Birds of Prey: Chaos Revolution UNRATED VERSION

CHAPTER 3

The sun had finally come out of hiding above New Gotham. It was an open sight and feeling for the water logged city. Once again, the people were able to take to the streets. It was in the middle of the work day.

Ridding down the streets of New Gotham was a motorcyclist. The bike was all black and the rider was dressed in all black. Even the helmet was black.

He rode swerving between cars before coming to a red light. Next to him, in the left lane, was another rider who rode a red motorcycle with a black stripe. Riding on the cycle was a hefty man wearing a short sleeve shirt with it’s sleeves looking as if a dog had chewed on them for awhile. On his bulky arm were at least a dozen different tattoos of skull and images of death. There was no doubt that he was part of some sort of motorcycle gang. When he looked over to the dark rider, he grinned and revved his engine twice.

The dark rider had his face hidden so the hefty rider could not see his reaction to his unspoken challenge. The dark rider only looked at him for a few seconds before he revved up his engine to accept the challenge.

Both riders hunched forward and waited for the light to turn green. While waiting, they competed with each other in who can rev up their engines the loudest. It also served the purpose in trying to intimidate the other rider.

The light turned green and both riders raced off; the race was on! The engines in both cycles wailed loudly like a wild animals going on a fritz. The city all around them zoomed past them at what soon began to feel like at an unnatural rate. They had already past sixty-five miles per hour.

For the most part of the race, they were neck-to-neck, but as they reached eighty miles per hour, the dark rider was beginning to come out front. The dark rider was not about to accept that. He began to press in on the dark rider, causing him to swerve to miss being collided with. The red rider laughed as he pressed in harder.

The dark rider was forced past the yellow line and was directly in the path of a parallel parked car. The red rider was not about to let him back onto the road, so there there was only one thing he could do. As he approached the car, he pulled up on the handlebars, lifting the front wheel off the ground. He rode up the back end of the car and, and in doing so, he was launched high up in the sky.

The red rider was awestruck and had unintentionally slowed down. Coming to a descent, the dark rider landed in front of the rid rider and the next thing he knew, the dark rider was so far ahead, that it had become painfully and insultingly aware that the race was over.

Using his rear view mirrors, the dark rider looked to see for himself that the race was indeed over. He slowed down to the posted speed limit and then slowed down to look for a spot to park on the side of the road. He found a long stretch of parking lots and pulled in to a complete stop.

Shutting the cycle down, he unfastened the helmet and slipped it off. Helena Kyle shook her head to loosen her short hair. She looked back down the road with a smile. She smoked him good. She sat there for a moment and marveled at her victory when she heard her cell phone go off.

Pulling it out of her leather jacket, she looked on the screen to see the name of the very one who she hoped it would be. She flipped it opened and pressed the green button. “Hey, love!”

“H, babe,” Reese replied. “I have to apologize but I’m going to be home very late tonight. I have a meeting with the mayor of New Gotham. We are having a rising problem of hate crime that has to be dealt with.”

Helena had moved in with Reese for just shy of two years. She hung up her ‘cape’ and retired to live a normal life with Reese. However, after two years, they have only managed to get engaged for the past one year, and a discussion on the date of the wedding has still not taken place. Helena felt that there was no need to rush things, while Reese, on the other hand, felt that things were moving too slow. This had caused several arguments between them as of recent. One time, he had accused her of being afraid of commitment but that was not the case in the least.

Sure, maybe logically, they should have been married by now, but it just didn’t feel right for some reason. She loved him with all her heart, but she seemed to be satisfied with where their relationship was at the present time. “No problem. I thinks I’m going to pay a visit to Barb and Richard. I haven’t seen them for over a month.”

“Sounds good,” Reese replied. “Say hi for me. Oh, and Helena…”

“Yea?”

“I really am sorry.”

Helena could sence that he truly wanted to be with her tonight that she knew this kind of stuff happened when you are engaged to New Gotham’s youngest ever police commissioner. “I know. I’ll wait up for you tonight.”

“I’ll see you then,” Reese replied.

“See you tonight. I love you.” Helena said. She folded up her cell phone and put it back in her pocket.

“You a stikin’ woman!” A deep and angry masculine voice said behind her.

She turned around to see the hefty rider of the red motorcycle approaching her. He had parked a few spaced down behind her and the funny thing was, she could have sworn that she could feet the ground shake with each step of his huge feet. Helena, mockingly, checked herself out, patting herself down and ending up at her chest. “Hey will you look at that, I am a woman.”

“You a stupid meta, dat’s what you are! You must be to do a trick like dat!”

“Excuse me?” Helena eye him, daring him to repeat that last comment one more time.

“You meta’s are no good scum of de earth!” He came running at her swinging.

With Helena’s speed and agility, she was able to dodge each and every punch thrown at her, all though, it was hardly a challenge. With each swing that missed, a new swear word spat from his mouth. “Fight me!”

“You want me to fight you? Are you sure you want that?” Helena asked as if she was sincerely warning him about what he was asking her to do to him. “Okay!”

Helena posed for the kill. Her two fists in front and one foot far in front of the other: her normal fighting position. He came at her with another swing and a miss, and she swung her right foot forward hard, kicking him in the groin. His eyes began to water, his jaw dropped and he stuttered as he fell to his knees and rolled over, holding on to his groin.

Helena shrugged with a grin on her face. “You wanted me to fight you.”

Helena hopped back onto her motorcycle, put the helmet back on, and started the engine. With the back of her heel, she kicked back the kickstand and she was off.

Reese came home, exhausted late as promised. He was run ragged these past few days because of a sharp increase in crime; most of them were hate crimes either against meta humans or vice versa. His mind continued to come up with a reason why hate crimes had suddenly become so popular.

His mind instantly forgot everything and froze as he saw his love, Helena Kyle standing there in nothing but her bra and thong. They were his personal favorite bra and thong. The red thong was virtually see through and he could see her narrow, thin layer of pubic hair that as short as a man’s peach fuzz. The black bra was not as see through, but from a distance, he could see her small, pimple like nipples. Helena stood there exotically for his viewing pleasure. “Welcome home, lover boy!”

All of his troubles had gone away as he charged at her like a hungry, ravaging predator while he ripped off his tie. He grabbed her and threw her forcibly up to the wall with a loud ‘THUD’! “Just the way I like it: rough!” Helena grinned.

He pressed into her, kissing her and rubbing his chest up against her breast. His tongue entered her mouth wildly rubbing against hers. He snuck his right hand between the wall and her back and slipped it down and began rubbing her smooth ass, occasionally swiping two fingers through the crevice of the beautiful mountain.

He could not contain himself. He knelt down and pulled her thong down to her feet. Her thin layer of hair lay directly in front of him. While he was entranced by the view, Helena stepped out of her thong.

Reese began rubbing his nose and mouth on her fuzzy pussy, tickling the entire region of his mouth. Helena leaned her head back, loving the sensation of his breath on her clit. Oh, the sensation of a very minute amount of wind focused on the most sexual sensitive area on her body.

He began kissing her just above where the hair started and made his way up to her twin mountains. She breathed heavily, perking up her breasts as he reached back behind her and unfastened her bra. The braw fell to the ground, exposing her round breasts. He first played with her, and cupped both of her breasts in his hand before focusing in on one at a time. He gently stroked her breaks in a circular motion, almost sparking a moan from Helena. At the same time she was rubbing her pussy on his leg.

After enjoying this with both breasts, He lowered himself slightly licked over the right nipple and all around the breast. Helena moaned softly. The feel of his wet tong caressing her breast…it was heaven.
He went from licking to sucking on her nipples like a new born baby. Both breasts had their fair share turn. “oh…oh…” She moaned through. She felt his mouth on her, and felt the pressure of his sucking her nipples outward.

Without warning, he backed away and began undressing himself. At this point, Helena wanted him, NOW! She helped him until he stood in front of her completely naked as well, his penis, his beautiful weapon of power was reveled. He leaned into her, pinning her to the wall at the same time, ramming his thick cock into her. “Ungh…” she cried, more high pitched then normal. She wrapped her legs around him as he began to thrust. Each thrust slammed her back into the wall. “Ungh…ungh…ungh..oh yes…oh yea…” she cried as he sped up and harder. It was such an intense feeling; feeling a huge thick object, jamming itself down a tube to small. It forced the tube in her to stretch; a beautiful pain that she could not get enough of.

After awhile he pulled her off the wall, carrying her himself. Helena laughed pleasurably as his penis was still jammed into her and was staying there. The pressure…oh damn…the preasure…the thickness of it…ungh!

He carried her to the bedroom where he dropped her onto the bed. Helena put the flat of her feet onto the bed and spread his knees, opening and invitation to her glorious spring.

Reese knelt down and softly, tickled the lips of her clit. Her body stiffened, and her chest lifted up. The wet tip of his tong teasing her clit was breathtaking. On his part, the taste of her salt was intoxicating. He licked all around the clit, including the seams between her legs and groin. She tasted outstanding. While he was pleasuring her down there, she was rubbing her own breasts and at times pinching her own nipples.

Reese went in; licking her clit, as hard as his tongue could. She moaned loudly, and her body convulsed. She was so wet. The taste of her cum was overwhelming. While tasting of her sweet nectar, his hands made their way up and was grabbing and rubbing her juicy breasts.

Reese could not handle it anymore. He stood up and before he could make a move, Helena took control. She threw him onto the bed and knelt over him, a knee on each side of his thigh. She held his penis in her hand and placed it upward, and squatted own, and the feeling of pressure inside of her was back. She rode him wildly, shaking the whole bed. Reese, himself was moaning. Both of them were moaning loudly.

Finally, the time had come. By the intensity of his moans, she knew he was unleash his load. She pulled herself away and grabbed his pennies and stroked. Now, he was really about to unleash.

Helena wrapped her mouth around his penis and went down him a few times to get things going and as it did, she sucked. She sucked up the cum that was spewing forth. It got all over her lips and dripped down onto her chin. Her lips were white as she crawled over him to his face, rubbing her breasts and pussy and his body. They kissed once again, sharing the taste of his own seed. They laid there, making out. Enjoying the passion of each other’s sensual bodies.