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The chanting had grown louder. Most everyone in the room spoke in unison with the priest and priestess, the foreign words pouring out into the air, filling the space of the ceremony chamber.
Dinah couldn't keep from shuddering. The chanting was deep, droning. She could feel it slithering over her half-naked body, under her skin, burrowing into her bones, into her gut. Becoming part of her.
The book that the Priestess Lilith had brought in was set upon the dais and opened. That was from where they were reciting their chants, Dinah could see. It was like a twisted biblical hymn, she realized. But on the page opposite, the blonde could see there were… illustrations. Artistic representations of men and women with their bodies entangled.
Dinah quickly averted her eyes, forcing herself to stare straight ahead. She didn't want to think about her very near future.
Flanked on one side by Reston and on the other by Helena, Dinah was well aware of her lack of escape options. Even aside from those two, Dinah was very much surrounded. On all sides, there were Kingston Brothers and their lady guests. She couldn't possibly fight her way through them all. Not without using her Canary Cry and risking killing some of them.
There were women garbed in white robes slowly passing through their numbers. Dinah watched the women in white anoint the female inductees and then bid the greenhorn Brothers to drink red wine from a glass goblet lined with gold.
Helena must have caught Dinah staring as well as her curious expression, because a second later her raven-haired friend was whispering low in her ear.
"That's a special mix to provide stamina. Those green boys have a lot to prove tonight." Helena explained, her voice a soft purr. Her excitement was clear, coloring her words. Like she was very much looking forward to experiencing that enhanced stamina in action. Dinah, on the other hand? Not so much.
Just then, Reston leaned over to whisper into Dinah's other ear. He had been listening. How could he not have been?
"It's just regular wine, Miss B." The younger man explained with a quiet chuckle. Even whispering, his voice was deep and rumbling, especially for a teenager. Dinah breathed in, ignoring how her belly quivered as his words slithered into her ear. She said nothing and Reston continued on. "One of the Elder Brothers told me the week after my induction. We don't take enhancements. That's just something we tell the new guys to put them in the right headspace. It's a placebo."
Beside her, Dinah heard Helena make a tiny, scandalized gasp. Opposite, Reston gave a small sound of affirmation. I'm telling the truth, was his unspoken reply.
"This ceremony for new Brothers has always been about unlocking their true potential as men… and as lovers." Reston said. Dinah breathed in, her body going tense as she felt his hand ghost down to the small of her back. A gentle, almost-nothing touch. But somehow it felt as possessive and violating as if he had grabbed a handful of ass. Dinah still said nothing and kept her eyes locked forward. Reston's voice came again, now a low growl. "But you're already familiar with mine, aren't you?"
Another quiver coiling deep in Dinah's belly. The blonde let out a sigh - one that almost came out as a moan. But she wouldn't let him have the victory.
Before Dinah could bite back a reply, Helena's hand joined Reston's on Dinah's lower back. The blonde closed her eyes, despairing as she heard Helena stifle a giggle.
"You're so bad, Matt."
The chanting came to an end. An instant later, there were two, loud claps. Dinah felt Helena and Reston's hands quickly retreat from her body. The blonde opened her eyes to see the Priestess Lilith with her hands held together above her head. The woman had signaled the next phase of the ceremony.
Around her, Dinah could hear faint shuffling as the gathered crowd all turned to face the dais, to witness their priest and priestess conduct their ritual.
Up on the dais, Priestess Lilith began to speak. Her voice was soft, feminine, but projected loud and with a measure of authority.
"That you stand here tonight, witness to our sacred rites and prayers, means you have shown great promise."
'Nothing sacred about what they do here', Dinah thought bitingly.
The Priest in the red robe picked up where Lilith had left off. His voice was deep and strong, much like Reston's.
"For you young men, that means you have shown aptitude not just in academics, but in areas beyond. Social finesse, physical prowess, and most importantly, a talent for discretion. You have shown daring, discipline, drive… and desire. Desire far beyond that of your peers."
His words boomed within the chamber, sending another tremble through Dinah's body. Why did she feel so small, so vulnerable? Wasn't she supposed to be a superheroine?
But despite the unsettling weakness that slithered through her body, Dinah paid close attention to what the Priest was saying. She finally realized why all the Kingston Brothers seemed to be top specimens of the male sex. Because those were the types the organization recruited.
'That's why I didn't see Curly wearing a ring during gym class. That's why only the jocks and the prep-types seemed to be wearing them.'
In hindsight, it made plenty of sense. Dinah mentally kicked herself for not figuring it out sooner. A group focused on male dominance and superiority wouldn't be too keen to accept weaklings and wimps. It wouldn't do well for the image they were cultivating.
Up on the dais, Priestess Lilith spoke again. Her smooth, feminine voice came as a stark contrast to the Priest's.
"The kind of spirit that you have shown should be nurtured, strengthened. It should be emboldened." Lilith called out with shocking conviction. Even for a woman under thrall, she was damn near zealous in her support of the Brotherhood. Dinah watched the softball coach smile down at the gathering that surrounded the dais. "The world needs bold, vigorous young men. The Kingston Brotherhood believes you are up to the task. And tonight you are going to prove it."
The respectful silence was interrupted by a brief bustling of excitement. All around her, Dinah could hear the inductees break into faint murmurs of approval, their lady guests giving quiet giggles and giddy whispers.
'The main course', Dinah concluded. 'What they all came here for…'
"Ladies… You are here tonight because you too have seen the promise of these young men." The Priest's voice boomed again as he gestured to the inductees before him, as if he was presenting them. "And as enlightened women, you have come to the same truth that many sisters have before you. The strength and power of Man is a beautiful thing. It should be served… and rewarded."
Dinah herself felt her belly coil and flip. A sane woman would have felt she was about to vomit or gag. But to her dismay, that was not at all the sensation that gripped Dinah's body. The blonde fought down the implications, forced them deep, deep into the depths of her mind. She wouldn't give it any attention. It would wither and die in the pit of what was to be forgotten.
She could ignore her thoughts, but she could not ignore her body. Half-naked, dressed in a mockery of her heroic garb, Dinah felt warm. And between her legs, her womanhood ached. She remembered then how Reston's cock had filled her mouth, stretched her throat. She remembered what it felt like for his seed to flood into her gullet. She wanted that for her cunt. Or rather, her body did.
'Damn it. Damn it!'
Dinah was a superheroine. The Black Canary was meant to show the world that girls could play rough just the same as the boys. That's what her own mother had done. That's what Dinah did. They proved that they were more than arm candy, more than pretty things to be touched and admired.
So why was the Brotherhood's sick, chauvinist ideology turning her on?
'We should have never come here.' The thought shot quickly, bitingly through Dinah's mind. 'This place, the kids, the teachers, this whole campus is sick. It fucked with our minds, staying around these freaks for so long. We should have sent Zatanna. Or Doctor Fate. Anybody but us!'
Priestess Lilith raised her arms, beaming with joy.
"Ladies… Brothers… remove your robes."
There came another round of faint shuffling followed by the sound of soft fabric hitting the floor. Dinah dared to take a quick look around.
Skin. Bare skin, so much revealed for any wandering, hungry eye. Damn near the whole gathering putting themselves on display without a second thought, men and women both.
The women were in lingerie. Scanty outfits that even strippers would find daring. Lush thighs, soft and trim bellies, milky breasts both big and small, pushed together to create deep valleys of cleavage - or without a stitch of clothing at all!
And the men…
The young men, the teen inductees of the Kingston Brotherhood, were completely naked. Their fit, healthy, strong bodies, undraped without shame. No shyness in the way they carried themselves, at least none that Dinah could see. No nervousness. No anxiety. The young men that surrounded her were proud and free. Them and their cocks. Their swollen, half-hard cocks that swayed slightly down between their legs.
Dinah put her eyes forward, her back going ramrod straight. She had forgotten. There was one such strapping young man standing right beside her.
She had already become well acquainted with Matt Reston's manhood, but still she feared to get another eyeful - or mouthful.
Before she could dare to take a peak, Helena's sweet voice flowed into Dinah's ear. Accompanied by the feeling of her hand ghosting just over the surface of Dinah's exposed buttocks.
"You look amazing, Di. This should have been your superhero costume. It makes your ass look insane."
Then Helena drew her hand back… and gave Dinah's ass a teasing spank. The blonde jumped at the sting, biting her lip to keep from letting loose an embarrassing sound. She'd never felt so vulnerable and weak before. Hell, she didn't even feel like a superheroine anymore. Just a helpless pretty thing surrounded on all sides. A feeling that only grew more potent as Reston added himself to the mix, groping her ass possessively, drawing sighs from her lips as his strong hands squeezed the plump flesh of her lovely rear end.
"She's right," The young man murmured into her ear. He gave a low chuckle, pressing a small kiss to her temple. "Fucking perfect ass you've got, Miss Blake. But I knew that since our little dance in the locker room."
While one hand grabbed handfuls of her buttocks, Reston's other hand rose up her front. His thick fingers drew gently up the exposed skin of her midriff until they reached the sweet prize they sought - her pale, perky tits. His hand snaked under her leather half-jacket, cupping one of her teardrop breasts. His palm eclipsed the teat, covering her nipple completely. She felt it graze against his hand, sending sweet shocks down her back and an unmistakable twinge in her belly.
Dinah drew in a breath, almost stumbling on her heeled feet. Her eyes fluttered shut and she clasped her hand over Reston's, keeping his hold at her bosom. She turned her eyes onto him then after pointedly ignoring his presence for most of the ceremony.
As expected, he was naked. But Dinah didn't allow her eyes to drop down. She forced herself to match his gaze. There was a smile on his handsome face, so infuriating for her to see. She locked onto his gaze, staring into his eyes. The eyes that were devouring her body, relishing in her ritualistic humiliation. They had Dinah fuming.
She had her chance right then. To break cover and just go to town on these Kingston bastards. To send her fist hurtling into Reston's stupid, perfect face. If she kept going along with this, she might never get the opportunity again. Dinah knew she was balancing on the knife edge. The longer she kept her cover, the more likely she'd end up like Helena. The smart choice would be to stop.
And yet, Dinah did not.
Helena's lips fell upon Dinah's neck, peppering her with sweet, butterfly kisses. Reston continued to grope his fill of Dinah's body, shamelessly touching and squeezing and pinching. Dinah gave a soft moan as he took one of her nipples between his finger and thumb, his touch surprisingly deft.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" Dinah struggled to speak, fighting back weak moans as Reston continued to play with her tits and ass. But still there was a fire in her voice, a biting edge that had Reston's eyes gleaming wickedly. "Aren't you gonna prove how manly and powerful you are? I want to know what you can do with that big cock."
Reston only gave a small, rumbling laugh. Dinah fumed silently… but the quivering between her legs was undeniable.
"I've already proven myself in the eyes of the Brotherhood." Reston told her, smirking. "This ceremony is for them."
Reston gestured to the inductees that surrounded them. Dinah's eyes followed his hand, noticing just then to her shock that many of the couples had already become entangled. Sweet moans, whines, and beastly grunts filled the air. It was the sound of dark, carnal bliss.
Fresh-faced teen boys setting their lusts upon their classmates, their teachers, their coaches - beautiful, voluptuous women, each and every one. Dinah spotted one young man bury his face into his woman's ample teats, smothering himself with her vast, milky swells. Another young man had his woman on her back, straddling her belly while he fucked her tits. Dinah looked on in silent horror, watching that stud pound his long, fat dick into the deep valley between his woman's breasts.
'That's what's going to happen to me…'
Then Reston drew his hand from her breasts and cupped her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. His thumb brushed against her lower lip and Dinah damn near sucked the digit into her mouth. It was a reflex that she had to fight down and she hated herself for it.
"This ceremony is also for you." Reston said. There was a calmness in his expression that Dinah hadn't seen before. She'd mostly seen him as cocky, arrogant, or infuriatingly smug. The serene look in his eyes was… concerning. "We're just waiting for the ring-bearers to arrive."
"Ring-bearers?" Dinah's brow furrowed.
But Helena was there to happily fill in the gaps.
"So you can get your very own ring, Di." Her fallen friend whispered excitedly. "Then we'll really be like sisters!"
Dinah didn't have enough spirit to feel frightened. Or angry. Not anymore. She didn't even fight back as Helena eased the leather half-jacket down and off of her shoulders. With no way out and now with even less clothing than she started out with, Dinah could only watch numbly as the gathering of teen boys and their female companions fucked each others' brains out around her.
"You know…" Reston growled into Dinah's ear, pressing kisses to her bare shoulders and neck. "In that outfit, you sort of look like Black Canary."
"That's because she is the Black Canary."
A woman's voice had cut through the air, soft but somehow firm. Dinah felt a spike of ice cold fear stab deep into her back. She stood still as death, unwilling to believe it.
'This is a bad dream. This isn't real.'
The sounds of lovemaking had ceased, leaving the chamber eerily quiet. Reston drew his hands away from Dinah's body. The blonde didn't dare look at him.
She did dare to turn her eyes to the source of the voice. It had been familiar, a voice she'd heard before. But she couldn't place it. She needed to see. Dinah turned slowly, putting her gaze onto the large double doors she had entered through.
And there she was, with perfect, pale skin and immaculate raven-black hair. Dinah's heart sank, dread coiling in her belly.
Headmistress Vivian Kaplan was there. And behind her followed a small group of people. Most of them wore robes. All except for one.
'Barbara!' Dinah damn near shouted.
Barbara was there! But her clothes… the redhead wore not a regular outfit, or even her Batgirl garb. No, she was dressed similarly to Dinah, wearing a scanty, mocking rendition of her hero suit. Purple thigh-high boots, high-heeled. Lace panties, also purple. And a sleeveless abbreviation of her zip-up coat, covering not her belly, and in fact ending just below her breasts. It was zipped down to offer a view of her humble cleavage. Barbara herself had her head bowed. Obedient. Defeated.
'Oh. Oh no.'
Headmistress Kaplan strode forth, her steps exuding elegant poise and unflappable confidence. She came to a stop before Dinah, reaching out to play with a lock of her blonde hair.
Dinah couldn't move. It was like her whole body had been frozen. Kaplan pursed her lips, abandoning Dinah's hair to gently pinch one of her nipples. Dinah gasped. And Kaplan gave a wicked smile.
"Nice to have you finally join us, Dinah Blake." Kaplan purred, rolling the blonde's nipple between her fingers. "Or should I say… Dinah Lance."
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Dinah's blood had turned to ice in her veins. Frozen with fear while the weight of absolute dread pressed down on her, smothering her, suffocating her. Around her, the ceremony had come to a halt, Kingston Brothers and Sisters ceasing their chanting to turn and stare at Dinah. At the newly revealed infiltrator.
Her cover was blown and she was surrounded. But the Black Canary didn't spring into action. She couldn't. It was like her feet were fused to the cold, stone floor. Dinah could only stand, a dreadful shiver rolling down her back, as the woman who had damned her stood mere inches away.
Headmistress Vivian Kaplan wore the devil's own smile, red-painted lips spread wide across her flawless, porcelain face. Her eyes twinkled in the faint candlelight, piercing right through to Dinah's soul. She was dressed in a robe of black silk, the fabric clinging to the sensual curves of her body. Her breasts in particular were wrapped up tight, enough that Dinah could see the faint outline of Vivian's nipples through the thin material.
The Headmistress was triumphant here… and it was clear she very much liked that.
The pale woman reached out and palmed one of Dinah's bare breasts which poured outward over her cupless bustier. She took one of Dinah's nipples between her fingers, rolling her thumb over the nub, making it pebble to hardness.
The blonde could only give a quiet, defeated moan. The warmth of the other woman's touch was delightful and sickening in equal measure. But it lasted for only a moment.
Vivian quickly drew her hand away, stepping back from the half-naked heroine. She turned her gaze onto the surrounding onlookers, the gathering of naked students and teachers, and thrust her arm out towards Dinah, as if presenting her to the crowd.
"Dinah Blake - actually Dinah Lance - was never a gym teacher!" The Headmistress' silky voice resounded off the chamber's high ceiling, giving power to her words - along with the ominous sense that she was all around them. She faced the woman in question once more, setting her fierce gaze upon the helpless blonde. Then came the hammer blow, the words that shattered what little remained of Dinah's fiery spirit. "She's the famed Black Canary! She came here, undercover, to dismantle everything we've built! And she wasn't working alone!"
The gathering of students and teachers broke into gasps and murmurs. Dinah could feel their eyes on her. Especially Reston's, who's larger frame she could still feel looming beside her. Helena remained on her opposite flank, her hand coming up her back to settle gently on the back of her neck.
'Nowhere to run… No escape…'
Vivian continued on, striding back towards the scantily clad Barbara. The redhead lifted her bowed head, meeting Dinah's gaze from across the chamber. Dinah could see a silent apology in her comrade's eyes - right alongside a very clear look of surrender.
The blonde felt a stone drop into the deepest pit of her belly. There was no biting retort bubbling up in her throat. There was no point. She knew what the Headmistress was going to say next.
"Barbara Morgan - or rather, Barbara Gordon." Vivian announced to the crowd, running her fingers oh so gently through the slender girl's mane of silky red hair. "You all might know her better as the famous Batgirl!"
Dinah no longer had any words. All that was left was defeat.
All around her, there were excited whispers and gasps of shock. Dinah could even hear Reston mutter in confusion right beside her. She could feel his eyes bearing down on her. But she didn't dare meet his gaze. She kept herself facing forward. She didn't know why. Maybe it was some desperate attempt to maintain a small measure of dignity. But it wouldn't change a damn thing.
Her cover was blown. She was surrounded. It was over.
The Birds of Prey lost.
"These two were attempting to infiltrate our Brotherhood!" Vivian announced, her voice booming powerfully through the ceremony hall. "They sought to learn our ways, our rituals, our secrets… only so they could destroy us from within!"
Another wave of gasps rolled through the crowd of attendees. They were louder this time, aghast and horrified. Some of the young men even began to shout and curse in anger. Dinah's whole body tenses up as she feared the mob would close in on her… but Vivian held up one open hand, signaling for silence.
The mob quickly settled into an uneasy peace, though many could be heard grumbling, muttering sharp words under their breaths.
"Do not hold enmity for these ladies." The Headmistress told the gathering. She stepped away from Barbara, her fingers lingering on the redhead's soft cheek as she went. Slowly, Vivian made her way towards Dinah, her queenly voice resounding clear and rich. "Like most women in the world, their minds have been poisoned. They have been led astray their whole lives, taught to believe that they would find purpose and meaning in acting as men do!"
Vivian Kaplan came to a stop before Dinah, looking upon the blonde with a sad, sympathetic smile. Like the way a mother would look upon a silly little girl.
Dinah had endured much in the last few days. She'd dealt with Reston's disrespect, his grabby hands, his stupid smile, his… his big fucking dick. She'd endured it all and not once had it broken her. But this? This insult was too great for the Black Canary to take quietly.
Even in defeat, Dinah felt a surge of white hot rage.
The blonde jerked her head away as Vivian reached out to caress her cheek.
"You're a fucking psychopath!" Dinah hissed fiercely, setting her burning gaze to match Kaplan's. "This whole place is sick!"
But the Headmistress was unmoved. The pale woman sighed and reached under her black robes. She drew her hand back out and in her fingers was clutched a small, glossy black stone. She held it in front of Dinah's face.
The influence was immediate. Dinah could feel her anger, her fury leaving her body. It was as if she was being drained of those emotions. The blonde soon felt lightheaded, her vision swirling some as she lost some of her balance. She would have fallen over had it not been for Helena and Reston at her sides.
"Amazing thing, this stone." She heard Vivian speak.
Dinah lifted her head and stared shakily at the woman she realized was the true power behind the Kingston Brotherhood. Vivian was smiling proudly as she cradled the stone in both hands.
'All this time… it was her.'
"Ancient Amazonian magic is simple… but quite powerful." Vivian continued. "One of the few useful things to come out of that wretched island. A physical manifestation of my will, my desire. A person only needs to stand near it to feel its influence. Of course, you and your friend already have."
Without the flame of anger to give her direction and focus, Dinah now felt the weight of dread. It sank deep into her gut, making her legs feel heavy as stone. The implication of Vivian Kaplan's words sank as well, deep into her head. Only a moment later did Vivian give voice to Dinah's worst fears.
"You see, you and dear Barbara never really had a chance." The Headmistress told Dinah, her red lips twisting into a wicked smile. "I had my claws sunk into you the moment you stepped into my office."
Dinah's eyes widened in shock. The feeling of dread in her gut grew, spreading through the rest of her body. Dark snakes coiled down her arms and legs, around her throat, suffocating her. She didn't want to believe it.
But memories began to play in her head, recollections from the last few days. Reminding her of every choice she and Barbara made, every decision that led them only to another complication or setback.
Every chance they had to leave. Every chance that they turned down.
It was horrifying, what Vivian was telling her. And deep down, Dinah knew it was true.
"You're delusional." Dinah said in a small voice. It was all the fighting spirit she could muster.
It was a stab to her heart hearing the Headmistress laugh.
"Delusional? No. I'm the only woman who can see the plain truth." Vivian reached out and caught Dinah by the chin, forcing the blonde to meet her gaze. The pale woman had mad eyes, Dinah could see. And they ran deep, so deep that the trapped heroine could feel the pull of the abyss. "This world belongs to men. Strong men. It's always belonged to them and it always will. My sisters on Themyscira were absolutely right to call this place 'Man's World'. The only difference between me and them is that I believe it should stay that way."
"You're an Amazon?" Dinah whispered, the dread coiling tighter.
Vivian released her hold on the blonde's face, her lips curling into a sneer.
"The only one with any true wisdom, it seems. It is the duty of women to submit to the authority of man." Vivian spoke plainly as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, gesturing towards the dozens of young and fit male students. As if their mere existence was proof of her claims.
Dinah found herself shaking her head. Another feeling came along to join the sense of dread. Bewilderment. Confusion.
An Amazon - a sister of Themyscira - wanted to betray womankind and undo decades, centuries of progress!
Dinah couldn't believe it. She refused to believe it!
This nightmare wasn't just frightening. It was absurd.
"God." Dinah breathed, appalled. A spark of anger returned to her heart, flaring hot. "You really are delusional. The only one with any power and authority here is you, Kaplan! Is this how you serve men? By running the whole show?"
As Dinah predicted, it was too much to expect Vivian Kaplan to be shaken from her path by pointing out her fallacy. The pale woman put on a motherly smile, once more looking upon Dinah as if she were a confused, wayward daughter.
Dinah thought of using her Canary Cry right then, or launching herself at Kaplan to start wailing on her, but those urges died as soon as they came into being, smothered immediately by the black stone's influence.
All the blonde could do was stand there and fume.
"Not even men are immune from the poison of equality. All those pervasive lies taught to them by the weak, pathetic leaders of this modern age. My bitch sister has only made it worse." Vivian's face momentarily twitched in distaste at the mention of the premier superheroine of the Justice League. "The damage done by Wonder Woman cannot be overstated."
Vivian took her eyes off of Dinah then, turning them to the man standing beside her. Matthew Reston. Immediately, the disdain and fury upon her face was replaced with adoration, passion… and twisted desire.
Her posture, the way she carried herself, changed dramatically. A moment before, the Headmistress was regal, immaculate, powerful. But as she stepped forth to Reston, she was no reverent, sensual, fawning.
The pale woman with raven black hair reached out and drew her hand over Reston's bare chest, shamelessly feeling up the younger man. And Dinah watched with revulsion, fascination, and envy as he accepted the woman's affection with cocky, infuriating mirth.
Vivian Kaplan gave a pleased hum, moving close into Reston's personal space. Her hand slid up his chest, coming to rest on his firm shoulder, and she gave his muscles a delighted squeeze. Her eyes looked clouded, glazed, as if she were in a trance. One of her own making, Dinah realized.
As Vivian stared lovingly into Matt Reston's eyes, she spoke again.
"These… magnificent young men are told to limit themselves every day, to make themselves weak so petty, envious women can feel strong." Vivian breathed out, practically moaning. But the needy passion of her words still held an edge. And their sharpness cut right down to Dinah's soul. "It's a tragedy that I cannot allow to continue. If today's men won't accept their rightful place above us, then they will be made to. This is not how I serve men, Miss Lance. This is how I worship them."
"No." Dinah said quietly. "This is sick. You're sick."
"I'm the cure for a degrading society." Vivian answered without turning from Reston.
The woman continued to feel up his toned, muscled body - and the young man allowed it without protest, grinning. The same expression on his face as when Dinah was choking on his fat cock. The blonde felt her stomach twist - not out of disgust, to her horror. Out of jealousy.
"Soon you will understand." Vivian briefly flicked her eyes towards Dinah. "Tonight, you and Barbara will know the joy and pleasure of service. Barbara will be given to Andrew Westfield - even the blind can see how much she wants him. A prime specimen of virility, that one. She should count herself lucky. But you, Dinah Lance, will serve beside me."
Dinah swallowed, the whole world around her fading away as the Headmistress' words poured into her ears. The black stone's touch was deep and absolute. Its tendrils were sinking into her mind, her heart, Dinah could feel it - and she couldn't fight it.
"Beside you…?" The blonde asked, confused.
Vivian didn't care to listen. She had now draped her body onto Reston's, pressing herself, her curves, her warmth, to mingle with the firmness of his figure. Both of her hands slid up the sides of neck, her slender fingers running through his hair, cradling the back of his head.
Dinah watched in silence as the woman drew the younger man into a deep kiss.
Deep. Sensual. And lasting. The Amazon was thorough in her enjoyment of Matthew Reston. Vivian moaned into the teen's mouth, devouring, hungrily swallowing every sound she urged out of him.
All the while, Dinah saw Helena looking upon the carnal scene… beaming with joy.
When Vivian finally broke the kiss, Dinah herself found herself short of breath.
"Matthew Reston." Vivian proclaimed, as if presenting a prized stud.
She did not break from the teenager, not entirely. Vivian pressed herself into his side, one hand still on the back of his neck. Her other fell upon his chest again, her fingers drawing down to his tight abdomen. Vivian turned her smoldering eyes back onto Dinah, wearing a brilliant, dreamy, and proud smile.
More praise came spilling from the lips of the Headmistress. Each word Dinah found more twisted than the last.
"My star pupil. My most daring charge. The boldest young man of this sacred brotherhood."
Vivian gave Dinah a heated look that pierced right to the depths of her soul. It was inferno. Pure desire.
"My husband."
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