleasure into her brain every time I complimented her blowjob. She came  six times before I finally nutted down her throat.

I  pulled back and she stared up at me. She was...quiet. Stunned. I'd been  in her head enjoying her desires the whole time I'd been using her. She  was wet, needy, and very confused by how her body was reacting to this.  Little Cherry was a virgin in her early twenties and I'd made her feel  things her crime obsessed little mind hadn't known were even possible. I  was feeling out her desires though, and the normal rough fucking wasn't  what she needed. No I'd warmed her inner slut up good with the face  fuck, but pretty Cherry needed something a bit more intimate before I  could really own her.

I picked her up in a princess carry,  walking her over to the bed. I laid her down and slid my hands up her  body. I leaned in to whisper to her. "That was nice wasn't it Cherry?  Did you enjoy yourself. Did you enjoy being a good girl for me?" She  nodded, and I had a thought. Cherry was a knock off Barbie, which meant  she might have the same fetishes. I dig deep down into her subconscious  with Eros and Psych, and sure enough, there it was. A bit more twisted,  but I knew that desire.

I slid my hand into her panties,  rubbing her clit, and her eyes fluttered. "You're not a bad girl are you  Cherry? I misunderstood you. You're just lonely, just sad. You don't  need to go to prison, you just need to be loved. You need a daddy." Her  cunt spasmed as I said the magic word, the same way Barbie's did. I was  going to enjoy using them together sometime soon.

She  stared at me, her eyes cloudy with lust and slight confusion. "D-daddy?"  I pushed her back on the bed, sliding my fingers into her, two of them  were a right fit, but her hips bucked up in reaction. "I-fuck, I'm a  good girl daddy." I stummed her clit and her fetish at the same time as  she whimpered on my hand. She and Barbie really were alike. Except  Cherry didn't have a distant police commissioner father to keep her  stable. Her father had been a sociopath and he was dead now.

I  loomed over her, huge compared to her five foot eleven form. I set my  cock head to her pussy and  slid my hand up, rubbing my thumb in a  circle halfway up her stomach. I felt her lust flare. She knew where I  was touching. She could see how long my cock was, and where it would end  up once I pushed. Her brain was fogged over with lust and need and I  was helping with Eros and Psych. I started pushing forward working my  tip between her tight little pussy lips. "You know...I might not be able  to be your daddy. I'm Batgirl's daddy."

Her eyes snapped  up to me, and I didn't even need to feel her lust to see the rage and  jealousy. Wow, she had been seriously brainwashed to hate Barbie.  Luckily that was a huge advantage to me. She sneered at me angrily.  "That little bitch isn't half the woman I am. You don't want some easy  little slut who bends over for any villain with a couple minions. This  is fresh fucking pussy. Can she really call you daddy if she's had other  men inside her?" She hooked her ankles behind me and jerked me forward.

I  didn't let her bottom me out, I'd have torn her in two, but I let her  slide me in slowly. She cringed, her face contorting, but she breathed  deep as she slowly shoved me into her guts. She grabbed a handful of my  hair and yanked me down to stare into her wild blue eyes. "This is yours  now daddy! No other man has ever been in here! You came and took it and  now it belongs to you, but you better take care of it. Will you give me  what I want daddy?"

I groaned, she felt...wild. Fuck,  crazy pussy I'd had, but crazy VIRGIN pussy? Crazy virgin pussy that  spent every day training her body to be a lethal weapon? This cunt was a  special kind of fantastic. "What do you want? No hurting Batgirl, she's  mine." I shoved another inch in and she grunted, eyes crossing. "My  girl's get along. But I don't mind giving my ladies presents. So tell me  what you want."

She moaned in joy. "Oh FUCK yes, daddy  always gives me what I ask for. Fuck, I'm daddy's girl. Spoil me daddy!"  It took her a second to work through what I only belatedly realized was  an orgasm at my agreement to give her something, before she calmed  down. "Revenge. That cocksucker Trevor, I can't find him. He killed my  parents. Give me Trevor and I belong to you, heart, soul, and pussy."  She shuddered. "Fuck I missed this, I can feel daddy's love stuffed up  inside me. I'm such a good girl."

I may have opened a  slightly larger jar of crazy than expected, but honestly I didn't care. I  slide out and then back in, starting to fuck, and she squealed in joy,  wiggling her hips. "Fine. Trevor is dead, or turned into a cactus or  whatever the fuck. But this cunt is mine. You need to surrender  completely. To belong to me, and I'll know." I leaned in and started  moving my hips, the wet sloppy hole that was trying to squeeze the life  out of me squelching with every shove. I leaned down to growl. "So tell  me bitch. Whose your daddy?"

I'd kind of always wanted to  say that, and it was weirdly hot, and clearly Cherry agreed because her  eyes rolled up and she started fucking furiously. "YES, YOU'RE MY DADDY!  YOU'RE MY DADDY! I'M SUCH A GOOD GIRL!" She was staring up at me with  wild blue eyes. "DO YOU FEEL IT DADDY! DO YOU FEEL ME LOVE FOR YOU! I  LOVE YOU SO MUCH MORE THAN BATGIRL! LOVE ME BACK LOVE ME HARDER, GIVE ME  EVERY INCH OF THAT FUCKING SWEET DIRTY LOVE!"

I admit the  dirty talk was doing it for me. I couldn't get enough of the hot  sucking virgin pussy that was swallowing me wetly like a pro hole with  every shove. I felt the fucking Brand form, and I made it appear right  over her womb. I wanted her to see it, to know it was there, and once it  connected I pulled off my mask. She squealed with delight, cooing at  me. "You're so handsome daddy! You're showing me your face because you  love me aren't you!" She grabbed me by the hair, yanking me down into a  kiss.

She bit my lip when we were kissing, drawing blood  and pulled back with wide shining eyes. "Tell me I'm your favorite  daddy! Tell me I have the sweetest pussy out of all your girls! Tell me  you love this cunt better than Batgirl! "She gave a wailing giggle."Tell  me I'm your best girl!" My balls churned at the insanity in her eyes.  Barbie got like this too, got just as crazy, and suddenly I wanted to  make them fight over me. To make them debase themselves for my cock, I  promised myself I'd do it.

I grinned, leaning down to kiss  her hard. "That depends baby, what will you do to make daddy happy?" I  could feel the desperate sucking heat of her cunt in my fucking toes. No  matter how many girls I fucked they were always different. Cherry had a  desperation none of the other girls could match, that daddy kink had  been wrapped up tight and it EXPLODED when I released it. Eros and  Psyche made it impossible for her to hurt me, and combined with the play  and pleasure she was completely fucking psychotically convinced I was  her new daddy.

She was shaking from lust and need as she  hurled herself down my cock, shoving her head against my chest and  nuzzling me. "Anything daddy! I'll kill for you! I'll die for you! Just  don't leave me again daddy, don't leave me all alone. It was so dark in  Arkham, so cold, but this is better, I feel warm again daddy, your life  is setting me on fire." I felt mildly bad about that last part, but it  quickly faded.

I would take care of this broken little  slut, so I had no reason to be guilty. But I didn't want to hear her  talk any more. I triggered her brand in a cascade of orgasms and let  myself explode inside her as she passed out. Then I relaxed. Man,  sometimes I needed a break from crazy bitches. I looked down at her  tight little body. Well...a break from their talking. That hole was good  for a few more rounds. Cherry wouldn't mind.