Gallows Humors, Gallows Duties Ch 6

Y'all thought that was all!? Well you're wrong! Cause I wrote this over time last month!

Why!?

BECAUSE I'M A WORKAHOLIC!

BWAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Send help? ._.

Joking aside, for those of y'all that always voted for this story, this is for you!

I too, liked this story, so I used my time off to chip away at a new chapter.

Hope you like, comments, the usual. 8D

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I woke up pleasantly sore, big spooning against Nana’s warm, muscular body that had the exact right amount of squish, her head using my left bicep as a pillow and thanks to the superhuman strength granted by my templates, my arm wasn’t an unfeeling lump of meat. Looking at the bed stand alarm clock, I had a good thirty minutes before I had to get up, so I ground my morning wood to Nana’s tight ass and cupped one of her breasts softly.

Using my psychic powers to keep Nana’s mind quiescent, I moved my other hand to the lips of her pussy, ignoring the mess of come that had leaked out of her overstuffed quim overnight, I began to rub her pussy to warm her up.

It didn't take long, her sleeping mind reacting to the pleasure, she began to squirm, rubbing her derriere against my stiff cock, that sensation making it difficult to maintain the concentration needed to keep her slumbering. Once I judged her ready, I shifted and in a single hard thrust, sheathed my cock inside her to the base, her pussy clamped down on me as I gave her deepest point a firm kiss.

As I all but went cross-eyed from the sensation, I lost control of the telepathic link keeping Nana asleep. She snapped awake with a whorish moan, her body reveling in the feeling of being filled to just beyond the point she found painful.

“Whah?” She asked before I rolled, forcing her face down on the bed, and pumped in and out of her at a fast pace, the wet slaps of my hips striking her ass heightening the experience of fucking the beautiful woman beneath me. She tried to stay quiet, but it wasn’t long before she was moaning into the bed as she thrust her hips back to meet mine.

I took hold of her wrists and held them to the small of her back, my grip tight enough for it to hurt, I tangled my other hand in her hair and used it as a grip to push her face harder against the mattress, she ‘fought’ against my grip, her mind lighting up with a minute amount of fear and a whole lot of lust as she slowly suffocated, but One For All remained untapped, her mind too busy indulging in her ‘defeated and ravaged’ fetish to think of whatever excuse not to indulge in the ecstasy I thrust upon her.

The pressure in my loins built quickly, and even though I didn’t fight it too hard, Nana came first, her quim clamped down on my cock and she squirted on her bed, this had me thrust as deeply as I could into her, her milking me from base to tip set me off and she shuddered as I spilled myself into her.

Once our climax ended, I turned us over so she lay on top of me, Nana drawing a desperate, gasping breath, then did her best imitation of a limp noodle as she lay on top of me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I gently played with her tits, taking advantage that she was still impaled on my dick by making short, shallow thrusts to make her breath hitch.

As soon as Nana was cognizant enough to string two words together (a process I was more than happy enough to continuously interrupt for the funsies), she ground out through her gasps. “You, are so grounded, you brat.”

I chuckled, thrust up into her to grind the head of my cock against her deepest point, and let go of one of her wonderful tits so I could stick my index and middle fingers in her mouth to play with her tongue. I then murmured into her ear. “No I’m not. Look at it this way, because of your very persuasive argument.” I thrust up again, making her whimper around my fingers. “Your delinquent student is not going to drop out of school after all. You are sacrificing yourself to make certain the delinquent with violent tendencies has a future.”

Nana’s mind immediately went to her other preferred genres to watch and read when she felt pent up. The fact that I was accidentally hitting her fetishes one after another entirely by accident was both funny, and a point of pride for me.

Having her mind be an open book made things so much easier, I could see why plenty of telepaths did it.

Now to lean further into the ‘bad boy corrupting the weak willed teacher’ role. I took my fingers out of her mouth, took hold of her neck and squeezed gently, only just tight enough for her to feel a small amount of pressure on her airway, and murmured into her ear. “Well Sensei. We don’t have all day for you to laze about you know? I’m still not calm down there, if you take too long, we might just miss school. So be a good teacher and clean me up so we can take a shower…together.”

“Brat.” Nana grumbled, then sat up, and slowly lifted herself up on her knees, exposing my still hard cock to the comparatively frigid air of the room a half inch at a time, until my glans came out of her pussy with an obscene ‘pop!’ my come dripping out of her puffy, red, messy quim in a display I found surprisingly erotic.

Nana crawled on the bed until she turned around, lay down next to my dick, took a moment to marvel at it while thinking ‘I fit this whole thing in me?’

She then took me into her mouth, and slowly but steadily glided down my shaft, she gagged when she got halfway, retreated an inch, took a deep breath, then moved down and swallowed me into her throat like a champ, refusing to stop until her nose was buried in my pubes.

Her swallowing around my length made me go cross-eyed, my back arching involuntary as she began to bob her head up and down. I took two fistfuls of her hair and it took all of my willpower to merely follow her movements rather than use my grip to forcibly use her head to fuck her throat.

My pleasure once again built quickly, my self-control failing as I forced her to take me to the hilt and ground her face into my groin as I came straight down her throat.

After my climax thundered through me, I collapsed back into the bed and breathed. Nana drew back, making me squirm as she sucked hard enough to seem like she wanted to suck the soul out of my body, coming off my dick with a wet ‘pop!’

She fell forward, licking my scrotum absently as she tried to catch her breath.

“Fuck a duck you’re incredible.” I said the first thing that came to mind, pride and chagrin both rose in Nana’s mind at my praise.

It was as I lay there, a beautiful woman resting between my legs and all but worshipping my body, that I realized that in the heat of the moment, I’d promised to stay in school in exchange for sex.

Except Nana was mine, I literally held power over her, I could have her, or Angela, or Iris, or even Reinforce at any time I wanted. I could explain that it had been roleplay and put my foot down and drop out of school, but I’d look like I was welching on a promise.

The answer was obvious; fuck Nana often and hard, get my proverbial money’s worth out of the deal. A simple and elegant solution.

“Let’s go take a shower.” I said, and helped Nana walk bowlegged to the bathroom. Where I proceeded to push her against the wall and fucked her from behind until she pissed herself.

It was a good thing Iris made breakfast, or we’d have been late to school.

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I paid one-third attention at class, the teacher was only going over calculus anyways.

Too bad I didn’t have biology today, I’d have loved to tease Nana by making her recall all the adorable noises she made last night and this morning. She’d had to use her Quirk to walk straight when we arrived in school.

But making her blush bright red just by seeing me all day might draw some suspicion. I’d hate to have to mind whammy away an entire investigation about my having sex with my woman.

Speaking of…bending Nana over her desk during lunch sounded like just the perfect idea. I didn’t give in to my logical desire to quit school. She got to have her pussy messily filled. Win-win.

I did not, in fact, fuck Nana cross-eyed during lunch. I went to the cafeteria, and ate lunch.

Like a peasant!

“Fuck off, Todd.” I said automatically as Jason arrived.

“Fuck you, too.” He said as he sat across from me. “Your face is unusually less resting bitch face than usual, something good happen?”

“You could say that.” I answered. I wasn’t stupid enough to brag about fucking the school’s hottest teacher, especially to Batman’s adopted kid. The Caped Crusader might get it in his head to ‘rescue me,’ can’t have that.

Picking up on my smug condescension, Jason snorted when he realized I wasn’t going to tell him what it was had me in such a good mood.

I looked at the capture timer for Wonder Woman, it still had most of a day left, so it would be better if nothing happened so the capture could finalize and I could use the infusion of points to get the rest of my resistances.

Yes, I had enough to be somewhat certain the unstable mess this world-line called reality wouldn’t hurt me specifically. But it was best to be sure, I wouldn’t want a Time Boom to paradox my girls and I out of existence.

I finished my lunch, leaned my elbow on the table, and rested the side of my head on my hand. “Blegh, the first Monday of the week is always the worst.”

“The fuck you on about?” Jason asked, spraying bits of expensive looking sauce. On the one hand, gross, on the other, poor Alfred, I bet he slaved over that sauce that you’re wasting.

“The first Monday of the week, dumbass. It’s always the worst.” I pressed.

He blinked at me. “There’s only the one Monday in a week.”

I shook my head. “Nah nah, see, first you have Monday, then you have Second Monday, followed by Mid-Monday, short for ‘Mid-Week-Monday,’ after that you have Post-Mid-Monday, then finally Fifth-Monday. Then the sweet relief of pre-pre-Monday, then the dread of pre-Monday, then the whole torturous cycle repeats until you find the sweet embrace of oblivion.”

Jason stared at me for long seconds before he said. “I’m…not sure how to respond to that.”

“Existential dread, mostly.”

“Or you’re just an idiot.”

“Time will prove me correct, just you see. The only ones spared this awful cycle are the idle rich.” I said, staring pointedly at him.

“Fuck off.” Jason growled.

“I didn’t say anything.” I said, maintaining the stare.

“Well, you’re not saying it obnoxiously loudly.”

“I’m a Jedi like that.” I said with a smirk.

“Well, if you wanna be a Jedi with teeth, you best stop it.”

“I seem to recall you being the one who limped the worst to the ice cream shop last time we fought.”

“That was then, now I’d wipe the floor with you.”

If only you knew, buddy.

I perked up as I caught a stray thought before focusing in on it. One of the more posh kids at the school, Joseph Stain, he rubbed shoulders with the more affluent kids at Gotham City Highschool, the way he did this was by inviting them to an illegal fighting venue at Park Row.

And there was a special event tomorrow night, open to walk-ins. Winner takes ten percent of the pot of all the bets.

“Oi, what’s with the creepy smile? Stop that shit, you’re freaking me out.” Jason said.

“Sorry, remembered something good is happening tomorrow.” I said, bringing my expression under control.

“The fuck you on about?”

I turned my head, my neck eliciting several loud pops. “Just about to come into some pocket money is all.”

“Did you have to make that sound ominous?”

“Yep.”

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“Absolutely not!” Nana and Angela said in stereo.

I blinked, nonplussed. “The hell do you mean no?”

“No means no!” The two said, continuing their eerie synchronicity.

“Alex, you’re good in a scrap, but this is an illegal fighting venue!” Nana said on my right, using the tone of voice one normally reserved for particularly dull children.

Which was rather hurtful. I may not be the sharpest knife in the crayon box, but I wasn’t too stupid. I’d memorized the first six digits of Pi!

“Have you any idea as to the injuries you might sustain!” Angela said on my left, pointing her index finger at my nose and making me instinctively cringe back. “Legitimate fighting rings are bad enough, but illegal fighting rings seldom if ever have any rules! Eye gouging, biting, digit shattering, all are accepted!”

“But…But you can heal, and I have superpowers?” I asked. “I really don’t see the issue here.”

“You haven’t taken the time to properly practice your powers!” Nana hissed, pressing forward until I had backed up against the wall, then distracted me as her magnificent breasts squished against my pectorals, mini-me twitching at the contact.

Silence penis. I have worried women to reassure.

“You may be superhumanly strong and tough, but we haven’t tested those limits!” Angela hissed, also pressing forward so close that her tight, athletic body with the perfect amount of squish pressed into me, making it even more difficult not to attempt to split my attention from the argument.

“Ladies, ladies.” I said, throwing an arm around their waist and pulling them closer, Nana’s cheeks gaining a fair dusting of red. “I appreciate the concern. I really do. But it really is unfounded.”

“You cannot know if they’ll have a Meta present!” Angela said, poking my chest, seemingly uncaring of the arm I had around her waist, but pointedly not fighting against the contact. “In illegal fighting venues, they don’t have separate leagues! They throw normal people into the ring purely to watch them be broken!”

“Then it’s a good thing I have literal superpowers.” I said slowly.

“We’ve gone over wh-HMPF!” Angela at first thundered, then was unable to continue when I plugged her lips with mine and stilled her tongue by wrapping mine around it. She chuffed, struggled, and tried to break the kiss, but as I had transitioned my hand from the small of her back, to the back of her head, she did not have much success.

Via the instructions of Sticky Fingers, it didn’t take long for her hisses and gasps to turn into moans, and for her pushing hands to transition into holding onto my shoulder and shirt.

I did not spare Nana as I ran my hand over her body, pressing into pressure points and making her squirm as she bit back moans.

“Alex! You can’t just—!” Nana began, then yelped as I broke the kiss with Angela and turned around, pressing them both against the wall.

Lastly, I cupped their cheeks, then pressed my thumb into their mouths and used it to gently but firmly press their tongues down.

Withstanding their sullen glares (they looked both hot and adorable, holy shit. I needed to go over my girls’ schedules to set up a ‘harem day’ and spend all day fucking my girls into a puddle) I spoke in a gentle tone that nonetheless brooked no argument.

“Ladies. I appreciate your concern. But I will be doing this, whether or not you approve of it. You cannot stop me as I can literally teleport anywhere, at any time, and you will not be able to dissuade me. So I suggest rather than continue to waste all of our time, you instead think of how best to help me use this fighting venue to undermine the criminal elements of Gotham City.”

They both tried to talk, but going by their surface thoughts, it wouldn’t be to do as I asked, so I rubbed my thumb over their tongues.

“Ladies.” I stated, psychically pressing gently into their minds to add further gravitas to my words, making them grow still, Nana, in particular, pausing with her hands having taken a firm grip of my forearm. “I do not enjoy repeating myself. The only choice you have that will affect the outcome of my endeavor, is the choice to help me, or to be uninvolved. I will walk into that venue tomorrow night, and I will walk out of there with the prize money, as well as intel into the criminal organization that runs it. Do you understand?”

I switched my gaze from one to the other. Angela was the first to look away and nod, Nana held out longer, but once she no longer had Angela to support her, it didn’t take long for her to look away and nod demurely.

“Atta girls.” I said, kissing each of them on the forehead. After that, I caressed their tongues, and slowly pulled my thumb out of their mouth. Nana gently sucking on it subconsciously.

I licked their saliva off my thumbs, then reached down and gave their asses an appreciative squeeze and a pinch, making them twitch adorably.

I turned around, my eyes settling on Iris, who flinched and looked back at me like a deer in the headlights. I said. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about you. Come over here.”

She stood and stiffly made her way over to me, her mind awhirl, a part of her finding my handling of Nana and Angela, the two previous figures of authority whom she had inherited years worth of memories with to be very arousing, the other part of her mind having flashbacks to the men of the SCP foundation and their assertions of authority.

Can’t have that. I gently suppressed the flashbacks, and made her concentrate on the arousal she felt at my taking charge. She was fidgeting by the time she reached me.

I gently patted her head. “You didn’t challenge me on this, and while I appreciate the implied support, I don’t want you to think I won’t value your input. If you ever feel that I’m in the wrong, I expect you to tell me, understood?”

She squirmed some more, but nodded.

“That’s my girl.” I said, and gently kissed her.

I could feel the mixture of arousal and jealousy stirring in Nana and Angela, and I began to gently stroke their arousal as I deepened the kiss with Iris. Once I had the girl whimpering, I broke the kiss and gently guided her to the couch.

“Come along you two, it’s time for your punishment.”

“Punishment?” Nana asked, her arousal spiking as I made sure all the curtains in the house were drawn shut, something I really should have done before.

“You were naughty girls who kept arguing even after I explained to you how things would be.” I said, taking a seat and guiding Iris to sit next to me. I raised a hand, their protests dying on their lips. “You are going to take your punishment one way or another, the only thing you can control is in how much trouble you’re going to be when you do. Now come over here and kneel.”

Nana surprised me by requiring very little psychic help to capitulate, making her way to me and kneeling, Angela joining her a moment later, her mind a confused mix of trepidation, shame, lust and acceptance. Surprisingly, Angela was the one who was more readily accepting me as her Master. A light probing of her long-term memories showed that, out of the two of them, she had been the one to approach my personality matrix to learn what she could of the Company.

She understood her situation better than Nana did, and while the jury was still out on me as her Master, she was at least confident that I wasn’t needlessly cruel. She was even grateful for my saving the kids and my ‘healing rampage’ even if she had held back on openly praising me for fear of undermining Nana’s authority, seeing as to the woman had essentially been in charge for the years they’d spent in this universe.

Well, it was time to make them understand they weren’t in charge anymore.

I sent my pants and underwear to my pocket dimension, allowing my painfully stiff cock to spring up in front of my women’s faces.

“Get to work, you two.” I said, leaning back and drawing Iris to my side, who was busy staring at my dick, seemingly mesmerized.

Nana looked back at me defiantly, but her defiance deflated when Angela leaned forward and took me into her mouth, only able to glide halfway down my cock before gagging. She pulled back, then bobbed her head up and down on the upper third of my dick.

With Angela taking the initiative, I took a gentle fistful of Nana’s hair and pulled her down, pressing her lips against my scrotum. It took her a moment, and for me to psychically push her thoughts toward her fetishes, but she opened her mouth and began to obediently worship my balls with her tongue.

It was a good thing I’d felt like showering as soon as I got home, the mood probably wouldn’t have survived my pausing to take a bath.

“Atta girls.” I said, gently patting their heads, with my free hand I began to play with Iris’ pussy, the girl’s eyes welded to the sight of the two beautiful grown-ass women worshipping my cock and balls.

I enjoyed myself for a few minutes before saying. “Switch.”

Angela popped off my dick before licking my balls significantly more awkwardly than Nana had. The MILF for her part parted her lips and expertly sank down until she buried her nose in my pubes, displacing Angela in the process.

Iris came on my fingers to that sight, and I gently massaged the picture forming in her mind with me as the one being in charge.

As my women got progressively more into their ‘punishment’ I leaned back, enjoyed myself, and watched in amusement as Nana began making plans to ‘sacrifice herself’ and using her body to influence my decisions via sex.

Sounded like a win win to me.

I’d have to see about making some costumes later, no way was I going to let Nana do heroics with her face exposed.