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Superbabes: Cancelled Orders

Cancelled Order #2: Raven

DISCLAIMER: Raven is property of DC and Orders & the Superbabes are property of @SnowWolf35. All events are fictional and not based on any real-life person or event. This story is parody and intended for persons 18 years or older only.

            Lucy’s sumptuously maintained body pushed into the break room door, having to playfully bat a few hands that were trying to tug her back by her uniform. “Ay, no! I’ll be back in fifteen!” She said, giving a wink at the besotted customers and closing the door with speed.

            She was greeted to the intimidating sight of the two tallest employees still seated at the folding table, hands clasped in an arm-wrestling match that didn’t appear to have moved an inch since she’d last been in 30 minutes ago. Giganta and Big Barda, or Ronnie-Bell and Rebecca as they were known behind the scenes, seemed absolutely stock-still until you looked at their hands closely, a faint but intense tremble suggesting the two were putting their entire strength into keeping the other from gaining ground. Several of the girls that were already on-break or not on shift yet were excitedly cheering them on, waving fistfuls of cash.

            “Hijo de puta, are they STILL at it?” The Green Lantern-costumed woman asked as she sidled up next to Joy, who was watching while still tugging her ample curves into her costume for her shift.

            “They’re gonna set a record at this rate,” the former JAV star said, hopping on one foot while trying to tug one of her lengthy white boots on.

            “C’moooooon Ronnie Bell!” Alice had her hood down and was excitedly waving a slip of paper with some sort of IOU written on it. “Drop the hammer already! I got two calls worth of tips riding on those genetically enhanced guns!”

            Laura, meanwhile, bedecked in her revealing Huntress outfit, held up a soda with a straw in it for Rebecca to sip on, massaging her shoulders like she was managing a prizefighter. “Don’t listen to her, champ! Artificial will never beat home-grown. You stay the course and win me a new TV!”

            “You sure you wanna be drinking all that,” Ronnie-Bell asked her opponent, a bead of sweat trickling down her neck. “Seems like… nngh …I wouldn’t want a full bladder to be the reason I got beat.” She smiled, trying to get inside her opponent (and roller-derby partner)’s head.

            Rebecca made a show out of enjoying her drink, giving an exaggerated sigh of contentment once she popped her lips off the straw. “I’ve got… mmph… time. Besides… hrrgh… you’re the one without anything cool… or refreshing… to drink, perfect for a parched, dry mouth…” She countered to the psychological warfare.

            Lucy sighed at the shameless displays of greed and, well, frankly boredom. The restaurant had been slow today, but even still, Lucy needed help waiting tables and everyone else seemed to be hiding out back here. Orders would have surely put a stop to it, but she was out doing a deposit drop-off at the bank and had left the asylum firmly in the hands of the inmates for about an hour.

            Granted, there were probably more tasteful metaphors to use in Gotham for the situation, but it felt apt.

            *RING, RING*

            It was just her luck that the phone rang at that exact moment, the Latina knockout doomed to never get a break, it seemed. “Anyone want to get that? No, just me?” She shouted rhetorically, grumbling under her breath in Spanish as she picked up the receiver.

            “Superbabes…”

TIME: 4:08pm (0.1 seconds into the future) PLACE: Gotham (Superbabes)



            “…We now deliver.”

            “Howdy, ma’am. We need us two o’ them there, uh… bird meals?”

            “You’ll have to be a little more specific. We have the Hawkgirl Hot Wings, The Black Canary Treat, the…”

            “No, none of those. It’s, uh… whatcha call them birds what’s like crows, but smaller?”

            “Ravens?”

            “ ’At’s the one, alright!”

            “Bueno. That’ll be two Raven Meals, which each come with two wings and two thighs, and a choice of fries or salad. Anything else?”

            “Fries fer both. And we need ‘em delivered by that pale gal what they’s named fer.”

            “So… delivered by Raven?”

            “S’what I said, yep!”

            “Uh, that should be alright. We’ll need her on her way back after 60 minutes, or we’ll have to call the police. One second while I get your information…”

TIME: 4:09pm (1 min. into the future) PLACE: Gotham (Superbabes)

            “Ay, Alicia!” Lucy waved the small slip of paper in Alice’s direction as she hung up the phone. “You got a delivery, chica.”

            Alice looked up quizzically from her spot cheering for Ronnie-Bell, walking over to take the note and examine it. “Are we even allowed to do deliveries when Orders isn’t here? This is practically in the sticks!”

            Lucy shrugged, cocking her hip and resting a hand on it. “It’s your choice. I can call them back and tell them we had to cancel or offer to send someone else.”

            Alice twisted her expression in thought, looking back at the match in progress and at the voucher she had riding on it. “Fuck it, I’ll do it. At least this way I’ll break even if Ronnie-Bell chokes.”

            “The thrills and excitement of sports betting,” The statuesque Latina woman teased, going over and grabbing Laura by the cape. “And YOU, go check on customers while I’m on break! I’ll let you know if you win big.”

            The Huntress-costumed former porn star stuttered at the sudden treatment as she was marched to the break room entrance. “But I have important drink-serving duties!”

            “Good, apply them to table 5,” Lucy said, shoving her out the door.

TIME: 5:03pm (55 min. into the future) PLACE: Greenlawn (Unincorporated Gotham)

            Raven intended to have a serious talk with Orders about either opening a second location or limiting their delivery radius after the drive she’d just gone through. She wasn’t even aware that Gotham HAD areas that weren’t industrial, much less bordering on semi-rural. There were still the occasional set of residential homes off the freeway in a big patch of nothing, but mostly it seemed to be patches of desolate land with the occasional warehouse or strip mall. A virtual middle-of-nowhere just a short nearly hour’s drive from anything resembling civilization.

            She somehow felt even more noticeable in her leotard and hooded cloak in the remote stretch of land. After all, people might give you strange looks in the city, but at least they kept their distance for fear that you might be some costumed maniac. Who knew just how some sticksville types would react to it?

            Well, she thought, favorably for at least two of them anyway.

            She pulled the little workhorse of a company car off at the next exit, and navigated her way to the parking lot of a motel across the street from an enormous gas station that seemed to be a popular truck stop. It didn’t look exactly like a fleabag establishment, but neither was it exactly the Gotham Arms.

            With the sun starting to dip low in the sky behind her, she put the car in park and hopped out with the two bags of food, closing the car door behind her with a nudge of her pale leg. Checking the note Lucy had given her to confirm, she walked along the cement sidewalk to room #107, hoping against hope that the clients in question were at least either big tippers or easy on the eyes as she knocked on the door.

“Superbabes…”

TIME: 5:06pm (58 min. into the future) PLACE: Room 107 (Sleep EZ Motel)

            “… Special Delivery Service.” She said as the door swung open, being met with the sounds of female moans echoing out from cheap TV speakers.

            “Hooo-ee! Jeb, them thigh’s we ordered is here!” The man at the door shouted back into the room behind him in a thick Southern accent, a stocky sort with a beer gut but arms that looked like they ripped apart lumber bare-handed for a living. He had all the forthright fashion sense that a pair of overalls and cheap undershirt could provide.

            Annnnnd so much for that fantasy, Raven immediately thought.

            The pale & pierced goth-looking woman strode on inside and coughed a bit at the heavy and hot air that was settled in the room, the open door the only rush of cool air in the place that was quickly shut behind her by one of the men. The room had all the grandiose of every roadside motel ever, little more than an area with two queen beds & a TV, a kitchenette with a sink & mini-fridge, and a bathroom off to the side behind a door.

           “Not big fans of A/C?” She said with no small amount of judgement in her voice, setting the food down on the small dining table inside that was between the beds and the kitchenette. She spotted the source of the moans on the TV as some bleached blonde starlet was getting railed by a buff porn star atop a black couch. Totally faking it, she thought in her professional opinion.

            “Shoot, for a lil’ bit o’ heat like this? Ain’t as hot as we’s used to!” The one called Jeb said while sitting at the foot of one of the beds, shirtless and with his cock brazenly already out on display from an unzipped fly, having likely been jerking off to the porn before she got there. Raven couldn’t help but notice the slight resemblance between the two men and their less than charming features, and had to fight down a slight gag building in her throat at the idea of a pair of brothers jerking off in the same room.

            “Yup. Can get upwards of a hundred degrees in the fields out here in Greenlawn without all that city smog blocking everything,” the other hayseed-type said, the somewhat homely thirty-something sidling up behind Raven and unashamedly grabbing two handfuls of her thick ass as he spoke. “Got-DAMN, if this is what city livin’ does to gals, we oughta take trips up there more often!”

            “Providin’ we’s can avoid all them mobsters an’ killer clowns what they tell ‘bout on the news, Robert-Todd,” The other man said, standing and descending on Raven in the same fashion as his sibling by grabbing ahold of those enormous tits of hers. “Woo, this gal got udders that’d put a Holstein to shame, I tell ya what!” He said, his grip surprisingly powerful as he clenched down on the ample mounds.

            “Nngh, real smooth talkers, aren’t ya?” She said with a dripping amount of disdain, wincing as they pawed at her so roughly. “Easy on the goods, huh? Just ‘cause your sheep girlfriend can’t tell you you’re being too rough doesn’t mean I won’t!”

            Rob-Todd laughed, one hand trading in a squeeze for a spank on her ass that felt like she’d be stinging for weeks from the strength behind it. “Ha! She’s got yer number Jeb!”

            “Oh, one time an’ I never hear th’ end of it!” Jeb said, moving his hands to hook his fingers into Raven’s leotard and tugging the top of it down until the stretchy fabric rested beneath her considerable bust. The hick moved his stubbled face in to luridly lick and slurp at one of her pale tits, leaving a trail of saliva on her flesh in the process.

            Raven groaned at the continued rough treatment, feeling like she’d gotten thrown in to the middle of some awful country song and wondering what god she’d offended to deserve it. Her hands drifted to the crotches of the men both fore and aft of her, Jeb’s already stiff and waiting while Rob-Todd she had to unbuckle the snaps on those overalls to fish out. She frowned at the fact that neither was quite up to her personal size-queen standards, but they were still healthy and well above average. Still, it would have been at least one saving grace of this mess if she could have at least gotten a proper deep-dicking.

            The two men ground slightly into her hands, pumping along her palms, but Raven ultimately decided the two needed to be hurried along, if only for her sake. Sliding free of their hands, she lowered down into that sexy ‘hooker squat’ she knew so many men loved, putting herself at face level with their waists as she kept up her pace jerking them off.

            Her lips parted and she descended over Jeb’s fat shaft first, pursing and working her lips on it to leave rings of that black lipstick of hers up and down it. Men always seemed to appreciate the little bits of physical evidence of their good time, and she’d gotten in good practice at leaving what Starfire called ‘cocksucker tattoos’.

            “Mmf…awgl…ahlm…pwah!” She pulled her mouth free of the farm boy’s prick, getting in a fresh breath or two before doing the same for his brother, working her head with slight twists to better tease the flesh. She supposed, as she tried to take Rob-Todd as close to the hilt as she could, at the very least she’d be able to mark ‘sucked off two siblings’ off her ‘wildest delivery story’ bingo card,

            Hands grabbed at the back of her head from above, and the pieced goth girl was about to pop her mouth free to tell him to ease up when they shoved her face past her comfort limit and well into her throat. “MMMRRRRNNN!”

            “Aw, fuck, Jeb, she got a mouth on ‘er, that’s fer sure!” He said, hauling her back before roughly plunging her face down along his shaft again, his hips slapping forward to fuck her mouth. She could feel his balls slapping against her chin as she struggled to keep up with him. Motherfucker, why is it ALWAYS the head-grabbers with me, she thought.

            “Shoot, I hear city gals start young, so she’s probably a real pro by now,” Jeb opined, stroking his cock as his sibling made thorough use of her mouth and throat.

            Raven was about to try and grab the man by the balls to get him to let go when she was suddenly yanked free, choking and with spittle dripping from her mouth as she tried to get her breath back. Her respite was short lived as fresh hands tangled in her dyed-purple hair and yanked her onto that other shaft, treating her to a fresh slap of hips pumping up against her face as the man tried to work her throat over.

            “GAWLK! AUGHL! AWLK! GLAK! ULK!” The wet noises of her gags were dragged out by the savage thrusts down her gullet, disorientated as she tried to adjust to the new rough cadence. She couldn’t help but try and tap out against Jeb’s thighs and stomach, trying to signal him to ease up, although he seemed to get in a half-dozen more good pumps before finally doing so.

            “KAFF! KHAK! AH-HUH! F-Fucking assholes!” She rubbed at her pale neck, trying to mitigate the soreness to little effect. “I couldn’t breathe!”

            “Heh, sorry ‘bout that, darlin’,” Jeb said, unceremoniously slapping that spit-slick cock of his against her face to mess up more of her makeup. “Been awhile since we’s had some proper pussy. Tends t’ get a fella excited.”

            “Yeah, well, next time, you get bite marks on your dick,” she scolded, adjusting her choker a little as she stood back up from that sexy squat, fuming visibly. “Just for that, only one at a time, so who’s going first?”

            The brothers looked at each other and grinned, both promptly putting a fist out in the universal display of Rock, Paper, Scissors. The two bounced their fists three times, Jeb’s hand coming up flat while Rob-Todd’s remained balled up. “Tough luck, big bro.”

            “Yeah, yeah,” he said, pushing his sibling onto one of the queen beds. “Jus’ get ‘er ready for me, smart-ass.”

            Jeb lay back on the mattress and worked off his pants the rest of the way, kicking them off the side as he looked on at Raven. The goth-looking girl normally would have peeled out of the snug-fitting leotard in a sexy display for most customers, but these two had officially made her shit-list, and thus simply just tugged the crotch of the bodysuit to the side in a minimal show of effort, revealing the inviting lips of her sex as she crawled atop the man. Her thick ass wobbled enticingly as she angled her hips above his, teasing him with a rub of her pussy lips up and down the turgid shaft before angling to tip at her entrance and steadily starting to push down.

            “Fuck me runnin’, R.T.! Lil’ gal’s got a nice cunt fer a hooker!” The man beneath her praised, whipping a hand out to catch her on the ass with a noisy crack of skin on skin.

            “Nnngh! I’m not a hooker, I’m a delivery gi-“

            “Aw, don’t sell me that, darlin’!” Jeb said, taking a moment to lick and suckle along one of those jiggling tits of hers like he had earlier before popping his mouth free and continuing. “You can call it whatever you like, it’s still money for workin’ this cunt on any man that pays!” He said with a vile little grin, delivering another series of spanks to her ass as she worked her hips.

            “Augh!” CRACK! “Fuck!” CRACK! “Asshole!” CRACK!

            He surprisingly didn’t seem too keen on just letting her do all the work, his own hips rolling hard up every time hers crashed down, making sure to try and work that dick as deep as he could manage on every thrust. The macho country jerk really wanted to work her over, she figured.

            Later, when she thought back on it, it was more likely to keep her attention focused squarely on Jeb and not on what Rob-Todd was up too. She didn’t even realize the other brother had climbed on the bed with the rutting pair until she felt hands spreading her thick, creamy ass cheeks.

            “Hey, dumbass, I told you only one at a tiiIIIIIIIIIEEEEEE!” She started, interrupted and giving a squeal as that thick cock of his slid into her ass, the only real lubrication being the spit she had left on it from an energetic throat job. It was better than nothing, but she could still feel her anal muscles painfully stretch at the surprise entry. “AW, OW, FUCK, GET OFF!”

            “Heh, I’m fixin’ to, lil’ gal!” The strong hayseed said behind her, his beer gut rubbing against her back as he started to match the thrusts of Jeb currently pumping away at her snatch. The two soon began to set a rhythm with her, alternating in and out of her stacked body amidst her protests.

            “AUGH! NO! FUCK! UNGH! I MEAN, UGH, IT! GET OFF M-AUGH?!” Raven had started to shout, but soon felt an intense pressure wrapped around her throat, craning her chin up a little as it rested on a bicep. Rob-Todd had put the pierced woman in a headlock from behind as he roughly fucked her ass, Jeb laughing at the sight as he drilled her pussy from beneath. Her hands slapped ineffectively against the steel-like grip, then at Jeb’s chest, trying to get some kind of air into her lungs with no success.

            “Hoo, there she goes, tightening up on me,” Jeb said, adding to her frantic panic by giving her bouncing tits a painful slap similar to ones he’d delivered to her ass. He could see her wince as he started to tug on her nipples, working in concerto with his sibling to confuse her body with equal amounts pain and pleasure.

            She could feel the edges of her vision starting to blur as the brother behind her seemed to tighten his grip, her nails digging in painfully to his skin to try and force him to let go, but to no avail. The heat and stuffiness of the room seemed to increase, her thoughts starting to muddle as her breath remained perpetually caught in her throat. She could feel her muscles all seem to clench, something the siblings apparently relished as they kept up the rough double-fucking.

            “Take it, you cute lil’ bitch! Milk my goddamn cock,” Rob-Todd hissed behind her, his hips nosily smacking against her curvy ass as his prick hammered up into her back passage, fighting against the clenches it made in her distress.

            Her panic finally seemed to be outweighed by her light-headedness, and the last thing she felt before blacking out in the embrace of the backwoods male’s muscled choke-out was a surge of warmth pumping into her pussy as the other brother came in her.

TIME: 8:43pm (4hr. 35 min. into the future) PLACE: Barn (Unknown)

          Raven awoke to a dull thud of a headache, her vision trying to focus itself in the low light of… wherever she was. She felt positioned in an odd angle, but when she tried to move to get more comfortable, she realized her wrists and ankles were secured by leather straps to some kind of stand propping her body up by her stomach on something that felt like a leather saddle beneath her.

            As her faculties started to come back, she panicked to see that the sun had long since gone down outside, moonlight instead drifting through a window. Quick jerks of her head in different directions revealed her to no longer be in the motel for certain, the entire place having that distinct farm scent to everything. In fact, from her limited vantage point in the low light, she could see hay down on the dirt floor. In front of her was what looked like the inside of some kind of barn stall, and when she twisted her head to the edges of what it would allow, she could see something overhead that looked almost like a trapeze suspended a few feet above her.

            “Hey… hey! Hey, someone! SOMEONE HELP!” She shouted, having to stop for a coughing fit as her throat still burned from the vice-like chokehold from earlier. When she felt like she could manage again, she resumed her screams, an increasingly worried tinge of fear working its way into her normally cocky voice. “SOMEBODY, PLEASE! HELP ME, I’M TRAPPED!”

            Nothing. Just the faint sound of crickets muffled from outside.

            She began to twist and squirm, trying to see if she could get any purchase on her restraints just shortly before she heard someone opening a door behind her. Any hope of rescue was dashed as she heard a familiar Southern twang sound off from a few feet away. “Well, lookee here, Jeb. Seems sleepin’ beauty done woke up on us!”

            “’Bout time, Robert-Todd! I was startin’ t’ think she was gonna snooze away all night,” the younger of the two men added, a chuckle from him proceeding another of those telltale spanks on her ass.

            “MOTHERFUCKERS,” Raven snarled, fighting hard against her restraints to the apparent amusement of her captor. “LEMME OUTTA HERE! I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

            “Not exactly th’ most compellin’ argument you could make, darlin’,” The older sibling teased, circling around in front of the stand she was propped up on. “But bein’ choked out’ll scrambled your brains a lil’ like that.”

            She could feel an evening breeze blowing from the open door, and only realized after a moment that her body suit was bunched up at her stomach, the duo having left her tits exposed but having cut the crotch of her leotard so that both of her holes were on display. “You inbred FUCKS! What kind of Deliverance bullshit is this?!”

            “Well, that’s just’ a hurtful stereotype,” Jeb said, sounding almost actually offended. “For the record, we do aim t’ pay you for your time, but we was fibbin’ when we said it was us you was gonna be givin’ it up to.” He shrugged, as if it was just some little white lie. “Like we said, been awhile since we got good pussy.”

            “Truth is, we ordered from y’all folks before when we came up to visit in the city a few months back,” Rob-Todd added. “Got a gal as a gift fer our cousin an’ us on his birthday. We got t’ talkin’ to her in between, an’ she mentioned some pale gal what worked with her named after a bird that loved her some big dicks.”



            “An’ we figured a gal that can handle a big dick was jus’ what we was needin’ for a problem we’s been havin’.”

            Raven was only growing more livid as they carried on with the story, never having ceased in her efforts to get free, fruitless as they may have been. “Oh my GOD, I do NOT GIVE A SHIT! And I got news, you two aren’t even in the top FUCKING HUNDRED of big dicks I’ve seen!”

            Jeb gave a sigh as Rob-Todd circled out of view. “Well, we didn’t say the problem was with US, now.”

            Raven’s red-hot fury seemed to evaporate in an instant, turning to icy fear in her veins as a noise began to sound behind her, being led in through the barn doors.

            Hoofbeats.

            She tried to crane her head around to get a look at the source of the sounds, but her bent over and bound position prevented it. “Wha-what is that? WHAT IS THAT?”

            “Aw hell, R.T., give the gal a peek. Might as well see what she’s workin’ with,” Jeb said, prompting the other sibling to walk into view with a guide rope, making clicking sounds with his tongue to what was at the other end of it before it stepped into her field of vision.

            To say it was a large horse was a vast understatement. The thing was massive, standing a head and a half taller than either of the brothers, with a thick blonde mane and thick white fluff along its lower legs that draped down to its hooves. Taut muscle rippled under its coat, and the thing looked strong enough to probably pull a car on its own. Raven had only ever seen the like in beer commercials or county fairs, but up close, it was absolutely monstrous to behold.

            As was what was hanging beneath the barrel of its body.

            “This here’s Lightning, best Clydesdale in six counties. Beaut, ain’t he?” Rob-Todd gave him a pat on the neck, prompting a nicker from the enormous equine. “Problem was, we was getting’ on to ruttin’ season, and without a mare ‘round to calm him or any o’ the rest of the stallions down, he gets meaner’n a snake, and that ain’t no good iff’n yer lookin’ t’ rent ‘em out fer work.”

            Raven gulped in apprehension, her mind reeling at the possibility of what they were suggesting. She could see the large Clydesdale was already partially extended from its sheath, and even THAT looked like more cock than she’d ever managed off one person before. “N-no…”

            “Aw, don’t be like that. A workin’ gal like you who goes fer big cock anyway? Shouldn’t be too much a problem,” Jeb said, as if it was only some minor sticking point on the issue of making her take on an actual horse. “’Sides, hirin’ you’s a lot cheaper’n paying full price for a breedin’ mare.”

            “No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no….” She said, suddenly feeling a strong flight response kick in as she tugged and struggled against her bonds anew. “Please, please, I’ll let you both fuck me, please, just don’t…!”

            Her plaintive cries didn’t seem to faze either of the farm boys, Rob-Todd leading the horse back out of her line of sight, which only caused her to panic more. Her eyes started to well up with frantic tears, droplets running down her cheeks and causing her dark eyeliner to. “Please! Don’t do this! It’s too big! Please!”

            She gave a brief shriek as she felt something rub against her exposed pussy, only to realize it was Rob-Todd’s fingers pushing into her folds. His digits pumped back and forth a second, like he was trying to get her prepped, although it was evidently just to get the scent of her on them. “Here y’go, Lightnin’,” She heard from behind her, along with a bestial snuffling sound. “Get a whiff of the lil’ bitch…”

            A muted neighing came from the massive beast, its snout soon trailing back to the source. Raven shivered again when she felt something cold nudge against her thighs, realizing it was the Clydesdale’s snout. Hoping against hope that it would just wander away uninterested, she gave a choking sob when she felt something warm and powerful spreading along the lips of her slit, realizing in disgust the horse was lapping at her mound and getting a taste of her.

            “No, no, no, make it stop!” She twisted her hips trying to get away from the curious equine, but her bound ankles made it ultimately futile. In fact, she seemed to have the opposite effect on the massive animal, based on the chuckling expression of Jeb in front of her.

            “Well, that got him revved up!” He said in amusement, watching as it pulled its snout from between Raven’s pale legs.

            Any relief at the removal on her part was dashed as felt the large equine stud rear its body up over her. She flinched, fully expecting it to crash its massive weight down on her body, but instead it seemed to hold the position somehow as something heavy slapped between the cheeks of her ass. She twisted her head to look up and saw its forelegs hooked into that low hanging trapeze-like harness, giving it the proper positioning to heft that monstrous girth near her hips without accidentally risking crushing her.

            The powerful equine gave a lusty snort as it flexed its hindquarters at her, driving that easily several foot prick hard between the cleft of her ass, the fat tip rubbing against her back in the process. Its hooves clopped nosily as it backed up, dragging its prick along her pale flesh and leaving a trail of precum as it tried to find her opening.

            Just let it finish on my back, Raven begged in her head, her wriggles of defiance only serving to arouse that large shaft from the friction. Just let it get off too quick and leave me alone, please god, please…

            Lightning bucked again, and she gave a yelp of terror as its tip bounced against her thigh, narrowly missing either of her holes. But it had felt the warmth coming from between her legs and knew it was close, stamping its hooves and readjusting itself until she felt that bloated tip almost directly against the lips of her pussy.

            “No,” she said in a quiet voice, pleadingly. “No, no, no,no…”

            WHD!



            “NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOOOOOO!”

            Raven felt far too full as almost a foot of equine prick meat was forced into her now painfully stretched cunt, tears flowing down the goth girl’s cheeks as she squealed from the sudden violation. “GET IT OFF! GET IT OOOOOFFFFFFF!”

            Lightning gave a snort from above her, that massive pink & black mottled cock throbbing hard inside of the bound delivery girl as his tail switched to and fro in excitement. It didn’t seem perturbed by her sobbing, possibly even thinking it was just a different sort of mare neighing out in lust.

            “PLE-PLEAHEEHEESE! TA-TAKE IT-“

            WHD!

            “AAAAAAUUUUUUGHHHH!”

            The stallion had hauled its powerful hips back, only to hunch forward and cram more of that quite literally inhuman cock into Raven’s already overtaxed cunt. She could feel the brute’s tip pressing against her cervix, already bottoming out in her from just two thrusts.

            “IT’S TOO BIG! HE’S GONNA BREAK MEEEEEHEEEE!” She sobbed, fingers clenching against the leather restraints as her legs tried to kick out on instinct to no success. Her entire body was shivering from the painful overstimulation, unused to such sizes. Even the biggest cock she’d ever taken on a man hadn’t hurt like this, and the gush of her juices against it she could only figure was her body trying to protect itself.

            “Atta boy!” Jeb said, having pulled his visibly stiffened prick out of his jeans to watch the unnatural display. The sight of the costumed delivery girl getting stuffed beyond her limits was too tempting a sight for him to keep his hands off himself, and seemed jerk off faster at every little squeal Raven made while stuck on the brute’s shaft.

            “Yeah, get him off, slut!” Rob-Todd shouted from behind her, the sound of a smack punctuating the statement as she realized in horror that he had slapped the Clydesdales flanks.

            The prompting made the beast hunch its hips at her anew, pulling back only for a fresh slam of that cock to bury itself to her depths once more, the head ramming hard at the entrance to her womb. No longer pausing in between thrusts, the powerfully built equine began to try and breed his ‘mare’ in earnest, having absolutely zero interest in her comfort as it used her.

            WHD! “AUGH!” WHD! “AIIIEEE!” WHD! “NUHOOOOO!”

            Raven could feel her ass jiggle with every dominating thrust out of the horse, the bound young woman biting the inside of her cheek at one point until she tasted blood as she tried to deal with the brutal fucking. She could feel its medial ring flashing in and out of her cunt as it bucked furiously at her hips, its enormous balls slapping against her legs noisily.

            “GAAAAHHHHHD, PLE-PLEASE MAKE IT STAAAAHHHHP,” She cried, any pretense of the tough girl attitude she normally touted gone as she was fucked by a literal animal. “IT’S TO BIII-HI-HIIIIIG….!”

            “Hang in there, darlin’,” Rob-Todd said from behind her, even giving her ass a hearty thwack with his hand as the brothers’ stallion treated her like a broodmare. “Big fella’s lookin’ mighty close…!”

            The purple-haired young woman was unsure if he felt close, but he certainly felt angrier. The Clydesdale’s jarring thrusts felt rapid fire into her overstuffed little pussy, that enormous tip beginning to bloat and flare inside her as it worked itself into a fervor. Its neighs and snorts came more freely from above her, like the beast was trying to tell her she wasn’t going anywhere until it was done with her in some primal display.

            “Justcumjustcumjustcumjustcum…!” The litany was quiet and choked compared to the cacophony of noise now filling the barn, the crying goth praying to some heretofore unknown god for some ounce of reprieve from the feral rutting.

            With an intense pressure inside her, she gave a low moan that built into a high-pitched scream as she felt that flaring tip finally start to stretch her little cervical ring wide and drive deeper still into the poor girl’s very womb, feeling it bottom out in her in a space no man’s cock was meant to reach.

            “AIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEAAUUUUUUUUGHHHHHH!”

            “Fuck, yeah, fill ‘er up, boy” Jeb said in a panting tone, furiously jerking his cock as he watched Raven be pushed beyond her limits.

            Lightning’s thrusts became short and intense as her womb hugged against that enormous slab of equine prick flesh, practically being jerked off by the snugness and her spasming muscles. His bucking thrusts picked up in speed until finally, mercifully, the powerful animal began to unload shot and shot of warm cum directly into Raven’s womb. She was half dazed from the violating penetration, swearing in her state that she could actually feel the copious amount of seed flooding her ovaries as the horse tried to breed her.

            “AW-HUH…. AW-HUH-HUH….AW-HUH GAWWWWWD….!” She sobbed, feeling the sheer volume of cum bloat out her normally flat stomach as she remained bent over and at the horse’s mercy. She tried to pull her hips away, but could only manage to slide up an inch or two on that monstrous girth crammed inside her.

            A hand grabbed at her hair and painfully twisted her face to the side, leaving her looking head-on at Jeb’s cock just as it came all over her. Her pierced features were quickly painted a sticky white as the farm boy pumped rope after rope of spunk onto her, her pained sobs only intensifying as this further debasement was added on to the rest.

            “Whoo! Good job, bird girl,” Jeb said, giving her cheek an appreciative slap with his cock that served to smear his cum against it. “You didn’t even pass out!”

            Raven couldn’t find the words, her breath hitching as she still felt that length stretching her pussy out while the beast’s cum flooded her insides. “T-too big…. Too biiiiig…” She finally managed, clasping her eyes shut as tears rolled freely down her now cum and mascara-stained face.

            Lightning gave a snort from above her, unhitching its forelegs from the hanger to clop back down onto all four hooves, its barrel slapping against Raven’s back before the big beast tried to pull away from her. Raven gave a pained squeal as she felt that flared tip bump against her cervix from the back, the flesh having engorged to a larger size than when it had forced its way in. The Clydesdale seemed vexed by this, giving another frustrated snort as it tugged harder with a fresh squeal from Raven.

            She felt the hands of Rob-Todd pin down her hips as he talked to the still tugging horse in soothing tones. “Theeeere there, big feller. Just work that thing on outta her…” He said, pushing forward on Raven’s hips and creating an ungodly pressure in her womb until finally that flare popped wetly free of its grip.

            Raven could feel a river of cum practically draining out of her, trying to catch her breath between the rough fucking she’d received and the sobbing fits she was having from the shame and pain of it all. They’d forced her to be fucked like an animal. BY an animal. It had to be the lowest she had ever felt in her life.

            At least it was until Jeb, looking at the sorry, painfully fucked state of her, shrugged his shoulders and said, “A’ight, let’s get the next stud in here. Gonna be at it all night at this rate.”

            Raven felt her eyes widen, and a scream like none she’d ever had before built up in her throat as she contemplated what the next few hours held for her.

TIME: 4:08pm (The present) PLACE: Gotham (Superbabes)

          Lucy was about to add the second have of the usual order spiel when she saw a light blinking on the other line of the office phone beneath the one she was on. Someone else was trying to call through.

            “Er, one moment, please.” Her fingers hit the HOLD button before tapping on the blinking button of the second line. “Superb-“

            Orders’ voice cut her off almost immediately. “Hang up on the other caller.”

            “Que?”

            “HANG. UP. ON. THE. OTHER. CALLER.”

            Moving with a speed only the angry voice of Orders could inspire, the Latina woman quickly hit the HOLD button again, cutting off the call between the restaurant and the would-be customer.

            “Good,” Orders said, somehow knowing it was done already. “Now, put me on speaker.”

            Knowing better than to argue with the boss, Lucy hit the speakerphone button and set the receiver back in the cradle. “You’re good.”

            There was a polite clearing of a throat on Orders’ end before she spoke.

            “IF THE REST OF YOU DON’T GET BACK ON THE FLOOR IN TWO MINUTES, I’M GIVING ALL YOUR SHIFTS FOR THE WEEK TO VERONICA!”

            Every woman seemed to scramble, all previous bets forgotten as Ronnie-Bell and Rebecca both unlatched their hands and made quickly for the door with Laura in close step behind. It was no idle threat either. Veronica took great enthusiasm in her work.

            “Lucy, go ahead and take your 15. Oh, and Alice?”

            The pale, purple-haired woman froze mid-step, having been trailing behind the others towards the restaurant floor. “Uh, yeah?” She asked, worried she was going to get another shouting-at.

            “Keep the horseplay to a minimum,” Orders said, sounding smug just before she hung up.

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Hey, chapter 2 up and ready only a little over a day later! This is honestly the fastest I’ve written anything in a long while, so it feels good to get two chapters of anything typed out.

Alice’s size-queenery is such a fun aspect of her character that I decided to take it to the logical extreme of ‘at what point is it TOO big?’ Naturally, horses were that point. Plus, I also kinda wanted her to get railed by a couple of ugly hillbillies a bit, and it fit together nicely.

I refuse to apologize for that horse pun. It’s good and you know it.

Next chapter is likely to be non-con-free, although it’ll still be a call that Orders would never condone. Plus, given the content, it MAY have to be posted as a link to another site due to HF’s content restrictions. Interpret this as you will.

‘Til the next cancelled order!

-KtO
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