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Dinah knew she made a mistake. She knew she should have never trusted Gotham PD after what happened to her mother, and now here she was in some warehouse tied down to a table with her former boss and his personal lunatic ranting about how bad she fucked up. She wasn't even sure how Zsasz had survived after he was shot. What she did know was that Roman was far from happy that his man was hurt. The kid was dead. Roman slit her throat on the docks and left her to bleed out, and the clown landed herself with a bullet in her head soon afterward. Roman didn't draw it out for them, unlike he did her. Maybe she should be thankful she was still alive, but she knew whatever Roman had in store for her had to be worse than what he did to them. Huntress. Zsasz had her arrows on the table next to her. Did Roman fund her first? When did the two of them even have time to track her down?
“Such beautiful scars. It's a shame that bitch had to ruin them, but she sure made a fine addition here, and oh.. is this where you're going to put our little bird here?” Roman mused as he traced over what looked to be one of Zsasz's fresher scars, kissing his neck with a sense of hunger before he forced himself to pull away. “Let's make this one one to remember, kay?”
"Yes, Boss.” Victor breathed as he felt Roman bite down on his collarbone for good measure, a smile spreading across his face as Roman finally pulled away. “Fuck..”
“Ms. Lance.. How did we end up here, hm? I have to admit I'm a bit disappointed. I thought we had something between us. I mean, I pick you up off the streets, turn you into a star, and this is how you repay me?” Roman lectured as he confronted her, taking a moment to watch her struggle before he decided to double down. “You know.. a lot of bad shit could have happened to you if it wasn't for me, and I think you need to have a taste of that to really understand just how good you had it. I'm not one to really partake in such acts when it comes to.. women.. but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate a good show, especially when I have something else to focus on. Zsasz, if you wouldn't mind..."
Panic flooded through Dinah the second the words fell from Roman's lips. Most women who ended up on the streets ended up selling their bodies for money in order to survive. Dinah knew the shit her mother had to do in order to keep them alive, and she never wanted to end up in the same position. Roman had taken her in. He had given her a job and a life most could never even dream of, and she had thrown it all away because a cop asked her to. He tried to scream, but the gag in her mouth kept her quiet as Zsasz stripped off his shirt and pulled out that hunting knife of his. She knew Zsasz hated her. She didn't understand why he was going along with this, but subtle touches here and there from Roman told her enough. Roman told him to do it, and that was reason enough for him to push his hatred aside for one night. Touches stood as a promise of something better. Zsasz could do what Roman couldn't.
Tears started to form in Dinah's eyes as her clothes were cut away. She closed her eyes and willed the world away, but she could feel hands all over her. She could feel Roman’s voice directing him on what to do. Roman treated the act as one built on sadism, while Zsasz treated it as a path to freedom. Dinah wished Zsasz would have just killed her. Hands Dinah could handle, but what happened next, she could not. Her eyes snapped open in an instant. Zsasz's mouth was on her left breast as Roman ran his fingers through Zsasz's hair. Zsasz seemed to melt under Roman's touch, but this did little to deter him from the task at hand. Pleasure burned into Dinah in the same manner heat did when she touched a hot stove. She tried to pull herself away, but the restraints held her in place. Zsasz knew exactly what he was doing. It was obvious that he had been with women before. He knew just how to suck to make it pleasurable without hurting, and as arousal was forced into Dinah, he switched to the other side. Roman seemed almost fascinated by the action being performed on the opposite sex and mildly repulsed. Dinah didn't understand the reason Zsasz was working so hard until he finished. Clamps. Roman handed him clamps. Three all connected together. Pain came faster than the pleasure did as Zsasz applied it.
“One more.” Roman instructed as he watched Zsasz tighten the clamps to almost painful levels, unable to ignore the sounds that escaped Dinah because of the pain and how Victor reacted to that. “Zsasz.”
“The little whore must like this a lot.” Victor remarked as he spread Dinah's lips apart, shaking his head at how slick her cunt was as he focused his attention onto his clit. “Not as nice as the whore we had last summer but shouldn't be an issue.”
“You and the damn necrophilia.” Roman muttered as he took a second time to recall the events, taking notice of how Dinah's legs trembled as Victor rubbed her clit a bit faster than most would start out with. “Least the bitch didn't complain too much when you tore her cunt open.”
“You're the one who was in control of that.” Victor reminded as he used the final clamp on Dinah's clit right when she started to near orgasm, choosing to keep his attention on Roman even as Dinah screamed through the gag as he tightened the clamp. “You kept fucking me harder and harder while I was inside her. It's not my fault her cunt couldn't keep up.”
“Your ass was more stable than she was.” Roman muttered with a small laugh, shaking his head a bit as he gave the chains connecting the clamps a small tug. “Looked better with cum dripping out of it too.”
Dinah let out a muffled scream as Roman pulled on the clamps. It was painful, but as much as she struggled, the restraints held her firm. Fear continued to overwhelm her as Zsasz and Roman talked about the previous women they had done this to, and based on the sounds of it, neither of them stopped after she died either. Zsasz didn't have an issue with death. In fact, he must have viewed the act of fucking someone to death to be the greatest gift he could have given her. Dinah didn't want that, but she would have certainly taken a quick death over what came next. Zsasz continued to strip the rest of his clothes off as Roman stroked his cock to full hardness from behind. Victor didn't have an insanely big cock, but what he lacked in size he certainly made up for in skill. Roman held Zsasz's cock in hand as he lined it up to Dinah's cunt. The two of them shared a long, passionate kiss as Zsasz started to force his way in. No preparation. Dinah wasn't sure if it was arousal or blood at this point, and to tell the truth, she was too scared to look down.
Inch by inch Dinah's cunt was forced to swallow Zsasz's cock. Zsasz took it slow as he eased himself deeper and deeper till she bottomed out. Dinah swore she felt the tip brush against her cervix. She was full. She was more than full, and worst of all, Zsasz wasn't moving. He stood there buried to the hilt inside her cunt as Roman worked to stretch his own hole open. It was clear the moans that spilled out of Zsasz weren't caused by her; rather, they were for Roman, and slowly the shallow thrusts started as Zsasz tried to rock himself back onto Roman's fingers, only for the tip of his cock to thrust against her cervix once more as Roman forced him back in place. Dinah let out a small whimper in time as Zsasz as Roman forced his cock inside Dinah's hole. She could feel pre-cum leaking from Zsasz's tip inside her as Zsasz took Roman's cock.
“Good boy.” Roman praised as Victor practically fell apart on his cock, letting Victor rest his head back against him as he kissed his neck once again. “I know you missed having something wrapped around your little cock as I show this ass a good time.”
“Yeah.. Yeah, feels nice.. real nice..” Victor muttered as he urged Roman to take him, unable to ignore how Roman's cock stretched him and how nice it felt to be held so slowly. “Please.. Please, Roman... Please.. Daddy..”
From there Roman started to pull his cock out of Zsasz oh so slowly, which Zsasz copied, and when they were out just to the point where the tip was barely inside, Roman slammed his hips forward, which sent Zsasz's cock deep inside Dinah's cunt once more. Roman held Zsasz's hips tightly and forced him to match his pace. Dinah didn't understand how Zsasz could deal with this on a routine basis. Roman's thrusts were brutal, and he kept a quick pace that Dinah had never even remotely felt before. He clenched around Zsasz in an effort to slow him down, but it was no use. Her pussy was being torn apart from the inside out, and she was loving every second of it. The wetness could be heard underneath breathless moans and gasps as Roman continued to have his way with Zsasz. Dinah knew she wouldn't last long. She could feel the heat building in her stomach and her muscles tighten as she drew closer and closer to the edge, and Zsasz's cock never stopped. He just kept going harder and faster with each thrust as his own hole was continually abused. She knew Zsasz knew she was close. She knew Roman knew as well, and as words were whispered back and forth between the two, Zsasz angled his cock just a bit differently until he found it. He found her good spot, and like that, she came like a dam breaking.
Dinah should have seen it coming with how insistent Roman was with those clamps, but when she came, Roman grabbed that chain and tore off everything attached. The pain was blinding as Zsasz and Roman finished. She couldn't even feel when Zsasz pulled out nor could she hear him laughing at her reaction. It was only the click of the gun that gained her attention and the look Roman had as she shot her. It was Zsasz who made the cut to her throat to be sure the shot had killed her.
“I will never understand how you can sleep with them.” Roman remarked as he cleaned Zsasz's cock thoroughly, treating women in general as something that required decontamination. “I'll stick to the more desirable sex. You know.. You.”
“It's not about attraction, Roman. It's all about pleasure and giving them something to take with them to the afterlife.” Victor responded in the most poetic fashion he could, not missing the look Roman handed him and how similar it looked to the one Roman would give him when he talked about his murder suicide fantasy. “You're an exception!”