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Title: Alternate Timeline: The Cumming of Siphon - Chapter 3 - You’re Not Black Widow
Show: Arrowverse
Author: The Chemist & Jak O’Hara
Pairing: Sue Dearbon / Oliver Queen / John Diggle
Codes: MFF, Anal, Incest, Oral
Disclaimer: I make no money from this. I don't own or have anything to do with Arrow or the rest of the Arrowverse or its characters, especially Sue Dearbon, Oliver Queen, Mia Smoak, and John Diggle
Summary: Racing back to Queen Consolidated, Oliver, accompanied by John Diggle, runs into some trouble…after a narrow escape the two enter QC with abrupt caution, only to find that someone in latex has been tasked to retrieve Mr Queens DNA…by any means necessary…

The cascading lights ran meekly along the sleek black limousine streamlined themselves into blurry streaks of abstract colours, forming a mesmerising kaleidoscopic vista of reflections, they raced past the automobile as if they had somewhere more important to be.
“Faster Dig,” Oliver anxiously ordered gazing out the window of his company limo as the lights of the street flew past with bewitching speed. The wet road below them shot up a flurry of finite water vapour mist clouds as the tires ran through them in a crescendo of hums and scrapes more closely to that of a performance race car rather than a luxurious limousine.
“Mr Queen, you do realise when I took this bodyguard gig it was not in the interest of taking a check from a dead man yes?” John Diggle’s voice carried through the stretch’s rear in a deep no-nonsense grizzle that sounded like it had no room for the playboy’s antics tonight, as he shot him back a stern stare in the rear-view mirror.
The nepotist entrepreneur glared forwards at him, suddenly angered, as if speaking back to him with an opinion that differed from his own just wasn't on the table. Their eyes locked for a tense sharp moment that seemed to go on for an uncomfortable length of time before Oliver finally relaxed his shoulders a fraction.
"Of course I do, John, your services have always been invaluable to me,” Oliver exhaled in a smooth laconic tone that hid no apparent sarcasm or irony that Diggle could detect. “And for that matter, I thought I already told you to drop the formalities shit and just call me Oliver, I’m sure you can imagine it reminds me far too much of my old man when anyone calls me Mr Queen," he took in another breath and brought his voice back down to that of a man who was more befitted to decorum rather than authority.
A small grin that did not split his lips apart, "Sorry then, Oliver," the dark-skinned man replied as he looked back to the road ahead of them.
Oliver released a deflated sigh that had been building in the pit of his stomach since he first hopped in and it seemed to finally relax him enough to the point of proper conversation.
"Haaa-no no, please forgive my lack of fervour John,” He paused. “And for dragging you into this at such a late hour, tonight's unprecedented events have led to a few unforeseen changes to my schedule," He explained cautiously without going into greater detail. "I’m afraid this has quickly become something of a time-sensitive matter of extreme importance."
"Riiight," Diggle paused, sounding nothing short of sceptical with a hint of sarcasm that felt a bit out of place coming from such a usually straight-laced man.
"And uh, just outta pure curiosity, this 'time-sensitive matter,' anything like the time you had me deliver that large briefcase of surely not embezzled company funds to that shady contact who I can only assume did not work for crime world figurehead, Amunet Black?"
A slightly gaunted smile crept its way over Oliver's face. "You uh, wanna try again a little louder Dig? I don't think the IRS bug planted in the car got that." Momentarily recalling who he was talking to he couldn’t help but chuckle.
Diggle smiled, wider than before at the exec’s vehemence. “Alright, I’ll do you one better.”
“Oh boy, my enthusiasm is just spiking in anticipation,” Oliver smiled in light-hearted sarcastic jubilation, looking out the window now to distract himself from the grilling his guard was giving him.
“Or is this anything like last winter when you were out of town and had me collect that auspiciously heavy package from your friend in the local Bratva mob, Anatoly Knya-whatever his name was, then hop on your company's private jet in the middle of the night, fly all the way to Russia presuming you were in some kind of trouble, only to find out that the package contained about 10 ounces of pure Colombian white flake, a bag full of diamonds, cigars and some of the strongest homemade vodka I've ever had the displeasure of trying, all in order to impress those two Russian supermodels, what were their names again? Maria Volkova and Frida Novikov, right?” The last word was uttered in a slightly perkier tone than the rest, coupled with an exaggerated smile on his face.
"Anatoly Knyazev," Oliver mused levelly, casually breezing over everything else Diggle had just recited. "And you weren't exactly disapproving after they fixed their attention on you if I recall correctly. In fact, I believe the term Frida used went a little something like: 'Ooo Oliver, your monstrous big black bodyguards' looking so strong. He’ll be much fun'" the tycoon mocked in a stereotypically bad Russian tone before turning his gaze back to Diggle.
Dig took his eyes off the road for a moment again to look back at Oliver in the mirror with a sense of unease that wasn't there before.
"I imagine it was quite the interesting conversation you and Carley had once you got back to the states, right…you know, because you two are so upfront and transparent about everything?" Oliver boasted with a sense of malice from his sitting spot in the back of the long space between each other, rubbing his fingernails against his thumb the way a villain from an old James Bond movie might, as if to remind the driver of his place in this conversation, knowing full well that he'd not told his brother's ex-wife and new girlfriend about his little Russian romping.
"Oh yeah, definitely, in fact, probably just as fun as when you had to sit across from Isabel Rochev on the plane ride back the next day, right?”John quipped back with a surprising ruthlessness. “I imagine she didn't find that all too amusing either did she?"
"Pfff, Please," Oliver scoffed, disregarding the chauffeur's job as if that were any kind of comparable scenario. "We both know she was merely protecting her interests within the company, and couldn't afford to have Novikov pitching me some new cross-country relations merger between QC and Novikov Industries without her go-ahead before she could be announced the new co-owner of my family's company.” Now Oliver's voice held a spite of resentment, after exhaling again.
“Ahhh-I shouldn’t be surprised, she probably had the whole idea pegged from the start, it’s what she does after all, infiltrates like a parasite, knows all the ins and outs of corporate strategy, ruthless and unflinching when the time comes to make the necessary choice she’ll cut you down before you can even blink.” he seemed to be talking quite absentmindedly out to the racing lights now before bringing his attention back to John.
“So she had to do a little merging of her own, purely business, we both recognise that.” Oliver couldn’t figure out why he was trying to justify this seemingly meaningless interaction to his driver so badly. After all, it’s not like he cared for the woman at all or could even stomach the idea of looking her in the eye for that matter after she was announced to be his future business partner the following day once they returned to the states. The sepulchral betrayal had slapped him harder than any of the actual roughhouse slapping did during their dikaya noch' vesel'ya.
“Besides, I think you'll recall she came around to the idea eventually on that trip, even introducing me to her friend Talia the very same night, after those 'supermodels' you're referring to brought you into the adjoining suites back room that is." Oliver's smile suddenly returned in stride as a light smirk emerged and a chuckle broke out in the stillness of the car between the two men.
If the truth were told, John had thoroughly enjoyed working for Oliver this past year, he'd never pried too much into his personal life or his military service in Afghanistan, aside from the odd sparse mention of Carley’s wellbeing, which wasn't much out of character for a man of his reputation.
Thinking back on it now more ardently, the only skirmish Oliver could recall the two had ever really been in was back when his best friend at the time, Thomas Merlyn, owner of the hottest nightclub in the city, Verdant, invited him to the grand opening of the establishment as its esteemed celebrity guest.
For the man of the hour, everything was spectacular for the longest time, between the music, partying and all the scandalous paraphernalia the night encompassed, much of it was a blur to him, though he did recall quite clearly his surprise reunion with new bartender and old acquaintance Sara Lance, whom Tommy had hired upon her return to SCNC after supposedly studying abroad for the past few years after Mandy had resigned as a favour to her sister Laurel.
Until of course a man who’d clearly had too much to drink bumped into the CEO while talking to his long-time interest, spilling asphyxiating strong whisky all over the playboy's back and face.
Unbeknownst at the time but the drunk who had by all accounts, harmlessly bumped into him was none other than the' Raymond Palmer, CEO of Palmer Tech, a handsome individual who would go on to develop a deep displeasure against Oliver after the long-haired philanthropist acquired star labs in the not to distant future.
After a solid slugging across his face in what would likely be seen later as unjust retaliation, Ray's bodyguards closed the short distance between them and Queen Consolidated’s president, the billionaire had braced himself for the unavoidable fight he knew was imminent, only to watch in amazement as none other than the nightclubs head of security, John Diggle himself intercepted the more aggressive muscle and laid him out with a stern kick to the front of his knee, cracking him off balance before a right cross knocked him down so hard, Oliver thought the floor under him may have broke.
The burly man drew upon his concealed riot control taser gun quicker than Clint Eastwood ever did and took aim sharply on the man on the ground as a scare tactic to halt the other two security men in their tracks, his words were effective as they were stern.
"Think it through gentlemen," was the only words he’d uttered as the other two men dared not to blink as they picked up their boss and left the establishment, ashamed and embarrassed as Oliver's eyes had been steadily riveted on the large imposing man as he discretely holstered his weapon under his jacket.
The very next day Oliver had struck a deal with Tommy that in exchange for his endorsement of the club, Tommy would relieve Mr Diggle of his role of head of security for greener pastures ahead as Oliver Queen's bodyguard.
The limo hit a speedbump, snapping Oliver back to reality. He heard a vague voice requesting his attention.
"Ol--ver, Oliver?" John questioned, trying to get an answer.
"Huh?"
"You alright man?"
"Yeah, yes, fine," the bearded man replied, bringing his smile back to the driver.
"So, what is it then?" Diggle inquired further.
"What's what?"
"Focus up man, the thing you’re having me race across town to get this time?"
"Ah, yeah, well..." deceased mispronounced words tugged at the billionaire’s vocal cords like an anchor on a half-shrivelled fishing hook. But before Oliver could finish his sentence his words were muffled out as a new large sudden noise overtook the cab, an engine revving of some sort.
Looking to the right the men quickly found its source in a pair of lights that came up behind the side of the stretch a little too close for comfort, like a snake you noticed too late that had slinked its way up past your leg and was ready to strike at any given moment, and it was moving fast, too fast.
John gripped the wheel tightly and swerved the limo to the opposing side as he slammed his palm down on the horn almost reflexively, warning the vehicle off.
In the dim abyss, it was hard to make out exactly what it was but after a few moments of centred concentration, Oliver was able to roughly distinguish it as some kind of Ferrari or Lamborghini maybe? Whatever it was, the blaring music protruding from the enigma vehicle was almost as loud as the conveyance itself, blearing some unrecognizable rock’n roll tune, it sounded old, possibly 80’s that Oliver didn’t recognise as his attention fixated itself inside the cab, he thought he could make out two silhouetted figures of a woman and a man inside?
The realisation flooded over him like a wave of cold water on a warm night. 'No, it wasn’t a Ferrari, it looks sleeker, something more akin to…a McLaren!' he acknowledged to himself internally after it roared past him and towards the front of the long automobile he sat in and up to John, the deep ocean blue and silver pearlescent paint job crescendoed the dramatic smooth bodywork and the carbon fibre lightweight architecture to such a degree that it almost distracted him from the pastel pink neon under glow that would have blinded the CEO even through his blacked-out windows had it not already been facing downwards.
"Who's this clown?" John commented looking in the same direction as Oliver.
It looked to be a modified version of the year's newest model, the McLaren Artura as Oliver recalled, commonly referred to as the 'The British Shark', due to its streamlined bodywork and shark-like roof scopes, none too dissimilar to an actual dorsal fin and was the British automaker's first attempt at an off-road supercar that was intended for military use, ludicrous an idea as it sounded to bring a hypercar such as this onto a warzone.
The plan behind it was quite simple really, built to withstand the force of armour piercing rounds fired from up to 6 inches away, or a high-density explosion at point-blank range that would take out a German tank. The bleeding edge automobile would rocket into a battlefield and retrieve wounded soldiers, who would be rushed back to base faster than any other ground vehicle could for urgent medical treatment. Not a bad idea, in theory, though the cost of such a fantasy was an always present factor to consider, and thus the project's trajectory had shifted to a more commercialized use.
Oliver recalled reading about them in the newest batch of magazines in his office earlier in the year but had not had time to get around to purchasing one himself.
‘The next-generation hybrid supercar. A distillation of everything we've ever learned.’ Or so the tagline proclaimed on the publication in his memories. Though this particular vehicle looked more like something out of a Fast and Furious pop-corn flick than anything McLaren built practically, even so, it seemed-
Out of seemingly nowhere the car abruptly shifted and slammed into the side of the stretch, knocking Oliver out of his seat with thunderous force.
"What the hell!" Diggle shouted, stunned by the sudden blow. "Friends of yours!?"
Oliver was reeling from the impact, "Argh, friends don't usually try to hit me with a 3-million-dollar car," the billionaire quipped to himself more than his driver.
At this point, Oliver had thrown himself back in the limo's seat and slammed his hands against the car's interior, wondering who on earth would be so brazen as to attempt to crash into his limousine.
Then suddenly, the Artura’s damaged window broke as a ferocious shower of bullets sprayed out across the small gap between the two vehicles like a deluge of white-hot rain, shredding into the vehicle as Oliver hit the ground, John scrambled for what little cover he could cling to in the exposed driver's seat with his head down to protect himself from the onslaught.
“Shit!” shouted from both men, though neither could tell who yelled first.
The windows shattered in a furious hail fire as the rapid clip dispersal was so loud that Oliver cupped his ears out of sheer disbelief as frighteningly cool swiss cheese holes of fresh night air ripped and tore into the once warm cosy space like a swarm of enraged hornets, tearing apart the interior in a storm of so much glass and smouldering metal that it soon became difficult to see.
*Burrrrrrrrapraprapraprap! Click, Pwrap! Burrrrrrrrapraprapraprap!*
It felt as surreal as it did daunting, as from outside the stretch's immaculate interior, the weapon seemed to reload within a fraction of recovery time as the inside of the limo was turned inside out like a soft boiled egg in a freak hailstorm, and yet, he felt a strange blanket of detachment wash over him, like the embrace of a familial lover, as if the danger were somewhere very far away or wasn't happening to him, not the CEO of Queen Consolidated, and noticed an ember of hot metal had sizzled its way down to the floor next to his grounded face. Oliver watched the small heat source recede in size and quell down into no more than a charred black chip of smouldering nose closing ash.
‘Fuck this,’ he thought with a surprising amount of level-headed calm despite the chaotic events around him. ‘Not about to let myself become a statistic for corporate hits, that will not be my legacy!' Oliver assured himself in a moment of bizarre tranquillity as the strangest detection passed through him next as in between the hyper frequent eruptions of frightening shots, he could hear...the cackle of a woman? She seemed to be mirthing a peal of maniacal laughter so cynically guttural, it seemed to bring his senses back to the high-speed situation around him in between the bursts of fire that chilled him to his core.
"Dig! Get us out of here!" Oliver yelled to the front of the transport.
"I'm trying! I'm trying!" were the only words he could spare to his boss as he pressed himself back in the seat still gripping onto the wheel intently for dear life itself.
Acting on his former instincts under heavy fire, the ex-soldier reached around for his Glock and began rapidly firing back, knowing full well it would do practically next to nothing against the vehicle's armour, but if he could get just one good shot off! He had to try! he had to...
When as shockingly as it had begun, the shooting abruptly came to a stop and the Artura shot down another street with machine precision, far away from the now ragged limo.
“Where’d it go!?” Oliver shouted from the floor.
“Not sure! it just took off!” Diggle shouted back over the sound of the wind now blowing through the space between them.
“Did you hit ‘em!?”
“I don’t know, it all happened so fast!” Digs pulse was racing.
"Grrreat..." Oliver groaned, sitting up in his now shot up seat, "Remind me to put in an order for a new bulletproof limo."
"And you seriously going to keep pretending everything’s normal after that...?" John said aghast after pulling a still steaming bullet out of an impact hole embedded in the door opposite him. Burning his hand a bit. ‘That was too close.’ He thought internally.
"John, honestly, I have no idea what that was about," Oliver said, shrugging.
Seeing that there was no lying in his voice, John steadied his nerves and resumed driving at a stable pace once more, keeping a sharp eye out on the horizon if the car came back.
"Magnificent driving by the way John," Oliver complimented in lieu of thanks.
*   *   *
9:34 pm – 11 hours and 26 minutes until presentation.
*   *   *
The tattered escort stopped in front of its destination right as a back door fell off its hinges with comical timing, allowing Oliver to step out of the car. As he did so he heard the driver’s door open beside him.
“Arrguh,” John said, rubbing the spot on his shoulder.
"Where do you think you're going? Oliver asked in a breathy tone. John merely looked at him with an eyebrow raised in confusion.
"You're kidding, right? Oliver someone just tried to kill you, I'm not leaving your side," John replied puzzled.
"That won't be necessary John," Oliver gestured to the door, "No one's going to try and shoot us up here," The CEO kidded light-heartedly.
But John paid him back with no such gesture as he stepped past his boss.
"Not up for discussion, Oliver," John said pulling the large glass door open ahead of them, whipping out his weapon, he held it in a readied position angled downwards.
"This thing is really so important that you have to get it tonight? Risking going into the one place any enemies you have would know to find you?" John asked.
Oliver lamented that for a moment, "Well I certainly didn't know I was gonna be shot at tonight Diggle if that's what you mean, I don't usually host my own execution on Fridays." responded with a smug tone.
Dig simply looked at him deadpanned.
"Yes Diggle I must get it tonight, I don't know how long I've got."
"Alright then, stay behind me at all times, I go through doors first, check to see if it's clear, then, and only then, do you follow."
"Really? You think that's necessary?" Oliver huffed pretentiously as rich kids do when told something they don't wanna hear, “I don't need a babysitter Diggle."
"Mr Queen, your personal comfort is of little concern to me in the interests of keeping you alive," his earlier temperament gone now, locked down behind protection mode.
Oliver sighed, looking at John's intent, knowing there was no talking him into staying in the car.
"Very well Mr Diggle, lead the way."
*   *   *
Diggle cautiously entered the headquarters with his gun aimed down the dark reception, quickly jolting it in new directions as Oliver strode in behind him. With his eyes scanning the periphery he inched his way through the building towards the north elevator.
"Where’s this package you need extracted?" John inquired through a tight whisper, never taking his eyes off what was in front of him as old military phrases seeped back into his vocabulary softly as not to alert any possible intruders if there even were any.
"Desk drawer, my office," Oliver whispered, finding himself now mimicking John's hush, after clicking a button, the elevator descended towards their destination. Numbers fell on the screen above, as John tightly checked his six once more, everything around him was far too quiet for his liking.
The lift dinged its usual arrival noise as it decelerated from its speed, both men's attention snapped as it hit the ground floor. Pulling the door open, Oliver began to walk into the space he had done thousands of times before but was stopped by the much larger man beside him, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanked him back in one quick motion.
Oliver was about to protest when he saw the intense look on John's face and looked down to his lips that mouthed silently, "I...go...through...doors...first."
Ollie exhaled softly, nodding, letting John into the spacious space before him as the doors closed behind them.
A silent minute passed as the green marble lift now rose with the two suited men standing next to each other as they looked out at the city through the glass wall, Diggle watched the surrounding buildings intently for any signs of movement as best he could, looking, scanning with unnerving anticipation and odd precision, the tension ratcheting up by the second.
"How long will it take you to retrieve this thing you need?"
"Probably a minute, why?" Oliver asked, perplexed.
"We’re too exposed here Oliver," Diggle answered stiffly, still observing, possibly for the red dot of a sniper scope. Oliver thought he was being far too paranoid. This was after all his own building.
"Right, we retrieve the package, in and out in 90 seconds, understood?" John stated matter of factly.
"Got it," the CEO replied, "Nice to see you were a good investment John."
This brought the bodyguard's attention to his boss’s gaze momentarily flashing him a quick kindred smile, their attention remained fixed on each other until the doors opened back into the building, sending them out into the still gloomy hallway.
As with before John exited first, checking behind him, then spoke to Oliver. "Stay close."
The CEO did just that, creeping behind the large man no more than 2 feet away as they reached the doors of the office, so far undisturbed.
Once inside, Diggle checked the perimeter as Oliver entered the room, he never took his eyes off of John who was observing the palely lit room for any signs of intrusion, and upon seeing none, lowered his gun fractionally and jolted his head to his boss.
"90 seconds Oliver, Go."
Not wasting time, Oliver nodded and hurried towards his mahogany desk which was illuminated by the dim fluorescent lights of the room, the green light at the very top brought a weak glow to the otherwise dark and dreary room. Taking care not to bump the Vodka bottle left there when Nora helped null his pain just a few hours ago...'hours?' He thought to himself, God , it felt more like a lifetime ago after all that had happened in such short a time.
He put the bottle back in the small bar fridge to his left and unlocked the desk drawer scratching around for the item which drew him here in the first place, suddenly unsure as to the last place he put it as a mixture of anxiety and panic began to set in, the sense of uneasiness rising in him like the tide. He felt his throat tighten and his knees begin to tremble under him.
"Where is it, where is it?" He questioned himself anxiously as he searched for what seemed to be an eternity.
"Running short on time Oliver come on," Diggle said, not looking at his boss, now against one of the walls connecting the glass door, peering down the corridor.
"Got it! Haha," Oliver spoke up in elation as he turned back to his guard at the door.
"What is that?" he asked, squinting in the low light, "Is that a rock?"
"It’s a Hōzen,” he said looking down at the smooth triangular stone and made his way around the desk and over to John. “I was given it last year from some random one night stand I met in Hong Kong by the name of Tatsu Yamashiro. In Buddhism, it symbolizes reconnecting."
"Reconnecting? Hong Kong?" John now seemed more confused than his last trip overseas. "Oliver man, what are you talking about?"
Oliver smiled down at the stone, "She'll love this...I-I mean, it's not important right now," He stuttered for a moment.
"The hell it’s not, I was nearly killed tonight to get whatever this thing is, and I am damn well owed an explanation, now who is this 'she'," John demanded, suddenly angry.
“No one you need to concern yourself with Dig.”
Diggle grew more visually agitated, "Oliver, I swear if this is just another gift for one of your escorts..." He gritted through frightfully white teeth.
Now Oliver looked offended, “Hey, she’s no escort, that's my dauuu-” he had to stop himself, abruptly coming to a halt before the bizarre sentence left his lips. How could he possibly phrase this seemingly in the right state of mind to John saying ‘that’s my daughter from the future your talking about!’ He needed to change the subject.
"Look it's a long story and we don't have the time to-" he began again when suddenly out of the blue without warning a loud noise was sounded and the dark green beige of the room was replaced with a slow rhythmic flashing of blood-red emergency lights.
"Oh no," Diggle muttered and looked to his boss then down the hall as a sense of dread filled him and a rush of adrenaline forced him into action.
"Stay here," Diggle ordered his boss before breaching the door and took off down the emerald hallway towards whatever danger may lay, soon enough the loud red flashing of the emergency lights began to slowly dim on and off, leaving the room in spar of blackened shadows that filled Oliver with a sense of ominous dread.
“Dig! Wait!” he shouted but it was too late to be heard as he could see Dig was already taking the left staircase.
Calming his nerves, he closed his eyes and felt the Hōzen grasped in his hand. He could feel on one side some kind of Buddhist inscription and on the other etched a set of Japanese lettering Oliver couldn't make out to save his life, he stashed the soothing stone into his coat pocket, closing his eyes to steady his nerves though a few deep breaths.
"Oh thank gosh, I was beginning to think he'd never leave."
His eyes shot open immediately upon hearing the oddly perky voice coming from the right. His head whipped to the left to see where the noise originated from and froze in his tracks once he saw the all too familiar shape of a female rear end sticking out from behind an obstruction.
To his astonishment sifting through his personal mini-bar stood the unmistakable silhouette of an intruder he could not see very well, though he thought he could make out the slight shades of various dark red hair? Or maybe that was just the lighting.
“Who’s there!” He called out. No response. He inched closer, still with no response he tensed his stature a little, taking up a ridiculous defensive pose.
“I said who’s there?” he repeated a little louder, fully aware this must be some sort of trap.
"Relax Bruce Lee," the mysterious voice mocked calmly without moving her head out of the fridge. "I'm not here to hurt you."
"Well gee golly I can't tell you how safe I feel now. How the hell did you get into my office?” Oliver finally asked with a sarcastic monotone now half-convinced he may well be hallucinating as he eyed the dark-haired intruder cautiously.
"You got anything to drink in here? Smells like rotten potatoes, Yulk," The figure called out nonchalantly before finally moving her head out of the fridge and into the light that pierced the dark depths of the room.
The lithe little figure must have been no older than what, 24, 25 maybe? She sported a pair of raven coloured platform heels that worked beautifully in tandem with her leather gloves, which seemed to snugly cover her hands. Both connected to a black skin-tight latex suit that reflected the cherry light like a mirror. It looked eerily similar to something out of an old XXX spy parody, clinging to her body from a matching leather utility belt that looked as if she could have smuggled many items inside. She held out Oliver’s fabled bottle of vodka in one hand and waited for a response with a small pout on her tilted head.
Stunted, he blinked, not sure what to say, slowly shifting his gaze upwards towards a thin black rope that dangled above her, realizing she must have silently rappelled down into the office through the vents mere moments after Diggle's departure for her to have snuck in here so quietly.
Oliver took a hesitant step towards her, she seemed so relaxed it unnerved him as she coiled her tensile tether back into the subtle gauntlet on her wrist, he guessed she must be quite athletic to have broken in here without a single sound.
"...So, who talks first? You talk first? I talk first?" She said with quizzical confidence mirrored alongside glittering eyes as she strode swaying hips towards him, each movement more sensual as it were graceful.
Oliver let out a tiny scoff of amusement then urged her with a level tone, "I’m only going to ask you this one more time. Who are you and how did you get in here?" Oli didn’t stop there, instead he let his gaze look along her outfit of choice. “Sorry to disappoint you but you’re definitely no Scarlett Johansson in that getup.”
After he uttered the degrading comment with laconic ease, before his very eyes, in between the cycle when the light would fill the room with stark red exposure and dim down to a soft nothingness, she’d seemingly slumped into his large office chair with a glimmer of smug amusement which only seemed to rile his intrigue even more.
Her lips parted in a sudden scoff, “Please, that bitch wishes she was me,” She paused for a moment, “I’d make a far more practical Black Widow anyway,” the faintest of smiles still beamed out from her porcelain white features, looking back to him she smiled.
"Now now Queeny, what kind of man just goes in prodding without some foreplay first?" she laughed as she blew him a one-eyed winking kiss.
Oliver recomposed himself, no longer sensing any immediate ill-intentions from the woman. "Oh trust me, if you really knew my reputation you wouldn’t need to ask that," he mused slowly and began to relax the tension in his hands, his fingertips reached the middle of his palm.
"Oooh, a lascivious boy then, my favourite kind," she said pouring a drink for the both of them and took a sip from his glass before handing it to him, the action caused her perfect mouth to elongate a bit, giving her the appearance of a beautiful cherub.
Oliver now closed half of the subjective space between them, from his new vantage point slightly off to the side he could now see her in quite literally, a different light. Her features were smooth but sharp, thin and beautifully shaped, her pale silky skin gave her an air lustre that he found himself captivated by.
Tucking his hands into his coat pockets, his posture relaxed a bit, he continued to stare at her for a moment before beginning again.
"Perhaps we should start over," Oliver heaved a breath in and swayed his attention away a little. "Ehem, hello there not Black Widow, the name's Oliver. Now, who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my building, drinking my expensive bottle of vodka?" It came out a little cruder than what he intended it to be but under the circumstances, he felt that he was entitled to a little abruptness.
She pouted her lips a little and looked down into the glass, "Well rawr to you too tiger, suppose that's not an unreasonable request," Her tone of voice had softened a bit as she finished another sip of his vodka and set it down on the wooden table between them.
Like some fascinating gymnast, she flexed her whole body quickly before rolling out of the chair in a dazzling cartwheel that mixed somewhere between a ballet dancers’ fervor and acrobatic elegance, landing gracefully with one hand on her leaning hip and the other slinked down her latex leg.
Oliver was stunned, not by her presentation, which was flawless, but rather by her elegant agility as she now stood with all the poise and vibrance of a dame straight out of the 1930s.
"Where are my manners, allow me to introduce myself," She stood there grinning, looking more like a sexy femme fatale than anything he’d ever seen before, this new pose of hers looked charming and enticing in ways that Oliver could hardly resist.
"The names Sue Dearbon, masterclass spy and DNA retrieval specialist," she uttered in an accent that beelined the decade she ought to belong to, "But tonight I guess you could say I'm something of a..." She paused dramatically, "Professional thief, some might say a scrupulous one if you catch my drift," she tagged with a sexy wink leaning forward ever so slightly.
"A thief huh?" Oliver finally returned to his hushed levelled voice, glancing at her cleavage she had seemingly managed to unzip amidst her sexy antics.
"And uh, what do you plan to steal exactly?" He raised an eyebrow, intrigued, “Cause if your plan was to destroy my bottle of $50,000 vodka, bravo."
"Oh Queeny, you silly silly boy," she leant forward a little, placing one hand on her hip seductively and the other reached up to grasp her now split apart V-neck suit, likely preparing to let her girls out at any moment for him to ogle over.
"I've already got what I came for, a bit of a bad habit to hang around the scene of the crime I know but,” she giggled. “I’m a girl who sees what she wants and takes it," teasing him playfully, not spilling any further details as her tiny tight breasts jiggled in the cleavage with all the subtlety and ease of a stripper working her way out of a thong in a club as her long light brown hair fell onto her shoulders.
"Truth be told I’m just here for my bonus target," she giggled as she slowly spun her frame around, giving him a look at her extremely tight ass wrapped in leather before she finally faced him.
"Rob me huh," Oliver inquired, cocking his head to the side as he looked her up and down. "And uh, what exactly are you intending to get your hands on?" He asked with a smirk as he was extremely enamoured with her body, as she strode towards him, dragging her feet along the ground.
"Just one little thing?" She uttered so softly it could have been a whisper and leant her body up against him, playing coyly with her hair as she ran her hands over his frame and across his suit.
"I'm curious," Oliver said as he kept his hands in his pockets as his eyes locked onto hers.
"Specifically? Well," she whispered in his ear, her breath touching his cheek intoxicatingly hot as her cleavage glinted at him in the dim light.
"My genetic DNA?" he sounded incredulous and proud of himself all in the same breath.
"Mmhm," she bit her lip. "You might say I'm looking for a...direct deposit," she finished with a devious smirk as she finished making small circles over his chest that trailed downwards.
"A direct deposit huh?" Oliver repeated, unbelieving of his luck tonight, "And uh, how would you smuggle that out past my security?" He flirted back, bringing his hand up to her waist, feeling her firm thigh.
"Well, why don't I just show you?" Sue purred, her fingernails intertwined his thick locks of hair with sleek decorum, pulling him into a sensual kiss, the floral perfume of her scent caused a slight tickle in the back of his throat.
He didn't respond, instead, he left one hand in the deep pockets of his jacket, the other around her waist as he kept his face close to hers, much to her surprise, he was able to resist her advances with staggering ease.
"I’ll admit, you’ve intrigued me," he whispered, as she began running her hands over his manhood still sheathed inside his pants, "There's just one little wrinkle."
"Oh, and what's that?" She said coyly, as she moved her body against him again and again, sending thrills of pure painful desire through his entire body.
It was another second before she noticed what he was referring to. "See I'm a pretty popular guy, honey, and you're not the first leatherbound costumed temptress who’s had her way with me tonight, and, fraid I'm all tapped out," he said, shrugging his shoulders.
She could feel he wasn't lying, despite some of her smoothest attempts, she felt no hardening member in her hand, looking up to him with a mischievous little smirk.
"Well, well Queeny, someone’s been a busy boy tonight," she grinned, spinning around to push her ass against him, "Looks like now we get to do this the hard way, how exciting."
At that exact moment, John ran back into the room with his weapon drawn. "Oliver!"
But before he could even react, Sue turned and shot him in the blink of an eye with some sort of micro tranquillizer gun she had stashed on her belt. Diggle stumbled and fell to the ground and in the same motion without moving, Sue double-backed her arm at the elbow and shot Oliver as well, not even bothering to blink as the needle went in, just as with his friend, his vision became glazed over as he dropped to his knees, on the way down, Sue grabbed his tie, pulling him in, her mouth on his.
"Worry not Queeny," she whispered as she leaned in and planted a long sensual kiss on his lips. "I'll get that sample, one way or another," she moaned against his cheek, as his vision gave out.
*   *   *
Oliver awoke groggily to a rather precarious predicament presented before him. 3 to 5 feet in front sat John Diggle. Bound and tied to a chair in the same metallic dense roping he had seen attached to the roof before, unable to move, with his pants completely removed and his 5-inch flaccid cock sitting in front of him. Looking down Oliver saw he was strapped to a similar set-up in one of his office chairs, his pants also missing.
“Oliver…” A dazed Dig said. “You, okay?”
“Yeah, I think so. What happened?” Oli replied.
“Why I shot you dingus," Sue's voice sounded from off to their left. As the men turned their gazes to the skin-tight black latex-wearing girl, she stood there with a cheerful look on her face. "Sorry about that but believe me," she flashed them both a smile and a sexy wink, "I intend to make it up to you, big time," she then walked over and began admiring Ollie's still limp member.
"Oliver, who is this?" John asked, looking at Oliver with a confused look on his face.
"Oh me?” She said rather energetically, she turned around giving him a view of her slender but bubbly rear, and winked again, "I'm just the gal who's looking for a good bonking and right now, you, my big hot cup of cocoa, are definitely what the doc ordered."
"The Doc?" Oliver repeated, cringing his face a bit and before Diggle had a chance to reply, she spun around again and put on her grin.
"See now I need your help," Sue said, touching a finger to John's shaft as it pulsed a little. "To get him," she looked over to Oliver’s limply swollen red manhood. "To give me some of his sticky DNA samples so that my employer will get off my back and give me what I want. But as I’m sure you can see he’s a little uhh…” She paused and lent down to Diggle's level.
“Flaccid right now," she whispered audibly with a hand covered her mouth like a kid telling a secret to another would as her now fairly well-defined mercurial personality began to shine through, making a strange comical face as she began slowly jacking the larger of the two men now at a steady pace.
"And...who do you work for?" John tried to ask but found himself quickly losing his senses as her touch was causing his more innate brain centres to fire.
"Uh, Uh, Uh. I'm the one in charge here," she smiled meekly. "You just lay back and enjoy this, alright chocolate thunder?"
As she spoke, Sue crouched down to her knees and buried her face in John's groin. The fatale started licking up and down his shaft with her pursed lips, staring up at him with her unflinching eyes, slurping up the precum as it oozed from his shaft. John gasped and almost choked on a sudden wad of spit massing at the back of his throat as the fatale's tongue flicked over the slit at the tip, pulling her tongue back almost as soon as it had come out to play.
“Let's not rush things, shall we? In fact, how about a little foreplay to show Queeny here what he could have had?" Sue continued before retrieving something from the bag she had brought with her. “But first…”
Sue reached into her pocket and whipped out a familiar grey circle that Oliver could recognise nearly on instinct.
“Duct tape? Seriously?” Oliver said as she turned back to him.
"Rule number 1 of espionage Queeny," Sue tilted her head in a cute fraction. "Always come prepared," she gleamed an adorable smile. “For yooou,” Sue said as a strip of the grey tape was slapped over John's mouth.
“Mmmmm...mmmm!” Diggle shouted against the tape blocking his mouth.
Feeling a sudden sense of arousal she usually did not allow herself to on missions, Sue bent down and gave the handsome man an elongated, moaning kiss along the tape covering his mouth, leaving a visible lipstick imprint where his mouth once was. As she did so she slowly swayed her skintight ass in front of Oliver, god he could see every crease in her folds. 'How the hell can she move in that thing?' The billionaire wondered to himself.
Despite her splendour, Diggle grimaced and jerked his head away. His obvious displeasure only made the manic woman grin all the brighter as if he were playing right into her game. After all, a woman of Sue's skill set rarely ever went into the field without a plan.
Despite the fact that her attention needed to be split between keeping an eye on both men, Sue never lost the illusion of complete control. Sure, it helped that the muscular and handsome men were both restrained and bound to the chairs, but Sue Dearbon was a strategist.
For maybe the first time since she had met the two, she spoke no words as her attention was now fixated solely on the ebony cock in front of her. As what would have been a daunting task for many women, Sue held her hand out and formed a soft fist around Diggle’s member and began to stroke it all the way until all 10 inches in length stood riveted from her efforts.
“Well, looks as if your muscle-bound drivers all warmed up, liking what you see, Queeny?” Sue commented, noting from the corner of her eye that Oliver’s own cock was seemingly growing.
However, it was the dick belonging to the billionaire that truly held her attention. Slightly shorter but thick as her wrist. However, one would have to be blind or completely inexperienced to not notice how red and tattered his inflating member looked. In fact, in Sue’s professional opinion, it appeared as though the handsome man must have had to have had sex nearly half a dozen times in a relatively short period for it to be as ravished as it were.
“Looks like someone didn’t know when to throttle back a bit,” Sue quipped on the sore-looking dick.
After making her little remark on the billionaire, the thief turned her attention back to Diggle. Still lightly stroking his impressive manhood, Sue found herself moving her gorgeous face closer and closer towards his groin. With her large eyes trained up at his face, Sue couldn’t help but smile as she saw the longing look he was trying to suppress, which practically begged her to turn her mouth loose on his erect tower. Well, Sue’d never been one to disappoint in the past, she extended her tongue and licked the bulky tip of his fat member.
“Ahhh,” John moaned through the tape at her lapping tongue’s work.
“Thought you might enjoy that,” Sue smiled up at him.
Not resting on her laurels, nor wanting to come on too aggressive either, Sue found a middle ground between her mission parameters and her own desire to suck the cum right out of his balls. After flicking her tongue along his tip, Sue performed a flurry of wet kisses down his darkened cock, all the way along one side until reaching the base.
She continued further to each of his nuts before she parted those talented lips apart further to suck first on his right nut for a while before spitting it out and moved to his other ball. Once more, she hollowed her cheeks from the suction before letting the sensitive sex organ slip from her mouth so she could continue her tour around John Diggle’s private parts by performing wet kisses up the other side of his immense dick.
“So Mr Queen, wishing this were a game of musical chairs yet?” Sue tormented back at the sexually exhausted man behind her.
"Pfff you're kidding right? I have a literal harem of call women on standby to blow me before bed every night, you're gonna have to try harder than that toots if you wanna impress me," Oliver challenged with a look on his face that just barely masked the torment he was truly feeling.
Sue shrugged with a deflated reply, "Oh well, worth a shot, guess I'll just have to change up my approach," and grinned as she unzipped her zipper around her pussy.
Still not ready to completely open the tap on her oral orifice skills just yet, Sue opted to progress things at a slower pace. After kissing her way back to the top of his cock, the thief in the all-black spandex suit parted those plump lips and wrapped them around only his bulbous tip. She applied some light suction to exasperate the much larger man, which brought out a deep groan. Pressing forward, Sue swirled her tongue around his sensitive cockhead before deciding that the big man had suffered enough of her teasing.
As she lent forth, she took in a deep breath on the way down and started to bob her head on his ebony masterpiece, she felt the necessity to show the billionaire what he was missing out on by the gulp as she blew his driver. Performing a dozen rapid-fire bobs in as many seconds, quickly however, Sue realised she'd need to change up her technique if she were to get her main target aroused sometime this century.
Showing off her athletic abilities somewhat unnecessarily, she popped her lips off John's pole and through a flurry of smooth heaves, pulled her feet up off the ground, balancing on her arms that lay on John's thighs.
“Well gee tall dark and girthy, based on all those moans and facial expressions, you sure give a gal the impression she’s doing a good job,” Sue commented right into his eyes no more than a foot away, he could smell her cherry breath in his nostrils as she continued to heave herself up past his head.
Both men shot each other a look from across their seats that required no translation as Sue, now balanced between them, stopped upside down like a circus performer.
Diggle and Oliver kept watching with awestruck amazement as Sue's posture shifted to something mixed between flirtatious and dainty so that they each had a perfect side view of her infectious frame. The focused spy smirked and spun herself around into an upside-down arched curve, resting both her hands on John's legs with her head poised above his cock and her feet now cross locked around Oliver's back, bringing his head in for a close-up inspection of her delicately shaved pussy.
“Well well well,” Oliver finally managed to choke out, surprised by the small spy's vigour.
“I know, not bad, right?” Sue gleamed confidently upside down as she quickly clasped the small zipper between thumb and forefinger and pulled the zipper down before gravity could catch up with her, exposing more of her alabaster-coloured skin, which stood in stark contrast to the black latex of her catsuit. Finally, the zipper reached its end.
“Not bad at all,” He found himself in agreement with his imprisoner. ”And not that I'm complaining, by any means, but just how long do you think you can stay in that precarious pose?”
“Ohhh,” Sue cooed, “Don't worry, Queeny, This ain't my first contortionist rodeo,” Sue paused for dramatic effect, allowing the image to sink in. “Feel free to be impressed, besides, I doubt either of you will last long enough for my muscles to cramp up anyway, so dig in whenever you work up the nerve, now…where were we?” Sue asked rhetorically, turning her attention back to John.
The duct tape would obviously stop any forthcoming objections so Sue did as she pleased, which in this case meant lowering her mouth down in one swift motion onto John's meaty member.
Sue’s moist warm lips slid down the head of John's prick in an agonisingly slow pace before rising back up a few times, then went back down again taking him in further in each gulp, to the point where her chin was resting squarely on John's stomach.
“Oh Ssshit,” Dig hissed through locked teeth buried under the tape in carnal delight.
Sue’s assignment merely required a genetic DNA sample from Oliver Queen, but her mysterious benefactor never specified any sort of specific methods. So left in Sue’s hands, fucking the muscular black man turned out to be an all too unexpected delight, given Oliver’s over-performance inducing issue. She required a viable means to get the billionaire erect and close enough to cum in a way that didn't require damaging the organ any further as per the instructions, direct contact might overwork his member to the point of collapse. Therefore, Sue's honey potting plan to cuck the powerful man to the point of climax using his own employee was likely the best course of action to take to accomplish her objective.
Finally, after what seemed like a very unhealthy amount of time with a large man’s dick down her gullet, Sue brought her airtight clasp off his rod with an audible effort.
“Grrblaurrh!...Haaa…Damn Diggle…this is one firm cock you got here, too bad about that your boss though huh, if only he hadn't gotten so frisky with whatever other little bimbo he’s been poking tonight then we really could've had some fun,” Sue moaned into his ear as she inhaled his length down to its base, wolfing all 10 inches down her miniature throat in one go was a sure’d challenge and Sue wasn’t sure for a second there if she could even go that far, especially once she felt the meaty member crush her duel airways connecting to her lungs.
“Huurlk!” a tiny burp of escaping air threw Sue off balance for just a moment though her mind never lost track of the task at hand, Sue's multitasking skills were truly second to none, allowing herself to feel the deep pleasure of having her tight pussy stretched and probed, her body was fine-tuned for this kind of endurance.
Not really requiring his compliance in the first place, Sue rode him down to the base before shoving her ass further back towards Oliver's face before slowly slurping her tongue along every single inch of ebony wood until only his bulbous head was held within her moist heat before she popped off that as well.
“So, Queeny, still can’t get it up even with my tight little pussy an inch from your face?” Sue moaned back at the billionaire.
Despite the enticing feminine delicacy that practically begged for attention, Oliver decided not to give in, denying her the satisfaction of a reply, doing his best to keep the conversation as one-sided as he could. Nevertheless, Sue didn’t break stride on Diggle’s cock as she had her feet wrapped around Oliver’s back tighter, dragging him just a few centimetres of her slit. As Oliver did his best to merely watch on, Sue noted that his dick was getting harder and harder, though not quite at full mast…yet.
Still not out of cards to play, she decided she needed a more direct approach if she was going to get the billionaire over the hill.
“Be right back,” Sue lazed to John’s girth, giving the tip of his prick a cheeky little kiss before contorting her abdomen tightly as she curled herself right up onto Oliver's face! Burying his face into her pelvic region and with very subtle gyrating motions, the dark red-haired beauty rubbed her tingling clit up and down Oliver's mouth a few times while holding his head steady as her feet wrapped around his shoulders.
"Alright tough guy, I've about had it up to here!-" She thrust her flexing hips along his face a bit harder smearing her juices from his chin up past his nose to his forehead, "-with this little chastity act, so we're gonna play a little game called: 'start eating my pussy out right now or say goodbye to air instead!"
Oliver’s thick dark blonde hair splayed out over his face in various angles covering his eyes just enough to allow for them to open, he could see by the look on her face she wasn't bluffing.
With no more than a few puffs of breath left in his lungs, he knew he'd run out of options and had no other choice but to play the game.
"Ahhh...Thaaat's it" Sue exclaimed, she began panting hard, feeling the results Oliver's decision had made as the former numb sensation in her pussy was rapidly replaced by the sudden rush of new warm foreign muscle making its way into her tiny snatch, feeling every single inch press against her aching walls.
Oliver seemed to make a conscious effort to squeeze down hard on her clitoris while ever so slowly trying to stretch out her pussy with his strong tongue, desperate to reclaim the air she had denied him.
“Oh God! Awww, Ahhhhh! Yesss!” Sue squealed in a brief high pitch of intensity.
Her increased vehemence only fueled the bounded Oliver to press harder onto her clit and surrounding lubricated depths as his jaws, which were pressed painfully against the edge of her swollen walls worked overtime in hot breaths which brought on little pulsing aftershocks in her slender muscles, lapping and writhing with each slink of his tongue.
By the time he could at last pry his mouth away from Sue's luscious cunt to inhale a lungful of oxygen, she was almost out of the realms of pleasure.
"F-fuckin-!" Sue cried out under her breath as the furious clitoris assault was simply too much. Figuring there not being much point to stop now, Oliver rejuvenated his lungs and took another voluntary plunge into her sweet entrance as he felt a flare of quivers and moans radiate up through the writhing redhead as wave after wave of rough orgasms washed over her body like a tsunami wave at the shoreline.
"Arghhh, Ahhhhhh, Oh God, Fuck! I'm cumming, I'm cumming I'm cumming, I'm cumminggg Aaaaaahhhhhh!!!" Sue bellowed, feeling the rough stubble graze and tingle along her swollen pussy lips as she came in a furious jumble of pleasure and raw, animalistic passion.
Truly lost in the moment, she looked down to the CEO with a smile plastered on her face and gently rolled backwards with her returned swan-like movements and sat right on John's lap, saliva and pussy juices dripped onto his suit pants as she once again took up a dainty pose.
“You ah, might wanna take a picture, it’ll last longer,” the soaked beauty smiled at the rich man poised on the lap of the other.
“Oh I don’t think that’ll be necessary,” Oliver replied, his voice gruff as he spat out some leftover juices that began to ferment on the floor between them.
“No?" Sue and even Diggle's bemused attention previously focused on the wad on the floor now fixed up to him, "And why's that?” she questioned, amused now by his defiance.
“Yeah," he let out a single chuckle now. "See the thing about eating out someone's pussy is that it’s a dance of sorts, you know, takes two to tango and all that,” Oliver explained with a grin.
Sue suddenly looked baffled by this strange statement.
“Wha-uh...Ok then?” she replied with wide eyes. "What's your point?"
"That it takes two to tango BUT!" His eyes came to life, "A conga line starts at three..."
Sue now looked to the tied up Oliver with astonishing bafflement.
"Conga line starts at?-Whoa!” the confused Sue shrieked in surprise as she cottoned on a second too late.
Amidst the many contortions of her climax, John Diggle had somehow managed to free himself of her restraints and all of his seven-foot frame she was sitting on now sprung the trap she had foolishly swan spun right into.
"rrrRRAUGH!" The black man growled as he lunged forward, ripping the tape from his mouth and wasted no further time in jumping the latex hound by grasping her waist, lifting her up from his lap in one smooth motion, moving the struggling spy backwards against his burly chest.
"Ah!" Sue shouted, feeling his strong grip tethering her tightly to him. Instincts kicked in and she curled herself up into a ball and was about to use the upthrust force to swing down and heel him right in the old automatic reset but as she swung down she was stopped by another set of male hands…Oliver!
“Wha-What h-how did?” a voraciously confused Sue questioned as a genuine perplexed look of shock wore her face at how the man had seemingly broken out of carbon fibre tensile bonds before the red-head realised that her own orgasm juices had been used against her in such a deceptive manner.
"Well well, that was quite the Houdini trick, Mr Queen. Fancy using my own cum as lubricant, gotta admit, did, NOT, see that one coming,” the small intruder now held bound up in the air between the two men like a ragdoll asked fascinated before looking back at John, “And you if you don’t mind me asking, how in the hell did you do that?"
“Dislocated thumb, standard army escape training," John answered sharply.
"Ah, of course,” Sue’s tone softened, "So, appears the trapper has fallen for the trap...the question now is," she paused for a moment, "What are you big stwong imposing muscle men going to do with lil old meee now?" Sue's voice unexpectedly switched up to a more playful one now as a single suggestive smile crept over her lips.
Oliver looked over her small stature from his vantage point between her legs and reciprocated the smile.
"Well Mr Diggle, it would appear that our little hypersexual, non-Black Widow here has apparently stolen something of vital importance to the company."
“Wait, she stole something?" John inquired, confused.
"Oooo yeah, sorryyy," Sue said with a sinister smirk. "You were kinda preoccupied with my little red herring. Some head of security you've got here Queeny."
John suddenly felt incredibly foolish at this little minxes trickery, how could he have fallen for something so damn obvious!?
"So," Oliver continued, now bringing his smirk up towards John. "I suggest we both give her a…thorough, probing, till she gives up what she's stolen or…till she breaks. What do you say, Mr Diggle?”
“Woo, I vote you try!” Sue chimed in sardonically.
Diggle thought it over for a moment, before looking up to his boss's gaze, "Sir yes sir!"
Sue gleed far too excitedly for someone who was being forcibly restrained between two behemoths had any right to be and yet, rather than seize back control of the situation, like she very well could’ve done at any moment if things got out of hand, she decided to instead allow the men to have a little fun with her. After all, this way she was sure to get what she wanted one way or another.
However confident she portrayed herself to be, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t at least a little turned on when the sudden choking pressure wrapped around her neck by the bodyguard from behind, which made for a nice change of pace that excited her greatly, making her practically gush between her thighs.
As the two men tugged and pulled her towards Oliver's infamous leather couch, she let a bemused titter escape her throat, releasing any kind of perky manner she still possessed to make way for her overly excited mind to go to absolute sexual overload.
“Glulrlarrah!” Sue rasped out of her closed throat, “Aughh…yea...fucking manhandle…hurgh!...me...!” She grabbed at the guard’s shirt, finding the fabric to be a little thicker than she initially expected. “Get me...huh?!” she exclaimed with obvious enjoyment as John suddenly slammed her down on the soft leather of the couch, loosening his grip on her neck as fresh air flooded back in long breaths.
The burly man stood on one end of the upholstery behind her before tugging the mini spy’s arms behind her, locking them in his strong grip, pulling her by them up towards his boss who now sat on the end of the adjacent armchair, looking quite smug now with his new ‘Control’ of the situation.
“Ah, much better, thank you John, now, Ms Dearbon, you said you're here for my DNA sample correct?” Oliver grinned down at her like a game hunter who had just caught the most supple prey. “But you failed to mention your original target,” He said looking away laconically before turning his attention back to her. “So we’re going to play a little…game-” his smile new grew from ear to ear as he said the words, “-called ‘Tell us what you’ve taken or I’m going to have John split your ass apart like a sex toy in a frat house.”
As Oliver waited for a response from Sue, a throaty giggle quietly emerged from her, "Hehe, threaten me with a good time will you Queeny?” she taunted Oliver totally unfazed, earning herself a sharp backhand from the billionaire, followed immediately by a playful clasp of her cheeks between his fingers.
"That's the idea, jussst give me a reason, please!" Oliver enthused, his grin not faltering as he watched Sue squirm.
Her squished lips together between his fingers now give off the display of dominance as if she were a prize fully under his complete control. Sue snickered through her nose, "Ha, then I don't think I've much to worry about since you hit like a girl."
This only served to get Oliver all the more excited, as if the taunting had minutely damaged his ego, adrenaline pumped through him all the way from his clouded brain to his throbbing member, making him growl.
"Wrong answer, Susie,” The words came out like venom, licking his lips playfully right before he shot his attention up to his guard, “Mr Diggle does that sound like resistance to you?"
John Diggle nodded, playing along, his monster cock now back up to full mast, looking over the girl as an eagle would when watching its prey, the excitement within him was obvious, "Yes sir I believe it did."
"Well then," Oliver continued, "In that case, I think you’d best give her one rigorous strip search to recover my stolen property."
Sue's eyes widened, "Oh ha, ha, no no that wouldn't be the best ide-!" she tried to protest, but John’s rough hand on her back crushed all the air out of her lungs, pinning her to the black ottoman.
Oliver, not wasting time, reached over and grabbed ahold of Sue's hair, yanking her head up so her face met his. “Should have been a little more cooperative my dear Dearbon,” He grinned again with a hint of malice echoing his tone.
Sue then felt the edges of her suit's pussy zips being pulled apart and a pair of hands gripping her cheeks. Suddenly the smell of sweat and musk filled her nose, as the set of hands behind her began to rip and tear her magnificent latex suit!
"OH! You dicks! Do you have any idea how much this outfit costs??"
"Can't be that much if it breaks so easily," John Diggle of all people quipped from behind as he tore away the black coveralls, shredding them right up the middle from her back to her zip, only to be rewarded with a most delectable site.
Sue's entire body under the suit was covered in a fine lubricant from neck to toe, the massage oil formed a slick reflection against her skin as the toned thigh muscles shone superior shades of rosé in the pale crimson room.
"My oh my. This spy standard, I take it?" Oliver stated loudly, staring at the magnificence in front of him.
"What? Chaffing can be detrimental to a mission," Sue joked back playfully as she looked up at the blonde billionaire with a look of mixed lust and shock.
His body immediately jumped into action, grabbing her by the head and slamming her into his groin, Susan struggled briefly before the second pair of large hands stretched her cheeks apart.
"Mmm-mm,” Diggle grunted, staring downwards at her exposed asshole. “Well, I do like a challenge.”
"I bet you do, what's the story there Diggle? Needed to 'interrogate' many insurgents overseas like this during your last tour?" Sue jested back in an attempt to encourage some type of witty banter but quickly realised she had struck a nerve as she felt his bulbous tip press against her tight sphincter at the same time as Oliver tugged her hair again.
"OW! Ahh, look big guy I was just kidding around." The reality of the situation hit her like a blast of cold air, and a sharp knot of shame burned in her stomach, at that moment she knew she was about to be violated in every sense of the word.
"Suck my cock you bitch," Oliver ordered in a stern tone that left no room for argument.
"OOHH, oohh…alright alright, shit," Sue let out a forced moan, feeling Diggle begin to push the head of his girth into her thin buttocks, the former dreamy look on her face now reappeared to Oliver as her tongue stretched out to greet his arousal.
"Ahhh that's the way, suck that dick you slut."
Sue seized her opportunity and began bobbing her head up and down, all the while gazing up into Oliver's eyes, never forgetting that his cock would be ultra-sensitive, she couldn't risk him blowing what little remained of his load in her mouth and possibly damaging the sample with her saliva, so she made sure she barely made contact with his well-used member until her throat could embrace enough of his shaft to cole it further.
With her mouth filled with comforting spit, his dick dove repeatedly in and out of her gullet with wet sloshing noises filling the office as a result. After a dozen of the brutal facefucking plunges, Sue felt Diggle’s cock push in 2 maybe 3 inches by now into her backdoor before she felt the shaft start to swell.
"Ooog fuulk dighle!" She sloshed out over Oliver's cock as he began to fuck her mouth faster and harder, forcing her to withdraw and slide his hot length deep down her throat until her jaws ached from the strain, only for her attention to then be split back to the plunging force pushing it's way deeper hungrily into her bowels.
“Mmm yeah, that's it you honey potting bitch! Fucking swallow it,” Oliver hissed in seething relief.
With both arms now restraining her, Sue felt the cold bite of steel against her skin as it cinched around her wrists. Not for the first time of course Sue found herself handcuffed and dominated by two guys, though unbeknown to the men, they were still playing into her hand, despite her new restrained status. While Diggle subdued one of her arms, he used his other massive hand to grab the redhead's hair and furiously thrust her head forth onto Oliver's cock, repeatedly pushing the tiny woman down with audible gags that followed with each plunge.
"Rauurgha! guallgh! Gllllak! humphh! Rmmmglurk!" Sue's voice convulsed on the superior's dick as Oliver basked back in all its glory as he ripped out of her with force so hard the gasping spy nearly puked from the intense swelling inside her oesophagus, her smeared mascara ran down her cheeks in a river of darkness.
“Open again,” he ordered.
Sue already knew instantly what was coming next, disgusting as it would be, she complied with the billionaire’s demands. Parting her lips as wide as she could, she watched as Oliver’s face and neck coiled back and gathered a wad of spit fit for a condemned whore and sputtered furiously into the back of her gullet with such precision that it struck her dangling uvula, making Sue wretch in grotesque awe as it caused the restrained femme fatale to jerk her head back as if he’d just struck her.
Sue belched up the unwanted gift and spat it back on his shoes with all the disrespect of its original intent. "Blegh! Gotta hand it to you Queeny, you sure know, how to show a girl, a good time," she rasped through ragged lungs and tortured tonsils.
“You should see me the night before a wedding, now time for more dick,” Oliver informed her.
Sue forewent all resistance after that, in fact, she smiled up towards him with a strangely victorious grin that puzzled the CEO momentarily before opening her mouth to accept his swollen cock once more. Now knowing the limits of her deep throating ability, Oliver heaved himself all the way to the back of her mouth, watching as her back did a little curve as if her gag reflex was about to trigger.
Not wanting to ruin the upholstery of his company couch, Oliver backed out and salivated the feeling of each of the thick ropes of drool connecting his dick to her mouth, each tether was like a thread that connected Oliver to where his cock longed to be. After allowing the gorgeous woman to drink in a big intake of air like the very life dew it was, he invited himself back in, repeating the near retching deepthroat stuffing.
With the billionaire’s bodyguard massaging her tits and occasionally tweaking her already erect nipples, Oli resorted to what could only be described generously as skull-fucking the mind out of the gorgeous woman. Holding the wad of hair from Diggle, the rich man drove his hips forward to the back of her mouth, utilizing the ensuing collision of his tip against her throat to rebound back out of her gob before doing it all over again. Spit was now dripping out of her and onto her tits, making them even more attractive when wet.
“Let’s give her a proper probing, shall we,” Oliver suggested to his employee.
“Yes sir, though I think her ass is a little too tight for me,” Dig agreed with a wide smile.
“Then allow me.”
Sue grimaced as she was tugged up by her hair once again, this time Diggle held the honours of yanking her back on wavy locks. Once on her feet, Dig threw himself down on the sofa but grabbed Sue by the back of her legs so she came down with him. He pulled her so her perky tits were pressed against his chest before reaching back behind her and easing his dick into her cunt once more. Not surprisingly, she was still drenched between the legs, the pseudo-domination at the hands of two men obviously scratched a deep itch for the spy. Sue allowed John to do the work this time, driving his hips up into her pussy, but just as she was about to sit up on his lap and bounce atop him, a hand landed between her shoulder blades, pressing her down.
“You wanted both of us, now fucking take both of us,” Oliver growled, lowering himself until his cock was against her asshole.
“Then quit your yapping and give a girl what she wants, you small peacocking bitch!” Sue goaded him on and he took the bait easily as a fish on a hook, looking him in the eyes as he pushed into her ass.
“You heard her Diggle, Get her up,” Oliver ordered as his strong help dragged her up in his muscular arms, now hung there, limp looking as Oliver stood in front of her, trapping her quite literally between a rock and a hard place, in between the two men as he lined his cock up with her tight slit.
“Oh, Fuuuuuuuuuck!”
The impaling shove was gaping as Diggle assisted his boss in not only prying her thighs apart to make her pussy gape wider but by stopping his humping motion up into her bumhole. Oliver likely would have still hit his target regardless, but it made the initial penetration into her as yet unfucked pussy that much easier. The moment the billionaire had pushed into her cockhole the men started to fuck into her with vigorous tandem. While Oli would push into her snug little hole, Diggle would make a tactical retreat through her rectum and vice versa. Clearly, this wasn’t the first time the men had worked together like this for the evident results to be as overwhelming as they were.
“This what you wanted?” Diggle grunted, spanking the gorgeous woman.
“Being fucked by two guys at the same time?” Oliver added, his hand flew across her face leaving a red mark.
“Mmm yeaaah!” Sue crooked out, thoroughly enjoying her double dicking. “I honestly didn’t think the two of you had the balls between you both to do it.”
Sue wasn’t moaning and screaming to make the two men feel like studs by any means, she was wailing in delight because it genuinely felt that good. Having both holes stuffed and hitting all the right spots was an intoxicating sensation few women ever dared to experience, especially as the two poles simultaneously rubbed against the thin membrane that separated her pussy and backdoor. Which is why it shouldn’t have come as a surprise that an orgasm was hurtling towards her at neck-breaking speeds.
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit! I’m gonna cum,” Sue screamed before creaming all over Oliver’s cock in her snatch.
Sue knew from previous assignments that anal orgasms could often be more intense than typical vaginal climaxes were, but the rush she felt from the standing double penetration she now received took that concept up a few notches. It was extremely powerful, and both men felt the consequences immediately.
For one thing, they were both lucky to escape with their eardrums intact against the sheer force of the tiny femme fatale’s squeals of pleasure as she ruptured into an orgasmic gush of near unimaginable intensity.
And secondly, her body including her pussy and anal sphincter went into periodic spasms, nearly strangling their dicks as she climaxed before writhing back, mercifully limp. The result was that both her pussy and backdoor loosened significantly, allowing the horny men to pound into each of Miss Dearbon’s holes even harder.
“Harder. Fuck me harder, Cum for me boys!” Sue encouraged, guessing that the men were close to cumming themselves.
The tiny but curvy woman immediately felt both muscular men answer her call. Oliver’s hands reached down to grab her narrow waist so that he could pull her back with greater force as he spiked his thick cock into her gaping pussy. Meanwhile, Diggle had a similar thought of dragging her fit body downward to match his upward thrust into her wet sphincter but was admittedly finding it harder to control his ejaculating eagerness given Sue’s earlier sexy shenanigans.
“Need to fucking cum,” Oliver panted from behind the sexy female.
Diggle merely huffed a grunt that needed no translation.
“Yes! Give me your spunk boys!” Sue begged, unable to help them with her hands cuffed behind her back still.
Though not assigned to recover a genetic sample from John Diggle, Sue decided she’d take it anyway. Both of their thrusts turned raggedly unsynchronised inside her as they had the same idea of pushing balls deep into her pussy and asshole, respectively, filling the slender thief’s body with nearly 2 feet of hard cock. It was easier to know when John erupted, simply based on the volume of steaming semen he uncorked inside her battered backdoor, not getting to see his face contorting as he came. With Oliver however, not only could she see his face, but his volume of jizz was going to be tiny in comparison, but it would have to be enough. Regardless, she heard the increased frequency of his moans, as well as feeling the way his hands contracted into vice-grips around her hips as she received what strained semen she could from the tired man.
“Whew, not bad boys, don’t get me wrong my husband’s stretched me further but that was a pretty good effort for non-meta’s,” Sue was panting, thoroughly pleased with how the evening had gone thus far.
“Wait, your husband? You’re Married?” Oliver asked, suddenly surprised.
“Oh don’t worry about it, I’ll be getting out of your hair now, no offence,” Sue said to Oliver then looked back at John.
Before either men could do anything, Sue slipped her hands-free of the restraints, having dislocated her thumbs prior and pulled her hands out of the metal cuffs as they came. With both hands and legs free, the femme fatale easily slinked off of the now limp men, allst while keeping her cunt snapped shut as not to lose the last potential sample from spilling.
She rolled for her gun and once again easily shot both John and Oliver with another dose of the sedative darts as the men slumped back onto the leather couch.
“Hm, another flawless mission,” she congratulated herself as she zipped up her latex catsuit again. “That was fun boys, same time next week?” Sue’s words lollied over her shoulder where a perky smile followed by the slapping of one of her buttocks knowing they wouldn't be able to hold out too much longer.
Oliver's adrenaline was still running at an all-time high so the drug didn't have an immediate effect, he slumped off the couch past an already out cold Diggle and slumped on the marble floor beneath.
"Y-you!" was all the effort he could muster up, feeling the cold rush of sedatives coming down over him in a paralysing wave from the waist down.
Sue turned to look one last time, blew him a kiss, then spun back around to leave and activated a communication device in her ear, it clicked with an audible beep.
“This is Dearbon. Package secured. Heading to the evac point now. Be ready," she began to take off in a controlled sprint when she was stopped dead in her tracks after a sudden clicking noise could be heard.
Earning her attention, she deduced it came from her upper right field of vision. That couldn't have been right…that would put it outside. Abruptly, the cascading glass wall careened inwards with a crushing force so strong a plastique charge might as well have been stuck to the other side. Through the tiny glass particles whooshing into the office like a thundering force of nature, a small lithe figure could be made out shattering its way through the centre of the translucent wall and landed in front of Sue in a crouch that cut off Sue's primary exit. She couldn't see who was under the obstructing hood, but once Sue saw its olive green shades, her blood froze with a sense of fear.
She staggered back a few cautious steps as the wind that blew in the new intruder’s wake made her shiver like a freezing breeze on a warm summer’s night.
Oliver squinted at this new intruder from further away in the chilling wind. He couldn’t feel his arms, but once the figure stopped moving and the small frame came into focus, it became all too clear who was under the smeared greasepaint and grey Star Labs undershirt.
"Black…star..." he muttered under his breath in a weak exhalation.
But what was she doing here? Had she followed him after he left Star Labs? He began to drift along the edge of consciousness, losing touch more and more with his surroundings as he dug deep to will himself to stay awake.
"Going somewhere!?" The hooded figure spoke towards the floor in a deep, commanding voice with no readable facial expression.
Sue's posture tensed a little as she tried to lock down the fear she felt gurgling up from the pit of her stomach like bad lunch as she began clapping her hands in a slow, sarcastic gesture as her eyes widened a fraction at the new woman before her.
“Well, hellooo there. You must be the infamous Emerald Archer,” Sue managed as her tone picked up a little, regaining her former swagger with a small head tilt. “I-I’m a big fan, though I must admit, I thought you’d be taller, and what’s with this casual Friday getup? Costume at the dry cleaners or something?”
Blackstar said nothing to that, she just rose to her feet with a methodical pace, turned herself to one side, and quickly drew on her bow towards the lady in latex.
“Whoa hey, whoa whoa now, let's talk with our words, not weapons,” Sue replied putting her hands up in front of her to show no resistance after making out in the dim red lights the little archer was actually a girl and a relatively young girl at that.
The masked woman stood as still as a statue in the bustling wind around her like a creature from an entirely other world. “Oh I have just a couple words for you, slut,” she said as she pulled back the arrow on her bow further, aiming it straight at Sue.
“Oh?”
"Queef up that cum or else,” Blackstar said in a gravelly voice.
"Ok first of all, that's five words," Sue's voice emanated flatly, unamused as her arms still hung in the air, “Second, or else what?"
"Or I'm gonna take it back, and you won't like how," Blackstar’s eyes were dead serious as she watched her target.
"Yeaaah, how about no. I have a delivery to make, and nothing's going to stop me from making it, least of all-"
Sue was about to finish when suddenly a little screen visor on her gauntlet lit up in piercing blue light which read: "GENETIC SAMPLE TARGET LOCATED," but it wasn't pointing at Oliver? It was pointing at this new girl...
A sort of gleeful realisation seeped through Sue's body as she concluded the unfamiliar girl must in fact be his younger sister.
"Well I'll be damned...you're the bimbo he's dumped his load into!? Hahaha! I've heard of keeping it in the family before Queeny but this is next level, even for me," Sue mused to Oliver with a face shrivelling up in amusement as she began laughing with a tinge of mockery.
Blackstar looked momentarily embarrassed, not for being mistaken for her aunt Thea, but for the simple fact that Sue's family lineage assumption wasn't all too far off.
"Shut up! Last chance! Give up the spunk or die!"
Sue was still laughing, "Hahaha ohhh I don't th-ahah-ink so Katniss Everdeen. I mean this is just too good. Here I was worried that Queeny wouldn't have enough in the tank to satisfy my employer when, lo and behold, the rest of his load comes crashing in, ripe for my taking," Sue giggled uncontrollably before finally claiming herself enough to take things a little more seriously.
Sue continued. "Look, tempting as it would be to see you slurp up my sloppy seconds of your bro's cock, I'm on something of a deadline here, so I'll make you the same offer. You give up that cum in your chute and we'll call it even,” she said and took up some sort of judo battle pose.
Blackstar grinned for the first time. “Come try it then."
At that moment, a blinding bolt of lightning exploded just outside the window of the highrise office. The sound was as bright as it was deafening and in the ensuing white muffled contrast, Blackstar fired her arrow to a loud “thwack!” of clanging metal as Sue caught the green-tipped projectile between both clapped hands mere inches from her heart.
The tussle couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but due to his slowed perception, Oliver watched on with unbridled clarity as both women suddenly shot forward, sprinting towards each other in blinding speeds when Sue dropped into a slide along the floor. She was likely hoping to knock the hooded girl off balance but was met with a surprise when the shrouded archeress took off with a soaring leap, spinning upside down above the low spies head with the staggering poise of a ballet dancer gracefully diving across the stage. In a single move, she drew back her bow once more and fired downwards at near point-blank range which Sue blocked again but only barely, deflecting the shots off her armoured gauntlets, arcing the rest of the descent and coming down into a crouching recovery. The masked archeress cocked her bow sideways with an unsatisfied sneer as she levelled her flaming eyes towards her opponent.
With but a mere flick of her wrists, Sue caught the edge of the girl's bow without even turning her head around. Retaliating in gusto by thrusting up her lower foot in a destructive blow to the ribs with such force that it sent the archeress hurdling backwards with the quick need to grab and stab her ankle machete into the floor in order to slow herself down. Sparks and rubble dragged out from beneath Blackstar as she blazed a slashing trail of hot embers backwards along her floor sheathed weapon, not wanting to fall out the way she had just come in. Then to her surprise, she had stopped...but that couldn't be right? She was still moving far too quickly? Looking up, she had her answer, the latex lady had shot some sort of grapple rope onto her bow, which stopped the cloaked archeress from falling to almost certain death. Had she just saved her in the middle of a fight? But why?
She didn't need to wait long to find out because in the next instant, Mia felt her real father's bow ripped out of her hands with an uncontrolled ferocity after the spy attached her end of the grapple to the ceiling, tethering it to the roof, out of both their reaches. Gazing back down with a look of indignation, she saw Sue give a slight shrug followed by an outstretched hand that ushered the worldwide gesture to bring it.
Now disarmed but not defenceless by any means, Blackstar flipped her combat machete backwards and held the grip close to her chest before quickly catching her breath as Sue nimbly crossed the room in a few short steps, then with a wink, she drew a small ball out of her waistband and tossed it in the direction of the hood, giving a small smile. It exploded in a charcoal plume of smoke, emanating from just beneath Blackstars feet as she kept her guard tight, scanning the surroundings to make up for the fact she'd temporarily lost sight of her opposing combatant.
"My, my, not so tough without your little bow now are you," She heard Sue's voice from somewhere deep within the concealed cloud.
"You'll come to find I'm full of SURPRISES!" she swung hard at the noise behind her as the last word was leaving her lips at neck height, slicing through the smoke with ravenous intensity.
"Funny that, so am I," she saw too late that Sue had ducked and was now right in front of her.
Oliver was nearly out at this point as he saw the girl try and swing her blade again, but was abruptly stopped by the now intimately close Sue as she disarmed her again, knocking her machete out of her hands and across the floor towards him.
"Two for two, tsk tsk, not the greatest ratio I've ever seen hun," teased the femme fatale amidst the furious flurry of blocks and blows that flew between the two.
Despite seemingly on rather equal footing at first, it was ultimately the masked archeress who soon found herself unable to find an opening where she could raise her legs higher than her hips and Sue took full advantage. Switching up the rhythm of the fight by pushing and parrying all of Blackstars lunges with only her hands and feet, eventually getting one up on the hood by kicking her in the side of the knee, staggering her balance for just a second, but a second was all it took for Sue to plant a firm foot down behind the archeress and shoved chest-down with all her might, now on the ground she quickly snaked herself around the green hood’s arm in a tight constricting hold.
Blackstar winced in pain as she felt the tug of her arm screaming in protest as she was pressed flat on her back against the floor, but she refused to give up and fought to regain her balance, but it was proving nearly impossible, her body was weakening with every movement and the tugging on her arm caused a sharp discomfort to shoot through her shoulder and up into her arm when suddenly she felt a new strange feeling around her legs. She took a quick glance down, only to find that her pants had been pulled down by the redhead responsible.
"WwHaAT are you-!" She struggled out when she felt a sharp striking elbow smash down onto her chest, knocking the wind out of her lungs.
The small blonde gasped for air in both shock and stagger when she felt two fingers shoved knuckles deep into her warm snatch, the two meddling members stretched her folds apart as wide as they could go, feeling the cold wind breeze over her warm juices just before another lightning-fast strike struck her right in the groin, courtesy of Sue.
"Blackstar!" Oliver's voice shot up over the wind, his eyes flaring up through the tranquillizer dosage as he fell forward onto the floor, his hand reaching out for her.
With involuntary force, a large gaping splurt of cum shot out of her pussy, landing in a pool of thick goo inside a small plastic container with an audible splashing sound.
"Ack! Fuuuck!" Blackstar bellowed out, the fight was clearly over now as she squirmed back in agony from the sudden shock to her reproductive system, her legs now tightly closed together against the sudden influx of crippling pressure on her privates as she could feel the strain on her arm suddenly release.
Sue grabbed the container and got up with not much more than some light sweat on her forehead, despite the skirmish that had just ensued. "Whew, now that's what I call a hell of a pop shot," she giggled. "Surely this ought to be enough jizz for a complete sample," She looked at the little vial in the dim lights.
"How...did you ev..en...do that?" Blackstar gasped.
"The vial? Clipped it off my belt in the midst of the smokescreen after you swung your little knife at me," she didn't bother to look at Oliver who was inconceivably crawling over to the downed woman on the ground. It seemed some kind of deep...almost parental drive was pushing him on for some reason? Whatever for? Sue wondered.
Blackstar played the scene back in her head. 'Damn it, how could she have been so careless? It was right there. Classic distract and pounce. She would have had ample time to grab any number of things in that time...Nyssa would be so disappointed if she could see you now,' she cursed herself under her own breath.
"Well, I hate to cum and run but I've really gotta go, put some ice on that ok, babe," Sue said, patting her defeated foe's wet pussy a few times tentatively, seeming to show a new sense of strange concern to the girl she'd just extracted fresh samples from, "Till next time Ms Queen."
Blackstar eyed in fury at that name as she watched the redhead's saucy smile jump out of the large shattered window with the jar of her father's freshly extracted semen tight underarm, leaving the archeress sputtering and trying to regain her breath as she held her wounded guts with a hand covering it, staggered back to her feet.
Not wanting to give the thief the chance to escape or to get away with that disgrace of a victory over her, she threw another small dart towards the metal tensile rope that attached her bow to the ceiling and caught it in one hand without looking up.
"Black...staaar," Oliver groaned, reaching out to her as his eyes closed slowly as the last of the drug began to overtake his pulse, "Whyyy..?"
Blackstar turned back to look at him one last time, "You saved me before, now we're even," she said with a cold shoulder and leapt out of the large office to give chase to the mysterious Sue Dearbon…and he collapsed, asleep.

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