BATMAN FOREVER PART 1
The smoke was just clearing in downtown Gotham as Dr. Chase Meridian stepped out of her black BMW. She had raced over the moment the news of Batman's battle with Two-Face had been broadcast. Although the fireworks were now finished, Chase still hoped to have the opportunity of meeting the Caped Crusader face to face. She was greeted by Police Chief O'Harrah who had taken control of the clean up. Unfortunately, Two-Face had escaped, making Dr. Meridian's presence at the scene somewhat unnecessary. Still, the cops didn't seem to mind having her around. In addition to being one of the world's foremost experts on abnormal psychology, Dr. Chase Meridian was also a very beautiful woman. Standing five feet eight inches tall, the strawberry blonde woman, now in her early thirties, had the sort of body that teen agers were envious of. Her prestige allowed her to charge exorbitant fees for her services, which left her plenty of time to work out and keep her body in top shape. Her efforts were obvious and impressive to all who saw her.
As the chief busied himself shouting orders, Dr. Meridian strolled around a bit, buying time, still hoping Batman might return to help assess any further damages from Two-Face's attempted robbery. She got her wish. Out of the comer of her eye, Chase saw Batman swooping down from the sky, landing gracefully on the sidewalk. Dr. Meridian gasped and bit gently on her lower lip as the dark figure brushed swiftly past her. She scurried along behind Batman as he approached Chief O'Harrah.
"Oh Batman." said the chief in his thick Irish accent. "Thank the Saints you came along when you did. Old Two-Face almost got away with all the money in the vault."
"Lucky for us, he likes to announce his crimes just before he commits them." the costumed hero said flatly. "Otherwise he would have gotten away with it."
"Dr. Meridian spoke up. "He doesn't want money. Well, not really. He wants you Batman."
Both men turned towards her. Chief O'Harra spoke. "Sorry Batman. This is...."
"Dr. Chase Meridian." Interrupted the masked figure. "Yes, I know who she is Chief. The good doctor's work in criminal abnormal psychology is well known and widely regarded as the finest of its kind."
"Well, I only hope that I can live up to such a lofty introduction." She said, holding out her hand for Batman.
The Dark Knight extended his large gloved hand and shook. "Pleasure to meet you doctor. I do look forward to discussing your theories on Tow-Face at your earliest convenience."
Chase never let her eyes stray from Batman's as they shook hands. She had to struggle to hide the desire she felt as his strong leather clad hand grasped hers. Electric shocks shook Dr. Meridian's body as she felt an unfamiliar loss of control. "I'm free right now." She managed, sounding as calm and professional as humanly possible given the raging inferno burning between her thighs.
"Sorry Doctor. I have to run and check a few things on the Bat Computer. Another time perhaps." He replied, breaking their handshake and turning to leave.
The dark figure was gone even before she could respond with a shaky, "Count on it." Chase had to excuse herself from the crime scene quickly before her trembling knees betrayed her and gave out.
Back at her apartment, Chase rushed past the blinking light of her answering machine without a second glance. No time to be bothered with that now. Once in her bedroom, she began to tear at her clothes. All the way home, she had been reliving her brie encounter with Batman. He had merely touched her hand and yet Chase melted in that instant. She dropped her skirt to the floor, leaving her clad only in a black lacy bra and watching G-string panties which had been soaked from the moment Batman had touched her. Leaving her high heels on, Chase threw herself onto the bed, laying on her back and peeling off her soaked panties. So many times, she had brought herself to orgasm while thinking of him. So many times while making love to other men, she had dreamed it was Batman. The Dark Knight had captivated Dr. Meridian from the start, he had fanned a flame burning deep within her. Tonight, with a single touch of his hand, he had sent her into a lusty frenzy.
With one hand Chase tore off her bra and tossed it aside while her other hand was already fast at work caressing the firm flesh of her shapely thighs, inching closer to her burning crotch. The second hand quickly joined its partner as her fingers danced gently in the soft reddish hair which sparsely covered her pussy. Chase closed her eyes and remembered the hard, steely look in Batman's eyes. So purposeful, so secretive, eyes the hid many secrets. They fascinated her. Everything about him fascinated her, his physical prowess, his strength, his commitment, his cunning, the way he filled out his costume. As she dipped two fingers inside of herself, Chase wondered how completely Batman filled out the impressive pouch in the crotch area of this suit. She could feel him between her thighs, mounting and penetrating her with his long hard shaft. That same intense look was burning in his eyes, invading her very soul as he pounded her repeatedly. Chase mirrored her dream lover's movements with now three fingers from her right hand while her left hand stimulated her clit. Her long, beautiful legs were high in the air wrapped around his body, and moans of ecstasy bellowed from her lips.
After a long while, in both her her fantasy and in reality, Chase flipped over rapidly, never letting her fingers lose contact with her pussy. Now on her knees, Chase buried her face in the pillow and muffled some of her screaming. She pictured the Caped Crusader's strong hands grasping her hips as he drove into her from behind. Her ass stuck up high in the air and her hard nipples brushed against the satin sheets on her bed. Well aware that she was nearing an earth shattering orgasm, Chase began to beg her dream lover to shoot his load inside of her. She longed to feel his hot fluid splashing inside of her pussy. Lost in her fantasy, Chase began to climax. Long rolling waves of pleasure wracked her body as she screamed out his name into her pillow. For several minutes. Chase rode out her orgasm until she just collapsed face down on the bed and drifted off to sleep, still dreaming of the dark figure who so dominated her thoughts and fantasies.
continued in part 2...
BATMAN FOREVER- TWO
Bruce Wayne's utter dismissal of his work may have pushed Edward Nigma to the edge, but the actual test run of his invention had obliterated his unstable sanity. With the new device, he could beam TV signals directly into the human brain. Ed had planned to use to revolutionize home entertainment and communication, but the unexpected side effects had opened up a host of new possibilities. He could use the machine to extract information from the mind of anyone he chose, making it useful in personal, corporate as well as international espionage. Also, the machine seemed to possess a rather strong suggestive power, which could make this invention more powerful than he could have imagined. But first, Ed knew he had to find some way to test his theory. Some way to see if he had truly invented a mind control device.
After fixing the surveillance tape so that the death of his former supervisor could be easily seen as a suicide, Ed gathered his invention and left the building. All the way home, the odd helmet-like contraption rattled on the seat next to him. Ed needed to find a subject on whom to test it, but where?
"What the Hell." he thought aloud, pulling his car into the nearest fast food drive through. He ordered his food and waited in line, his old car idling roughly as Ed fastened the old helmet to his head and setting the beam on reverse. In theory, if he concentrated very hard, his thoughts would be beamed directly into the mind of the subject, thus allowing Ed to control them. Ed's heart raced as he pulled his car up to the window. The pimply faced teenager handed Ed his food, laughing aloud at the odd looking man in the stupid hat.
"That will be five sixty eight mister." The youth chuckled.
Ed could feel his temples throbbing, this was more difficult than he had thought, but the boy's expression changed a bit, slowly until finally he said lately, "No charge sir." Ed could have left right then, but already the lure of such power was tightening its grip. After another long stare, the boy turned around to his female coworker and grabbed her breast. As the girl screamed and slapped the boy, Ed sped off, laughing uncontrollably. He had done it. Ed now possessed the power to control the minds of others.
While Edward was using his mind control beam to drain brain power from some of Gotham's finest minds, Two-Face was hard at work trying to destroy Batman. In one particularly dastardly attempt to kill the Dark Knight, Two-Face had staged a terrorist attack on a circus performance at the Gotham Center For Performing Arts. The plot was foiled, but there were a dozen casualties. Among them were all but one member of the Flying Grayson's acrobatic team. The sole survivor, young Dick Grayson, had thwarted Two-Face's plan in Batman's absence and saved hundreds of lives. His payment for such courage was to be left without a family at eighteen years of age.
Feeling a certain camaraderie with someone who had lost his family, Bruce Wayne took Dick Grayson in. In addition to this reason, Bruce also felt a certain degree of guilt. Only Alfred understood the pain Bruce felt for not acting sooner to reveal his identity. Perhaps everyone would have been spared. Whatever his reasons, Bruce Wayne did take in Dick Grayson. For his part, Dick only agreed to stay after realizing he had no place else to go, besides, it would only be for a short while. As curious as Dick was about the mysterious billionaire, it was amazing that it took him three whole days to sneak into the silver closet and discover the Bat Cave.
Meanwhile, across town, Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway of Dr. Chase Meridian's apartment. It had been a successful first date and she had already decided to make a move on him if he asked to come inside. Bruce shifted nervously in the hallway. The Bat Beeper had been going off for the past hour, but he had thus far ignored the pages. There was no way he was going to just blow off a woman as incredible as Chase. Besides, if it had been a real emergency, he would have seen the Bat Signal.
"Well Bruce." Chase said after a long silence. "Thank you for a lovely evening. Perhaps we can do it again sometime, schedules permitting of course."
"Yes, that would be very nice." He replied, leaning in for a good night kiss, but pulling back at the last moment. The Bat Beeper was vibrating in his pocket once again. He really needed to see what was up. Fun with Chase would have to be put on the back burner. "May I call you?" He asked.
The decision had been made to make a move only if Bruce asked to come in, but as it became obvious to her that he was not going to do so, Chase changed her mind. She just had to crack that shy boy exterior of the brilliant, enigmatic billionaire.
As Bruce Wayne held out his hand to shake Dr. Meridian's. the beeper went off yet again. However, before he could finalize their good byes, Chase grabbed Bruce by the wrist and jerked him into her semi dark living room. His protests were cut off as the beautiful doctor pulled him close and kissed him passionately. It was all he could do to slip a hand down into his pocket and turn off the beeper before returning her deep kiss.
Alfred had feared Bruce might not wish to return the pages. Years together had allowed Alfred to see things in Bruce that he often could not see in himself. Master Wayne's attitude this evening had told him that Dr. Chase Meridian was more than just a lovely woman with whom to spend an evening.
HE knew he could set off the Bat Signal with the remote control, but Alfred was not even sure if anything was wrong. Upon discovering the Bat Cave, Dick Grayson had become a bit over enthusiastic, going so far as to take the Bat Mobile out for a joy ride. Torn between alerting Bruce to this fact and letting him enjoy his evening, Alfred finally decided to let it go. Master Dick would most likely be fine. "Besides." Alfred though aloud. "Master Bruce truly needs to get laid."
Dr. Meridian's moonlit penthouse apartment had a wonderfully romantic ambiance it. However, the dim shadowy light was Hell on a groping billionaire. Trying to kill her towards the sofa, Bruce had tripped over an end table, sending him sprawling to the floor. With a quickness that surprised Chase, he was back on his feet, no worse for the wear. She pulled his tuxedo jacket off, snagging it at the elbows, forcing Bruce to struggle with it until he threw it off. Chase kicked off her shoes and reached for the zipper at the back of her long evening dress. Bruce fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finding it more than a bit difficult. Reaching out with surprising quickness, Chase tore the front of his shirt wide open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Shocked but even more excited, Bruce stumbled trying to kick his shoes off. Standing precariously on one foot, he grabbed for his socks, but froze in that ridiculous position when Chase shrugged her dress to the floor. He just stared for a moment at the beautiful woman, clad in white lace bra, matching stockings, garter and skimpy panties. Mouth wide open, Bruce Wayne fell sideways to the floor in a clumsy heap.
Pulling himself onto the couch, Bruce finished removing his socks and went to work on his pants. Moving close, Chase pulled on the legs, easily sliding them off of his body. She sat next to him on the couch. and kissed him once again, her tongue probing his mouth deeply. Breaking the kiss, Chase whispered into Bruce's ear. "Stand up and strip for me."
Bruce Wayne stood slowly in front of the couch. He was used to women taking their clothes off for him, but this was something new. Standing there in the bluish moonlight, Bruce waited for a sign from Chase to continue. She just sat on the couch, looking lovely, admiring his body. He had square handsome features that screamed of good breeding. Clearly, all of his free time was not spent sitting around being a couch potato. His broad shoulders and well developed chest tapered down to a flat stomach and narrow waist. Clad in only black silk boxers, Bruce Wayne looked good enough to eat. A thought which caused a chill to race up Chase's spine.
"Take them off." She whispered. "Slowly."
The excitement of being watched like this turned Bruce on more than he ever could have imagined. His throbbing erection made it a bit of a chore to slip the boxers down over his hips. The look on Chase's face was pure lust as the boxers reached Bruce's muscular thighs. The cock that sprung into view matched his chiseled hard body perfectly. His member throbbed visibly as Bruce kicked away his boxers and stood in front of Chase. Having seen her share of stiff pricks in her day, Dr. Meridian was pleasantly surprised by the one she saw before her. It was at least nine inches long, only an inch shy of her ideal length and certainly more than she would have expected from a quirky man like Bruce Wayne. Chase licked her lips and felt her pussy flood itself. "Turn around." She whispered, her voice throaty and shaking with desire. "Let me see your ass."
Trying to appear relaxed, Bruce turned slowly way from her, feeling her stare as she checked him out from behind. As Batman, he was used to being gawked at, but as Bruce Wayne, it made him feel somewhat uncomfortable. He looked back over his shoulder to see Chase's reaction. She was staring at his butt, one hand playing with her hair, the other absent mindedly stroking her thigh. "You must work out." She said, seeing him look back at her. She spread her thighs and raised her legs so that her feet were resting on the edge of the couch.
"Come eat me." Chase said, pulling her panties aside invitingly, giving Bruce a promise of wonderful things to come. Mustering up all of his self control, he turned around slowly, eased himself to his knees and began to crawl ever so slowly towards Chase, his eyes locked on hers. She watched as he approached, reached out and began to caress her stocking clad calves in his strong hands. Peering into his eyes, Chase could sense the deep, hidden fires burning within Bruce. Some day, she would have to explore his inner thoughts and fears, but at this moment, Chase had more base plans for him. As his hands crossed her thighs and came in contact with her hips, Bruce tugged on the band of her panties, tearing away the lacy fabric easily off of her body. Bruce leaned his head in close until chase could feel his warm breath on her thighs. Bruce ran his fingers through the neatly trimmed patch of hair around her pussy, teasing her moist lower lips and playing with her opening.
Chase shuddered as Bruce played with her pussy, teasingly inserting just the tip of a finger into her and running it along her slit. She was on fire and wanted so desperately to tell him what she most desired, however, experience had taught her that such perverse needs were best held until she was certain the man could handle them. She decided instead on the next best thing, a nice bit of passionate love making. "Eat me." she whispered, her mind reeling from Bruce's talented fingers.
More than happy to oblige, he pressed his mouth into the hot flesh of her pussy. He was dying to taste her and by drawing it out, his desire was greatly heightened. He covered the length of her slit with soft kisses, savoring her sweet womanly aroma. A finer woman would be hard to imagine and Bruce knew that he would have to pull out all the stops if he was going to satisfy Chase.
As Bruce teased her, Chase ran her slim manicured fingers through his thick blond hair. By the time his tongue made contact with her pussy lips, Chase was ready to scream. He began with long slow strokes, painting her pussy with his tongue, kissing it lovingly. His fingers slowly worked their way inside of Chase, exploring her insides just as his mouth did the same to her outer lips.
For what seemed like hours, Bruce kept Chase in a state of high arousal, but never pushed her over the edge of climax. He explored every inch of her pussy with his lips, tongue and fingers, carefully avoiding her clit, until she ached with the need for release. All the while, he had been working his fingers in and out of her, fucking her with now three fingers. Sensing her arousal and feeling her grip tighten in his hair, pulling him close, Bruce moved his mouth upwards to her erect clit.
"Oh yes." Chase moaned, feeling his lips brush against her pulsing bud. Knowing how close to the edge she was, she wrapped her long legs tightly around his head and grabbed two handful of his hair. "Oh Bruce, make me cum." she cried as his mouth closed over her clit, sucking hard and fast, matching his frenzied finger fucking.
Bruce felt Chase smother him between her thighs, forcing him to nearly drown in the flood of juices she let loose as her climax wracked her body. He lapped at her sweet nectar, savoring her taste and simultaneously driving her ever madder as her orgasm consumed her. Bruce felt deep satisfaction at hearing Chase screaming her way through climax. He lived by a simple sexual principle, the better you give, the better you receive. He only hoped Chase held similar beliefs.
Bruce kept up his sucking until Chase's orgasm subsided and she loosened her vice grip on, at last, collapsing onto the couch. Chase was out of breath and thin sheen of perspiration glistened on her skin in the moonlight. Standing, Bruce went from the room without a word, returning moments later with a bottle of water. The simple gesture so touched Chase that she forget to question how Bruce knew his way to the kitchen in the dark. It also renewed her desire to return the pleasure he had given her. They sat next to each other, sipping the water and kissing for several minutes. Chase slowly worked her hand up Bruce's thigh until at last she wrapped her fingers around the hard shaft of his cock. It felt so big and hard in her hand, smooth hot skin, pulsing under her touch. The fat purple head was swollen and already shining with leaking pre-cum.
Chase took a final swig of water and let head fall into Bruce's lap. She curled up on the couch next to him as her soft lips make contact with the head of his cock. In that position, Chase reminded Bruce of Selena Kyle, his most recent lost love, "but not even Selena used her tongue this well." He thought. Her lips parted, allowing Bruce's hard cock to slip inch by inch into her cool mouth. The ice water added to the intense pleasure she gave him. As she did this, Chase circled her tongue around his cock with amazing skill, driving him to the edge of climax almost instantly. Her head began to bob delicately in his lap as Chase sucked most of him into her mouth. She knew that to deep throat a cock the size of Bruce's would be no problem, but there were limits to what she was prepared to reveal about her sexual nature and talents. Besides, he didn't seem to mind at all.
Bruce Wayne was having trouble holding back as Chase's oral talents nearly overwhelmed him. Were he in costume as Batman, he would have grabbed her head and fucked her mouth good and hard until her unloaded in her mouth. Such rough sexuality was expected from the wanton sluts who often fell at the feet of the Dark Knight, but this was an educated, classy lady. Bruce decided to hold back on his aggression and simply enjoy the feelings.
As Chase sensed Bruce's impending climax, she added to her stellar blowjob by wrapping her hand tightly around the base of his shaft and stroked to match her lip motions. She was pumping his cock like she wanted to milk it dry. In reality, Chase wanted nothing more than to jerk Bruce's dick off right into her mouth. He would certainly love it, as would she, however, she feared it might set the wrong tone for their relationship. After all, she was a Ph.D. and as such, his expectations of her would be higher. To swallow his cum on their first date might cause Bruce Wayne to disregard her as a common strumpet.
Feeling his balls begin to tighten in inevitable climax, Bruce thought briefly of not warning Chase, so that he could spurt into her warm mouth. However, knowing the sort of repercussions this could cause he regretfully moaned a warning. "Oh Chase, I'm going to cum."
Pulling her lips away, the beautiful doctor doubled her hand motions, pumping wildly on the hard cock she held. With a sudden convulsion, Bruce's body stiffened and his cock exploded a fountain of sperm. The thick fluid sprayed out onto his chest and stomach. It streaked his body and her fingers, running down and polling in Bruce's navel. Chase wanted so badly to lick his body clean of his sweet fuck juices. When at last Bruce stopped pumping and closed his eyes to catch his breath, Chase snuck a quick taste from her fingers, savoring his taste a moment before curling up next to him on the couch, resting her head on his strong shoulders.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath." He said. "Then let's continue this in the bedroom."
-- continued in part 3...
Just a few notes. Since this is MY story, I have made a few casting changes. Where not indicated, the cast in the same. In this chapter, Celeste is played by Elizabth Berkley from Show- girls. Sugar is still played by Drew Barrymore. Spice is played by Shannon Doherty.
Thank you and enjoy. As always, any comments are most appreciated. Post them on A.S.S.D. or Email me. I'm still working on this, so any ideas will be taken into consideration.
Roger
BATMAN FOREVER PART THREE
At the same time Bruce Wayne was enjoying the oral talents of Dr. Chase Merididan, young Dick Grayson was just turning the Barmobile onto Old Gotham Road where he opened it up to 90 MPH. "Damn, this baby flies." He half shouted as he sped down the deserted road towards the heart of Gotham. "Now, for a little driving music." He mumbled, finding the in dash CD player in the Batmobile. Cranking the volume up to ten, Dick soon heard the sounds of adult contempororay blaring though the sound system. "What is this crap?" Dick muttered, edjecting the offending disc. "Michela Bolton? Fuck that." He tossed the small disc out the window and pulled a CD case for his leather jacket. He picked a disc, interted it and in a few seconds, the Batmobile was filled with the rocous sounds of The Offspring's 'Smash It Up'. "Now this is ass kicking music." He said, lughing and speeding through the black night into Gotham City.
The north side of Gotham city was by far the most dangerous, crime infested neighborhood this side of south Metropolis. The streets bustled with gang members, prositutes, drug adicts and pimps. No one was safe out here form the roaming ganga of thugs who ruled the streets like a pack of blood thirsty wolves. That is, until the Batmobile cruised down the dark Avenue, scattering the evil doers like so many cock roaches when you turn on the lights.
Dick drove through the run down neighborhood, scoping out the ladies of the evening who flocked on the street corners. Seeing a partially promising group, he pulled the car up to the curb, sending the johns scurrying scurrying away. One of them, thought Dick, looked very familiar, "Like that British actor who's been in town to promote his new movie." He muttered. No matter, he had found what he was looking for, some working girls.
The hookers hathered around the Batmobile like lust starved groupies, dying for a glimpse of the Dark Knight. When the hatch of the Batmobile slid open, they were instead treated to young Dick Grayson's smiling face. "Hello ladies." He said, flashing a cocky Tom Cruise like smile.
The small crowd backed away laughing. "That ain't Batman. Looks more like BatBoy. BratBoy is more like it. Hey Boy, Disneyland is farther west." They jeered.
Dick was angered by their ridiculing. "Hey, I'm man enough to steal the Batmobile from Batman. I'd say that makes me man enough to......."
His words were cut off by a death scream coming from one of the darkened side alleys. It sounded as if someone werer being tortured. Before he could even try to think about it, Dick swung the Batmobile around and headed in the direction of the screams.
Celeste Stallings should have known better than to be out at night in this part of Gotham. She had been on a sorrority initialtion prank for Hell Week. All she was supposed to do was bring in a condemned sign from one of the dol burned out slums. Somehow, she had taken a very wrong turn and ended up here. While tying to use a pay phone, the pretty coed had been harrassed by some gang member who chased her away from her can and dwon this dead end alley. As they closed in around her, now twenty strong, she let out her desparate cry for help.
The leader of the gang, a large man wearing leather clithes and white stage make up, had a hold of Celeste's long black hair and was about to speak when someon in the crowd shrieked. "Oh shit, it's Batman." All eyes turned to the open ind of the alley just as the sleak, black vehicle pulled in. Just the sight of Batman struck fear in the hearts of the gang members who backed away as the Batmobile slowed to a halt at Celeste's feet. She could see the big leader's body tremble as the hatch opened. Then, as some young punk, not the dreaded Dark Knight, hopped out of the vehicle, the tension eased and the gang began laughing aloud. "It's not the Batman." Said one brave soul, stepping forward to challenge dick.
Begining to realize the potential danger of the situation, Dick knew he had to act quickly. "I just forgot my suit at the cleaners." He said, mustering up all his confidence. "Let the girl go now."
The leader laughed with his followers for a moment then held up his hand for quiet. The moisy alley fell utterly silent. "What if I say no?"
"Well," Answered Dick confidently. "Then I'll take her, and kick your ass on the way out."
Again the larger man luaghed loudly at Dick. "I doubt that." He nodded at the cloest gang member who emdiatly swung into action, striking out at Dick with a wooden stick he held. Effortlessly, Dick sidestepped the blow, grabbing the stick from the hood. Spinning around quickly, Dick cracked him in the back of the head, knocking the attacker cold.
The remaining members stood stunned for a moment, not quite sure what to make of the young avenger. Before they could regroup, Dick used the end of the stick to butt three more gana members in the face and gut, clearing a path to Celeste. In a fllash, Dick had a hold of her arm and was backing her towards the Batmobile.
By now, the leader had regrouped a bit from his initail surprise. "Get him." He shouted. Shielding Celeste from the attackers, Dick flew into action. Using his acrobatic skills and the stick, he fought throuh the first dozen or so thugs. Dick knew that he was hopelessly outnumbered and could not deat them all. Turning to Celeste, he yelled. "Get in the car." Celeste climbed into the Batmobile, leaving Dick to fight throught the few until he to leapt into the car. In a flash, he hit the button to clese the fatch. Just befor it sealed out the evil doers, Dick smiled and gave a heard filled. "Have a nice day."
With a blast of flames and the screech of tires, the sleek car raced backwards out of the alley and down the street, leaving the cursing gang memebers in its dust. Dick dromve silently for a while before noticing that Celeste was crying.
"I wouldn't worry too much about your car Miss, all in all, you are very lucky" Dick said, trying his best to sound like a confident super hero. In fact, however, his heart was racind and he was thankful to have surrvived the ordeal.
"It's not that." She sobbed, wiping her eyes and trying to compose herslf. A few moments later, she continued. "I would have been murdred by those creeps. You saved my life." She again sobbed.
"No need to cry Miss." Dick comforted, pulling the Batmobile to a stop in fromt of the Delta Chi Pi sorrority house. "It's not so serious as all that. You're safe now and I'll call in your car to the police as so as I get back to...." he paused a moment, catching his near mistake. "As soon as I dump this car. I wouldn't want the real Batman to catch me in it."
Celeste turned to him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. "You sure acted like the real Batman back there."
Dick swallowed hard. His experiences with women were rather limited. Most people had always assumed that because he was an entertainer and a gymnast, that he must be gay. In fact, Dick had been with only two lovers in his life. Niether of whom had been nearly as pretty as Celeste.
"Just doing my good deed Miss." He said, his voice dropping into a mock super hero tone.
Celeste bit her lip coyly. "Doesn't the super hero get to kiss the girl?" She asked.
Dick stannered a bit. "Ye, well, I guess, I suppose so, but I'm really not....I"
Celeste shut him up with a hard kiss on the mouth. The near death experience had her blook pumping and she could not remember ever feeling quite as turned on. She was hoping to convey her desire to be taken in her kiss, but to make sure, Celeste took one of Dick's hands and placed it onto her breast. Breaking the kiss, she moaned, "Take me upstairs Batman."
"But I'm not Bat.." His words were muffled under another kiss. Her actions told him without words to just shut up and play along. His pride was hurt a bit, but the way this pretty girl kissed made the sting fade with the promise of exquisite erotic adventures.
After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Celeste got our of the car, her eyes beckoning Dick to folow her. She led him silently by the hand through the ground floor of hr sorririty house. Her snotty sorrity siters looked on in disgust and disbelief at the punk Celeste was taking up the staris. She was violating the rules and risking getting herself thrown out just for a fuck with her savior, and the idea made her panties soaked.
Inside her room, Celeste slammed the dorr behind them and attacked Dick. HEr mouth covered his, her tongue probed his mouth. Her hands groped and grasped at his body. She tore off his leather jacket, tossing it aside. Dick began to follow suit, tearing her T shirt in his haste to get it over her head. They struggled with each other's jeans, but seen stook naked in each others arms. Her aggressivness had Dick a bit off balance, but his hands found their way over her perky breats and down to her firm, round ass.
He was about to take her over to the bed when her kisses dropped down to his neck, then lower, onto his chest. Soon, she fell to her knees befor him and grasped his throbbing cock in her hands. For only the second time in his life, Dick Grayson felt the head of his cock slip into a got, wet, female mouth. Celeste devoured his cock like a hungry animal, taking all six inches of his thin prick deep into her throat, then sliding it back out so that she could stroke it between her palms. Celeste was drooling wildly as she attacked him with her mouth. She was exploring a new side of her sexuality, an umcontrolable, nasty side brought on my the rush of adrenilne. Dick knew that this girl would not stop on her own until she had brought him off, but he wanted to be inside of her. Taking her lovely face in his hands, he helped her to her feet, lifted her off the ground and carried her over to the bed where he laid her down.
Dick had in mind a bit of muff diving, but Celeste was busy reaching into her nightstand, fumbling around for something. At last, she smiled up at him and said. "Skip that, put this on and fuck me." She tossed him a foil packet with a condom in it. Dick looked puzzled for a moment. "A girl has to be careful these days, even with a super hero." Celeste added.
Dick scrambled to his knees beween her spread thighs. His trembling fingers made it tough, but at last he was able to slide the smooth latex condom over his dick, and positioned himself against her wet pussy lips. "Take me Batman." She whispered.
Dick smiled down at Celeste as he pressed himself into her. This pretty coed was so much better than and of the hookers he could have hoped to pick up. Her heat fest as if it could belt the rubber. It felt like a wet oven around his throbbing prick. A few quick strokes lubed the condom up good and Dick penetrated Celeste easily. The perky coed, reached down and pulled her thighs up and apart, begging Dick for more.
"Oh yes." She hissed, not at all like he would have expected from her. "Fuck me deeper." She cried. Dick was already giving her every inch he had. Knowing anohter way to get deeper inside of Celeste, Dick manuevered her legs up onto his shoulders, stretching her thighs and pludging deeper into her pussy.
Celeste's mind was reeling. She was being taken by a stranger, by the man who had saved her life. She belonged to hom, wanted to serve him. It was such a primal feeling, so unlike her. His body slapped against her, his heavy balls bouncing off her ass while he pumped her.
"Oh fuck me harder." She cried, losing herslef. It was the first climax she had ever experienced with a cock inside of her pussy.
Something seemed to break loose inside of Dick. All of his shyness evaporated in a cloud of steaming passion. all he could think about was ramming his cock inside this girl harder and faster. Adreniline from his earlier activity fueled his fires. "This must be why Batman goes to see the hookers." He thought to himself, remebering the rumors of the Dark Knight's sexual proclivities.
Dick felt Celeste shudder beneath him as she came a second time. When she stopped, Dcik pulled out of her, quickly silencing her moans of protest by flipping her over ont her hands and knees. With a firm grip, he took hold of her slender hips and drove his latex encased rod into her steaming pussy. Celeste shuddered as Dick's hips slammed into her ass loudly.
Young Dick could never had imagined such passion, such abaondon. The harder he fucked Celeste the harder she bucked back. Slowly, she brought one of her hands up off her bed and moved it back to her ass, leaving it tantalizingly vulneralbe to him. As lost as he was in his own lust, it took Dick a few moments to notice her hand, but when he did, his reaction was instant. He grasped her wrist tightly, holding it in place behind her back. His hard thrusts now nearly knocked the girl off balance. Siezing on another opportunity, Dick jerked Celeste's other arm out from under her, driving her face down into the pillow. In one hand, he held both of her wrists together in the center of her back, never slowing the pace of his furious fucking.
Celeste found this new position very exciting. She had been fucked doggy style before, but this was wild. Having her arms pinned back made her feel so vulnerable and controlled. Her face was smothered, making it all seem so desparate. Also, with her ass so high and exposed, even Dick's cock seemed huge, slamming all the way to her cervix. She came a third time almost immediatly.
Dick was lost in a fog of lust. He was holding this pretty young coed down while he fucked her as hard as he could. Pulling up on her writsts, Dick forced Celeste's head up off the pillow, her weight strainging against her shoulders. Now he could hear her screaming out in exstacy. Reaching down, Dick grabbed her dark hair, pulling her head back and using it to add leverage to his thrust. The pure animal rage of it all pushed Dick to the edge and he began to cru out as his climax apporaced like a runaway train. "Oh God." He moaned. "So fucking close."
"Yes." Celeste hissed. "Fuck me harder. Fuck my cunt. Cum in me please. I'm gonna cum. Ohhhhhh"
Dick could feel Celeste's pussy contracting around him as she came, milking his cock. That was all he could take. This hot coed pushed him over the edge. He pulled back on her hair hard, straightening her up against him as he began to climax. So intense were the waves of pleasure rushing through Dick's body, that he fell flat on top of Celeste, driving her face first into the matress as he continued to pump her.
As his climax shook his body, Dick felt his hot cum fill the condom, engulfing his throbbing member in a wet coccom of hot liquid lust. He gave a final few thrusts into her prone body, punding away, his weight smothering her, stiffling her whimpers. Never before had Dick felt such power in a sexual conquest. He flet all of the pain and anger over the loss of his family dull and fade as he looked down at the quivering coed. HE tore the condom from his still hard cock and tossed it down on Celeste's ass.
She lay there for a moment, feeling the wet rubber on her lower back, the sticky fluid was leaking slowly onto her skin. Celeste had cum foru times from the cute strangers cock and she didn't even know his name. Oh, how things were going to change for her sexually. As she rolled over, she was just in time to catch a glimpse of Dick's bare ass as he vaulted out the window.
Upon making his decision to leave, Dick had dismounted the bed, grabbed his clothes and useing his gymnastics skills, leapt from the window, onto an awning and safely to the ground below. It was best not to ruin a momumentally perftect sexual encounter by getting all mushy over it. So he left, without looking back. Had he taken a last glace back, Dick would have seen Celeste empty the contents of the condom onto her toungue, revelling in her first taste of sperm, and shuddering as her fingers brought her to climax one final time.
Dick dressed on his way home. The evening's adventures playing back in his head. The heroic act of saving the poor girl, the thrill of doing battle with twenty hoods, the fear of being outnumbered, the rush of adreniline that came as he defeated them, the pure lust he felt for the girl, the anamalistic sex. It had all made his inner rage fade. But even as he pulled the Batmobile onto the dirt road to the Batcave, the pain and bitterness were coming back. How he longed to make it go away forever.
As Dick hopped out of the Batmobile, satisfied with his first night as a crime fighter. He was surprised to see Bruce Wayne sitting at a computer terminal, a look of impatience on his face. As Bruce got a look at Dick, who had forgotten to do his fly, Bruce shook his head and turned away. Before leaving, he said flatly, "Tomorrow, you and I have to have a talk."
It had taken Edward a few costume fittings, but he was satisfied with his choice. As he stood outside the abandoned werehouse that served as Two-Face's hideout, dressed in a day glow , green body suit, adorned with black question marks and marching mask, he truly looked the part of a master criminal, or an escapee from the asylum.
Finding Two-Face had been rather easy to do using his new found intelligence that the beam had sucked from numerous test subjects and the mind reading capablitites of the same invention. However, Ed knew the dangers of barging in on Two-Face. He only hoped he could buy enough time to show what his beam could do before that madman's completely insane side tossed him into the river.
Inside the werehouse, Harvey Dent, also know as Two-Face, Gotham City's one time District Attoruney and current reinging King of Crime, was just sitting down to a pair of lovely dinners. The old werehouse had been decorated to fit both sides of his twisted nature. One, decked out in the finest antiques and artwork, all stolen from Gotham's finest homes. The other side was part sewer rat, part trailer trash chic.
Before him on the table were two complete meanls, one for each of his two personalities. For Harvey, it was roast duck, a green salad in a vinigrete dressing and a glass of fine brandy. For the dark side, it was blackened pigs heart, raw oysters and twelve grain alcohol.
Seated on either side of him were the two women in his life, (For the time being). At Harvey's side was Sugar, a blonde virginal looking young woman dressed in a slowing MAe West type gown. To the left of Two-Face sat spice, a heavily made up, leather clad, punk looking brunette. The women were similar in height and weight, however in all other ways they lieterally were as different as night and day.
Two-Face gave them each a kiss and was about to sample the cousine when he heard an ear splitting call come from behind him.
"Luuuccccccyyyyy. I'm home." Two-Face and the women turned to see where the noise had come from. What they saw made them burst out laughing. A tall, lanky man, dressed in a ridiculous costume and a mask. His hair was cut in an odd sort of uneven crew cut and dyed bright orange. He looked ridiculous even to the two women who shared their bed with the acid damaged attourney.
In a blink, Two-Face was on his feet moving towrds the intruder. Never mind his appearacne, the clown had found his hideout and penetrated it. Not even Batman had been able to do that. He was taking no chances.
"What the hell do you want?" Growled Teo-Face. The gangly man strolled casually around the room, oblivious to the gun Harvey had pointed at him. Ed knew that his windwo of opportunity was small, the slightest slip and he'd be dead.
"Love the decour. Modern Werehouse? Better Tombs and Dungeons?" Two-Face was not amused.
"Who are you, and why souldn't we blow your fucking brains out of your skull?" He hissed, raising his gun.
"What? And ruin all this?" He said, gesturing around the room. Still not amused, Two-Face cocked the gun.
"We'll risk it." He said coldy.
Sensing his string had run out, Ed smiled weakly. "All righty then. Let's get down to business shall we? You can call me........The Riddler. As for why I'm here, that's easy. I need your help, and I have something to offer you in return for it." He gently turned the barrel of the gun away from his face. "Allow me to demonstrate."
From the waist band of his suit, Riddler pulled out a flashlight liiking device. "This, my friebd, is the answer to your dreams, your prayers."
Two-Face looked at the odd man. "Looks like a flashlihgt, so what?" He said
"Ahhhhh, but watch." Riddler aimed the device at Harvey and a lone of blue light shot stright to his forehead. Another stream of light shot over to the TV set causing it to glow. Two-FAce, Riddler and the two women watched as a series of odd images flashed across the glowing screen. A courtroom...A vile of acid...A bat crushed under a giant flyswater...The brunette woman on her knees...A law school class...A bat shot from out of the sky...The blonde woman in a wedding dress...A Bat torn apart by its wings.
The odd images flashed before them all. The girls stared, consued, at the screen, but Two-Face knew what they were. "Turn it off." He grumbled at the Riddler, aiming his gun at him once again. "Now!"
"O.K., O.K." Said the Riddler, shutting down the beam. "I see you understand what my little toy can do."
"Yeah, all right, so it can read minds. Great party trick, but what does that have to do with us?" Two-Face replied.
Riddler haof skipped over to him. "I'm so gald you asked. Imagine this." He said gesturing grandly. "A huge one of these set up to a satelite sysetem. A smaller one in every home in Gotham City so that we can monitor the thoughts of everyone in town. Including Batman."
Two-Face smiled. "Read the Bat's thoughts? Oh how delightful." His smile faded. "But why shouldn't we shoot you and steal that thing?"
Riddler grinned bit. "Interesting point. Of course, if you did that, you woulnd't really know how to work it would you?"
The two sides of Harvey seemed to be having a mental discussion. "All right. What is it you want from us?"
"I need capital to mass produce my little toy and get in every home. You have the resources to help me steal the money I need."
"And in return?"
"In return, I will give you fifty percent of the profits and I deliver you Batman."
Two-Face pondered the idea for a bit. He never like the idea of sharing his take, however this little beam could be a bit asset. At last, they made up their twisted mind. The deal was struck. As the two villians shook hands on their new agreement, Two-Face smiled/ "So, as a gesture of out good will, please choose one of these two beauties for your own enjoyment."
Riddler grinned. "Ohh, thank you." He skipped over to the women and looked them over like two prize peices of meat. At last, he turned to Two-Face and pointed at Sugar. "I like this one."
Two-Face lauged. "All right then. She's yours." Walking over to Riddler, he whispered to him. "I'm afraid you'll find her a bit of a bore. You see, not only is her appearacnce sonewhat virginal, so is her lovemaking."
"Oh?" querried Riddler.
"Yes, complete lack of imagination and enthusiasm I'm afraid." He replied.
"I'll suffer." Said Riddler, taking Sugar by the wrist. "Come my dear."
"Oh, please, don't hurt me." She squeaked, bringing laugher from both men.
"Now." Said Riddler rudley. "I will say thank you and leave you to finish your dinner." He then lead Sugar out the door, stoppping one final time to bow to his new partner.
"One more thing." Said Two-Face. "You try and double cross us, and we'll kill you."
Nodding his understanding, Riddler made his exit.
-- continued in part 4...
BATMAN FOREVER PART 4
I.
Riddler entered his run down apartment with his new lady in tow. Sugar hadn't said two words to him on the entire journey. Two-Face had said she was less than dynamic sexually, but Riddler had plans for her. He had a feeling about this one, and couldn't wait to find out if he was right.
One of the side effects of the beam that he had not revealed to Two-Face, was a combination of the mind reading and mind control power of the beam. By combining them, he found that the beam would find a subject's deepest, darkest sexual fantasy and make them act on this desire. Somehow, Riddler thought that beneath that innocent look Sugar had, lay a passionate inferno.
"Sit down my dear." Riddler said, preparing the beam for his experiment. with the cute, virginal blonde.
Back in the warehouse, Two-Face had finished his meal and was standing next to the seated Spice. "Time for dessert my dear." He said smiling. Without another word, Spice unzipped his trousers and fished his growing cock out with her fingers. "Make it good darling. You're going to have to do if for us both this evening."
The brunette nodded and bent her head down to Two-Face's cock. As she wrapped her soft lips around the head, both sides of the villain's face smiled broadly. Spice's willing mouth opened wide to accommodate the growing prick that worked its way to the back of her throat.
She noticed that Two-Face's prick was growing bigger and harder than ever before. In the past, the dueling personalities had split his attention so that Miss Goody-Goody Sugar took half of his energy and lust away from her. Now that she was out of the picture, Spice could see that all of the attention and lust would be directed at her. The idea excited her, causing her pussy to gush more than usual as she bathed his beautiful cock in her saliva, gulping it deep in her pulsing mouth.
Harvey was amazed at how quickly all thoughts of his precious Sugar faded away. Perhaps his more twisted side was right, bad girls could be so much more fun. At that point his twisted half took over completely. "Hang on Harvey." He muttered. "This is going to be a bumpy ride."
Knowing that there would be no interruptions this time, Spice went to work on Two-Face like never before. When the fat head bumped against her throat, she simply shoved her mouth down harder, forcing the throbbing member into her throat.. Two-Face held her face in his hands, gave her cheek a gentle caress, then plunged the final few inches of his cock deep into her throat. This was the man Spice lusted for , a brute with a ten inch dick and no qualms about using it on her sexy young body. Spice began to shudder in orgasm as he squeezed her head tightly.
"AHHHH" Two-Face moaned. "My little slut is cumming already. I suppose you deserve it. We have been dividing our attention for far too long. Not to worry, I think we can convince old goody two shoes here that sometimes bad is better." He laughed wildly as he pulled her to her feel. "Have a seat my dear. I believe it's time for my dessert." He set her onto the edge of the table. with strong hands, he tore open her top, exposing her small but firm breasts. The cocoa colored nipples stuck straight out, erect in her aroused state.
Two-Face kissed Sugar hard, probing her mouth with his tongue before running his mouth down over her neck and attacking her breasts. While his mouth worked over one of her nipples, he pinched the other between his fingers roughly, making Spice moan loudly. He moved down, thrusting her legs up off the table, slamming her flat on her back. Two-Face ripped her wet G string from her body and tossed it aside. He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her neatly trimmed pussy. Then he dove in like a man possessed. Two-Face loved the taste of her hot pussy almost as much as he loved fucking it. He used his fingers to spread her lips wide open so that his tongue could explore deep within her wet folds, gobbling her up like a warm slice of cherry pie.
Spice was loving Two-Face's tongue action. He was penetrating her pussy deeply using his tongue like a cock on her, all the while, roughly groping her firm thighs. Once she had been thoroughly licked, Two-Face inserted two fingers into her dripping cunt. Spice moaned loudly, loving his brutal technique. Two-Face lifted her up onto the table, positioning himself between her spread thighs. His swollen head brushed against Spice's dripping pussy lips, causing the brunette vixen to shudder with desire. "Oh God." She moaned. "Fuck me baby. Please ram that prick deep inside of me. Fill me full of cock."
Such words were music to the evil side's ears. Harvey was surprised to find that they fueled his burning lust as well. Taking Spice's thighs in his hands, Two-Face raised them off the table and spread them even wider. He thrust forward, plunging his thick shaft into her red hot slit. Spice groaned lustily, loving the way he was fucking her. No more Mister nice guy to hold him back. His ten inch cock pounded in and out of her, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.
Spice wrapped her long slender legs tightly around his back and pulled him in harder and deeper. His hands clawed roughly at her small firm breasts as they jiggled about wildly. Spice dug her own nails into Two-Face's chest, scratching him like a caged animal. Without warning, Two-Face pulled from her pussy, causing her to moan at the loss. He pulled her off the table, spun her around and bent her over at the waist. Spice's luscious, round ass stuck high in the air roundly as Two-face grabbed her hips and thrust his prick back inside of her. Reaching around with one hand, Two-Face grabbed her tit, squeezing the firm handful of flesh. His other hand was slapping her ass red and raw. Loving every wonderful second of it, Spice was busy rubbing her clit to mach his rapid strokes. With her other hand, Spice reached down and added two fingers to her pussy, filling her even more and stimulating his shaft at the same time. She knew this would drive him right over the edge along with her.
Two-Face grunted wildly as he fucked his favorite vixen. Her fingers rubbing against his cock drove him mad. Past the point of no return, Two-Face simply drove into Spice as hard as he could. Knocking her into the table, his wild pounding sent them both over at the same time.
"Oh Yes!" Screamed Spice. "I'm cumming."
"Shut up slut." Growled Two-Face, slamming her down harder as he climaxed, pumping his load deep into her womb, flooding her innards with spunk. Spice never stopped playing with her pussy as he pumped her full. Her strong cunt muscles milking her man's cock, draining every drop of cum from him. Two-Face collapsed motionless on top of Spice, panting heavily in his post orgasmic state. Never one to stay down for long, Two-Face rose up, pulled his shrinking cock from Spice and said coldly. "Clean it up you slut." Obediently, Spice spun around and knelt before him, licking their collective juices from his long cock, savoring the taste. Two-Face laughed madly. "Batman." He said, picking up Riddler's mind control device. "There is no place you can hide from me now.
II
Back in his apartment, Riddler lay on his bed. He had zapped Sugar with the beam an hour ago and was just waiting for her to get cleaned up and ready.. To heighten his anticipation, Riddler had zapped Sugar, then hurried out of the room, leaving her alone with a dozen or so sexy outfits to choose from. His mind raced wondering just which persona would best represent Sugar's deepest fantasies.
His thoughts were interrupted by the turning of the door knob. Riddler smiled and locked his eyes on the doorway as Sugar came into view. She looked much different than before. Gone was her long white gown and pinned up hair. Now her long, blonde hair fell freely about her shoulders and her face was heavily made up. The outfit she wore was straight off the Modern Hooker rack. A thin, white mini dress that hugged her every curve and showed the outline of her pert, hard nipples. She teetered on five inch stiletto pumps, her hips swaying, her firm breasts bouncing invitingly.
"Ahh my dear." Said Riddler, grinning broadly. "I see you have found some clothes that better suit you, and you new image."
"Image?" She questioned. "Yeah, whatever." Clearly, the beam had found some deep desire in Sugar to be someone else.
She stood at the foot of the bed, swaying her hips slowly. "So," she spat. "where's the money?"
Riddler looked a bit puzzled. "Money?" He asked.
"Honey, and engine like this don't run without gas." She replied.
Riddler chuckled aloud as he began to understand. His beam had found in Harvey Dent's virginal girlfriend Sugar a desire to be a whore, right down to her pay to play attitude. He made a mental note to cure her of that annoying little habit as he pulled a small wad of bills from his nightstand and set it in front of her. "And there is a lot more where that came from my dear. If your performance is as hot as you look." He said.
"Even better." She purred, taking the cash from Riddler and tossing it onto the night table. "Now, why don't you just sit back and enjoy the show lover." She slowly slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting her pert breasts support the garment wholly for a moment before shrugging it off and allowing it to fall to her waist.
Riddler now got an unobstructed view of her perfect, firm tits. They were a handful, no more, no less, with dark pink nipples jutting out towards him, begging to be sucked. The firm orbs sat so high and proud upon her chest, he thought momentarily of the thousands of women in Gotham who had paid money to have breasts half as perfect as hers. With a sleek wiggle of her hips, Sugar pushed the dress down, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her clad in only her heels and a thin white G strong, just barely covering her pussy. She stepped away from her dress, walking slowly to the bed and stood next to Riddler.
He reached out and caressed her smooth, pale thighs. Sugar's flesh was firm and warm, almost too perfect. While he enjoyed the feel of her skin, Sugar busied herself with removing his shoes. Riddler laid back on the bed, watching her body move as she bent over him, unzipping his body suit and slipping it down his body. A startled sigh came from her lips as the suit slid past his hips. Such a tight suit did not allow him to wear anything underneath and as the suit slid down, she saw his growing prick come into view. Even half erect, Sugar couldn't believe the size of it. It was a good nine inches and still growing. Like the man, the stiffening rod was slender and long even as Sugar returned to her task of stripping her man.
By the time she had Riddler naked, Sugar could not help but notice his now fully hard, throbbing cock. It was easily the biggest one she had ever seen. Of course, before Harvey, Sugar had only seen one other, but she always imagined a ten inch hard cock like Harvey's was about as big as they got.
Riddler chuckled at the look of awe on Sugar's beautiful face. He had only been with two women in his whole life, but both of then had shared the blonde's shock when they first laid eyes on his over developed member. "It's fourteen inches long." He said proudly. "Feel free to measure it if you like." Edward had always had an unusually long cock, but since his transformation, it had grown three more inches and had kept first a ruler, and now a tape measure beside his bed at all times to keep track of any further growth.
"I don't think that will be necessary." Sugar purred as she grasped the long member in her soft, warm fingers.
"Are you sure you can take it my dear?" Riddler asked, knowing full well that the virginal Sugar would have run away in terror at the thought of being split in two by his monstrous log. However, so deep was she into her fantasy world, that she truly believed she could handle an elephant's cock and begged for more.
"I think I can manage." She whispered as her lips met his in a gentle kiss. She traced his lips with the tip of her tongue, slowly trailing it over his chin, down his neck and to his nipples. Riddler responded to her techniques by moaning deeply. Sugar was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever been with. As an added bonus, his beam had given his an almost virginal Princess who would soon fuck him like an expert whore.
She sucked his nipples hard as her two hands now began to stroke his long cock. Harvey had pampered this young thing, and her fingers were smooth, soft and delicate. Using techniques she had seen Spice use on their master, Sugar stroked up and down on Riddler's cock while twisting her wrists to give a nice 'wringing out a wet rag' action.
As Sugar lowered her head , again trailing her tongue down his belly and over his hips, Riddler's pelvis was already writhing uncontrollably. He had so much built up sexual tension, that he was certain he would explode at any moment. He felt her soft lips, sticky with the over abundance of lipstick, touch his cock head. Riddler's hips arched up violently, desperate to feel her hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing prick. She backed away coyly and flashed him a wicked grin. "you're in such a hurry lover. Don't worry, you're paid up for the whole night." She cooed. "I'm not stopping until you say so."
She still held his prick in her delicate hands, rubbing the purple head along her lips, smearing it red with lipstick, letting it mix with his now leaking precum. Such a sexy sight, Riddler had only dreamed of. Sugar snaked the tip of her tongue out and licked the glistening drop of clear fluid off his piss slit, causing Riddler to shudder. With a smile on her face, and a gleam in her beautiful eyes, Sugar sucked his long cock into her hot, wet mouth.
Since his transformation, Riddler felt he had more cock than any woman could handle, even one who thought of herself as a highly skilled whore. Still, as he felt his cock head hit the back of Sugar's throat, Riddler couldn't help but be a bit disappointed. A full nine inches remained outside of her heavenly mouth. That simply would not do. He bucked his hips up, almost involuntarily. Sugar choked a bit on the intruding member. She pulled back, contemplating what to do next. Many times, she had seen Spice wolf down Harvey's cock and was determined to out whore that slut.
With renewed vigor, Sugar slid his cock back to her throat, then, taking a deep breath, relaxed the back of her throat and pressed down harder on his cock, forcing it past her tight muscles. Riddler smiled broadly. His beam was the perfect toy to turn all of Gotham's finest citizens into stark raving sex fiends.
Sugar eased his cock onto her throat slowly, feeling the tight muscles stretch and convulse as more and more of his lovely meat found its way into her. She was holding his balls in one hand and had a good ten inches down her throat now. "That is as long as Harvey's." She thought to herself proudly, but she knew there was still work to be done. Riddler was getting antsy, ready to grab her and force the rest down her throat if she did not hurry up about the whole thing. Before he could even complete that thought, Sugar took another deep breath through her nose and strained a bit as all but the very last inch jammed all the way down her throat. By the time she finished, Sugar's lips gripped so tightly near the base of his cock that it felt as if she might pinch it off. Her throat was filled with dick and even Riddler had to let out a little whistle of admiration at her impressive effort.
Before Sugar backed off his cock, she let her throat just feel the heat of his throbbing member. She had not completely swallowed all of the monster prick, but still she had for exceeded most human females. That alone was enough to set her own juices flowing heavily. Pulling back slowly, Sugar could feel her throat gripping Riddler's cock like cunt muscles, bringing a low moan from the prone man.
Sugar repeated her long strokes on Riddler's cock with increased speed, each time coming just short of finishing off his huge monster. When, at last, he could stand no more of her oral assault, Riddler pulled her face away from his cock and smiled into her eyes. "Now let's see how my little whore fucks."
She shuddered in near climax at his words. The deepest fantasy from the farthest reaches of her mind was coming true. "Whore." The word made her want to cum. As she sat trembling, Riddler moved quickly, placing her on her back in the center of the bed, a pillow under her ass to raise her pussy up off the bed. Now, as he knelt between her spread legs, Sugar's hips tilted by the pillow, Riddler was able to place his cock right at the opening of her wet pussy. Rubbing the head along her slit to lube it up, he paid special attention to pressing against her clit, sending the little blonde whore shivering in climax. He smiled at her as he inserted the head of his prick into her still spasming hole. Sugar was hot and almost unbearably tight. Harvey had truly taken it easy on this one. "No more of that treatment little one." Riddler thought aloud, as he slid his long, slim snake into her body, filling Sugar's gripping pussy.
Her hard climax almost had Sugar out of control with lust, but such a deep invasion of her womb quickly brought her back to reality. Riddler's cock felt giant inside of her, but at just over ten inches, it hit bottom, banging against her cervix. Riddler pulled out slowly, savoring the tight, clinging walls of her cunt. Sugar tired to spread her legs wider, disappointed that she could not handle his entire length. Not at all deterred, Riddler drove deep within Sugar, harder this time, bringing a cry form the blonde as he banged against her womb.
If her pussy wasn't deep enough, Riddler didn't show any signs of letting it bother him. He had shifted his weight forward and was pumping in and out of Sugar faster and faster. Although not all of his cock got buried in her, the part that did was absolutely on fire. Her cunt gripped him so tightly, she was the perfect combination of a virginal young thing and an practiced whore.
Sugar could sense the urgency in Riddler's increased strokes. She pulled her thighs back and hooked her heels over his slim shoulders. Now all his weight slammed down onto her prone body. He had forgotten to ease up as his rod pieced her cervix, s ending shards of pain through her cunt. To offset her discomfort, Sugar reached down and rubbed her clit madly. Intense pleasure soon overmatched the pain and the two were moaning together.
"Such a tight little whore." Riddler grunted through clenched teeth. "Take my cock like the slut you are."
"Oh yeah baby. Fuck me deeper. Come on, do it harder." She replied. Sugar was lost in a series of mind rocking orgasms as Riddler finally withdrew his long prick, his own orgasm finally hitting. He shot streams of thick white cream across Sugar's pale skin, streaking her stomach and chest with his juices. As he kept spraying, Sugar used her free hand to continue to stroke his cock, coaxing every last drop of cum from him. The transformation had altered his sperm production as well, as cock size and as the last few drops were milked from the pulsing head of Riddler's cock, Sugar was covered with close to a cup of hot semen.
Exhausted, Riddler leaned back onto his knees panting. Sugar lay on the bed, running her hands over her body, smearing Riddler's hot cum all over stomach and rubbing it into her small tits, and absent mindedly licked her cum coated fingers. She looked, and indeed felt like, the whore she had always fantasized being.
-- continnued in part 5...
BATMAN FOREVER PART 5
The wave of petty crime that had swept over Gotham City had Batman desperate to find out what Two-Face was up to. The sort of cash only robberies that had kept the caped crimefighter and his new partner busy were not standard for an arch villain like Two-Face. That alone might not have triggered Batman's sense of urgency, but the rapid rise of Edward Nigma's Nig Inc. set of bells of alarm like Batman had not felt since Selena Kile has slipped away. Something about the little box he was pushing to the people didn't sit right with the Dark Knight, but he had been so busy with the petty crimes, Batman had not had time to see if his hunches were correct about Edward and his discarded mind control device.
With Robin more or less up to speed on the basic operation of most of the Bat-devices, the caped crusader was actually planning a midnight visit to Nig Inc.'s development center. Somehow, he knew that they were building more than an affordable, mini satellite system for home entertainment. Bruce sat behind his PC going over the building lay out for Nig Inc. He had sent Dick to bed, not wanting his young partner along for this mission. He shook his head in disbelief at the intricacies of the Nig security system. It had gone up so fast. "Where did Edward get all that money?" Bruce pondered, suspecting he knew the answer quite well. Before he could finish his thought, the bright beam of the Batsignal caught Bruce's eye. In a flash, he had forgotten all about Edward Nigma and was off to the Batcave.
The message left with Chief O'Harrah has said for Batman to rush to the offices of Dr. Chase Meridian. The doctor had apparently uncovered some information in the case. As he rushed to the doctor's office, Batman could not help but recall the amazing nights they had spent in each other's arms. Chase was everything Bruce wanted in a woman, and were he not so busy trying to figure out where Two-Face was holed up, he knew that their relationship would have moved to the next level.
Standing silent on the ledge outside her window, Batman watched the doctor going over files by the dim light of her desk lamp. She was strikingly beautiful and the Dark Knight had to pause for a moment to avoid becoming painfully erect in his constraining costume. He made his entrance without a sound, getting halfway across the large office before Chase looked up at him and yet, she was not startled by his appearance. "I'm so glad you could make it." She said dryly, standing and walking around to the front of her desk. "Thank you for coming. Would you like a drink?" Her voice was cool, Bruce recognized it as the same tone Chase used in the bedroom and it threw him a bit to hear her use it on Batman.
"No, thank you Dr. Meridian." He replied. "Your message said you had some information on Two-Face."
Chase leaned back and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing her legs at the ankles, letting the slit in her skirt ride up her thighs seductively. "You are quite focused aren't you Batman? That must not leave you much time for a relationship."
"Dr. Meridian. If you have any information, I would appreciate you sharing it with me. I really don't have time for games."
"Games?" Replied Chase, leaning back on her desk and staring at the Dark Knight. "Who said anything about games. I just thought you might like to relax a little bit, unwind, let yourself go Batman."
"Honestly, Dr. Meridian, I have no interest in wasting time. The next time you fee the urge, I suggest you call one of the local outcall services." Batman was fighting back his anger. Not only was Chase taunting him sexually, but she was cheating on Bruce to fuck the Dark Knight. He turned to leave. "If you come up with anything, leave it with the Commissioner, I will pick it up from him if it is of any use."
"Leaving so soon Batman." Chase mocked. "Hurry back to your young partner. I'm sure he misses you. Maybe that is why you haven't had a woman in so long. Maybe he has changed your mind."
Batman stopped and turned back to say something to Chase, but saw that she was holding a folder in her hand. "Here is the file I put together, it should give you some starting points in finding where Two-Face is. The only question now is whether or not you are man enough to come take it from me."
Tired of her taunting, Batman walked quickly to Chase's desk. She playfully held the folder behind her, forcing the Dark Knight to reach across her body to get it. When he leaned his frame over hers, Chase used her free hand to reach between Batman's legs and squeeze his cock through his costume. That stopped him in his tracks.
"Don't tell me you don't want this Batman." She whispered. "I have studied you for years. I know everything. The rage, the frustration, the sexual inferno." Her voice dropped, almost inaudible. "I know about the whores Batman. The throw away women who can take on all your aggression." Their eyes met and both of them were aware of his cock growing beneath her touch. "I won't break." She whispered.
Batman stepped back as if shocked. "You are dangerously close to opening doors you don't want to open Dr. Meridian. Believe me, you don't want to see."
"Bullshit!" She hissed, sitting straight up, challenging him. "I have needs just as you do. Needs no man can touch. Let it out Batman, unleash your demons on me and we might both be saved."
He was nearly blinded by the rage and pain he felt. Chase was betraying him and didn't even know it. As the anger swelled in him, so did his desire. Batman had long battled his inner demons and needed an outlet for his emotions. When smashing an evil doer in the head did not satiate his needs, he would often find a hardened street whore who could take anything he could dish out. Before him was not one of these women, however, it was Chase, a delicate, beautiful thing, and the woman he loved. Yet, here she was asking Batman to let loose on her, and in so doing she was betraying Bruce Wayne. The confusion paralyzed the Dark Knight.
"I knew it." Spat Chase. "Underneath it all, you're nothing to be afraid of. Powerless, made impotent by your own fear."
"Shut up whore!" Screamed Batman, the fuses in his mind had all blown. There was no turning back and he knew it. Rather than be worried what he might do to the beautiful doctor, the Dark Knight decided he would give her everything she was begging for.
With blinding speed, Batman grabbed Chase in his strong hands and tossed her to the floor. She was startled, but more excited than ever to see the man of her fantasies come to life with passionate fire. For years Chase had tried to satisfy her own desires by hiding them, but she always knew what she needed most was to be taken completely. In the Dark Knight, the esteemed doctor believed she had at last found someone with the inner rage to rip her demons from her forever. As Chase felt his gloved fingers entwine in her long, strawberry blonde hair, she knew, if Batman did not fuck the rape fantasies from her, then she was forever doomed to be haunted by them.
Batman dragged Chase over near her desk where he sat, just as she had earlier, on the edge, staring down at her. "You are going to be very sorry you ever crossed me Chase." He said, removing the protective covering in his costume, exposing his pelvis, Under the costume, Batman wore a full body suit that reminded Chase of the wet suits worn by surfers she watched as a girl back home in Australia. It was as tight as a second skin, and even as she stared, Chase could see the outline of his cock growing beneath the material. Although the Batsuit had been designed to let Batman get to his cock when he needed to, even the simple flap would have taken too long in his overheated state. Using the hidden Batblade, the Dark Knight slashed through the material with incredible dexterity, leaving him with a hole in his costume just large enough for his cock to spring free, the heavy head bobbing in front of Chase as it continued to grow.
As she stared at it admiringly, Chase instinctively licked her lips. Such a tasty piece of meat. Even as her head moved towards the head of his cock, Chase felt strong hands pull her forward. "You want it, you got it. Now suck my cock you stupid slut." Chase felt her lips stretch as his dick invaded her mouth. It was the first time anyone had not waited for her to make the first move in this area. All the nice men she had fucked in her life had all let her take charge, she was entering new territory and already, the doctor could feel her nipples harden like rocks under her blouse.
Batman gripped the side of the desk as he enjoyed the warm wet feel of Chase's mouth. As Bruce Wayne he had felt her wonderful blowjobs, but now he was taking charge. Her mouth was going to please him exactly as he desired no matter what she wanted. She had asked for as much and as Batman's dark urges bubbled to the surface, he knew he was going to give Chase more than she could ever have imagined. Her mouth gripped his shaft tightly as he bucked his hips forward, thrusting more of his still growing shaft past her inviting lips. Batman had never wanted a woman this badly before, and the fact that she was, in fact, or at least in principle, cheating on Bruce only made his desire to pound her into submission with his cock stronger.
Chase could feel his cock turning to steel in her mouth and as it kept growing, her desire to have it in her increased. Already it was as big as Bruce's and was still growing. She could not believe her good fortune, fearing that after all this time, Batman's aggression might be little more than overcompensation for a little pecker. Quite the opposite, the thick, smooth head quickly found the back of her mouth and pushed its way towards her throat. Swallowing cock had been a art Chase mastered long ago, but Batman was leaving her no time to prepare her throat for his invading rod. Instead, his thrusts forced the back of her throat open and Batman could feel every inch of his now nearly hard prick slide past the tight ring of resistance.
As things got tougher, the Dark Knight had returned one hand to the back of Chase's head to make sure she took it all. He had no way of knowing that no amount of pulling could have kept the horny doctor from taking every inch of that magnificent fuckstick into her throat. She knew that when this was over, she would be battered, but not broken, and there was nothing she wanted more than for Batman to know he had found a woman who needed the kind of cruel sexual assault that he had locked inside him.
Chase had told him she wouldn't break, and Batman almost believed her as he felt his dick sliding well into her throat. He knew that as Batman his cock often swelled two inches bigger than as Bruce Wayne, and yet Chase, in all their lovemaking had never taken the full length of his cock in her throat. She struggled to work him deeper until her soft, wet lips gripped tightly around the base of his shaft. Her mouth and throat were wonderfully filled and Chase felt her pussy lubricating itself in anticipation of being equally filled if the Dark Knight would so bless her.
Looking down into her soft green eyes, Batman for a moment felt his heart go weak. This was the woman he loved, the woman he adored as Bruce Wayne, and yet she thought so little of him, that she was willing to be used by Batman in a way only the most jaded street walkers had been willing or able to handle. His feelings for her were strong, but they were not as strong as the desires boiling within his body. Desires to show her just why she was not prepared to deal with all he had to offer. As Chase backed of his cock, Batman reached as if to force her face back, but before he could, she started working her mouth on him in a way that simply froze him in his tracks. The lovely doctor was taking most of him in and then letting his spit slicked dick slip out of her mouth until the head rested just on the tip of her tongue. It was an incredible sensation to feel his cock slip through her tight throat muscles time and time again and to look down at Chase and watch as she teased the tip with her tongue. For most men, this sort of action would have been a dream come true, but the more she did it, the more Batman could see her enjoyment. This drove daggers through his heart, and once again the rage in him flared up.
With a rapid thrust of his hips, Batman reminded Chase who was really in charge, stuffing his cock back in her throat and holding her still. With an evil grin, the Dark Knight reached one of his gloved hands down and groped for Chase's thigh. She shuddered, thinking he was going to give her pussy the relief she craved. Chase was shocked however, as she felt Batman begin to lift her body. With one hand still holding her head against his crotch, the doctor felt her body rise off the ground. Batman was rotating Chase up off the ground, lifting her counterclockwise. She began to struggle as she felt her weight leave the ground, but he was too strong. His hand held her in place and she felt this throbbing cock twist in her throat. Batman did not stop lifting Chase until he had brought her around 180 degrees and her legs flailed wildly. Now, he was able to grab her firmly around the waist and hold her tightly. Her tight skirt fell with gravity and bunched around her hips, leaving her pussy exposed. "No panties?" He questioned aloud. "Expecting someone special." He mocked. The temptation to pull her close and taste her sweet juices was overwhelming, however, Batman resisted, turning instead to face the doctor's desk. He slowly let her body drop, cradling her in his strong arms, until her back rested on her desk and her head hung over the edge. His cock still throbbed in her throat, and now his balls hung down in front of her eyes.
Now her body was spread out before him, open to any exploration he desired. He yearned to take of his gloves so that he could feel her skin beneath his fingers, but even is his enraged and aroused state, survival was too great an instinct for the caped crusader. Instead, he tore open her blouse, sending buttons flying all over the office and exposing her near perfect breasts. The pert, erect nipples did not escape his gaze, and his fingers worked small circles around the hard nubs, bringing a deep moan from Chase. Her throat was still packed tight with his meat and her moaning creating a wild vibration that brought shivers to his spine. As much as he loved the feeling of her moaning, Batman made it clear that her pleasure was the last thing on his mind by clamping down on her nipples and twisting them in his strong grip. This time she moaned in pain and thrust her body up off the desk trying to escape his grip as Batman twisted her nipples mercilessly. She beat her fists against the back of his legs and his ass, trying to get him to let go, but the Dark Knight had found a way to enjoy her vocal vibrations while not letting her forget who was boss.
At last, he let go of her nipples and Chase collapsed on the desk. Her body had begun to sweat from her thrashings and the dim light gleamed off her pale, damp skin. With the same ferocity, he tore away her skirt, leaving Chase in just her heels, which scraped desperately against the desk. Her neatly trimmed pussy was so inviting, Batman had to fight to gain enough control not to just jump on top of the prone doctor and take her right then and there. Instead, he straightened up and reached behind him, groping for the hands the still beat weakly against his back. With ease, he brought her hands around in front of him and held them tightly. "Your pussy is wet Dr. Meridian." He said calmly. "Perhaps you like the way I am treating you. Perhaps you are as big a slut as you are a tease."
Unable to respond verbally, Chase simply moaned against Batman's cock. He wasn't waiting for a response anyway. "Your pussy is wet Chase. I'll bet you want someone to lick your clit don't you." Again, she was unable to respond, but wanted desperately to cry out. "I'm going to let you hands go, but if you don't do exactly what I tell you to, you will be very sorry. Do you understand?" She nodded slightly, moving her head as much as she could. "Good" Replied the Dark Knight. "Now, hold still and spread your legs wide." Chase did as she was told, opening her thighs and letting Batman see that indeed her pussy was well lubricated and more than ready to take anything he had to dish out. Her clit was swollen and poked out from between her lips, begging to be sucked. "Hold open your pussy Chase." He ordered. Even though she could feel her cheeks blush with shame as she did so, Chase reached for her aching pussy, almost beyond caring that Batman was making her play with herself while he raped her. Never mind that she fingered herself to orgasm many times dreaming of the mysterious crime fighter. Now, he was demanding that the well respected doctor finger herself for his amusement, and it embarrassed her. Still, the yearning from her pussy was crying out for relief and at least she could cum.
As Batman watched Chase hold her pussy open, his hips involuntarily thrust forward, driving his cock even deeper into her throat. He could feel her teeth against his balls. "Rub your cunt Chase. Show me what a slut your are. How close you are to cumming from having my cock shoved down your throat." She was more than happy to reach down and touch her burning pussy and not at all surprised to see how wet she had become from his assault. After all, this was the dark figure Chase had long ago placed at the center of her dark sexual desires. He was brutal, uncaring and knew that he controlled her. The confident doctor, so used to being in control, could do nothing to stop this huge cocked beast from using her in any way he chose. That thought alone nearly made Chase climax the second her fingers grazed over her wet lips.
Batman knew that it would not take much stimulation to push Chase over the edge. Her skin had begun to pinken from her thighs up to her breasts. He knew that meant she was close and if he wanted to catch her before she came, he had to be careful. Almost immediately , her delicate fingers slipped into her spread pussy and Chase moaned softly against his member. Her mind was racing, she had never felt such a savage need to orgasm in her life and her fingers worked frantically to that end. Watching her fingers slide in and out of her now dripping hole, Batman marveled at how wet Chase got. Her fingers worked harder than ever as her thumb began to caress her clit. Her slim hips bucked upward in time as the inevitable climax approached. "Stop." He commanded, but as expected, his words fell on deaf ears, Chase kept right on fucking herself, desperate to bring herself some relief.
Timing his assault perfectly, Batman grabbed Chase's nipples and yanked them upward with great force. This brought her chest up off the desk and stopped her fingers as she clenched the air to stop the incredible pain. She shrieked around his cock as her head lifted up, burring her nose in his ass. He released her nipples, and Chase fell limp on the desk, out of breath and panting through her nose as his cock still blocked her mouth. He smiled as even before Chase had caught her breath, her fingers were heading back to her pussy. She was literally beyond rational thought. Still, a quick squeeze of her tender nipples and a slap to her hands stopped the doctor and left her more docile. "When I tell you to stop slut, you better fucking stop. Don't ever forget that I am in charge Chase." He said menacingly.
To help prove his point, Batman reached down, thick fingers encircling his hard cock. Her nose was pressed against the base of his shaft and she was helpless to stop him from squeezing gently, blocking off her only oxygen intake. As Chase realized what was happening, she flailed her arms back against his body. In desperation, she bit down on his cock, trying to make him release her. Although this move caught the caped crusader by surprise, he was quick to retaliate, grabbing her abused nipples and twisting harder than ever. "Keep biting whore and I will rip them right off." His voice was unlike any she had ever heard. Something told her that good or not, at that moment, Batman would make good on his threat if she did not do just as she was told.
Batman let go of her nose long enough for the doctor to catch her breath. "Now whore, you see what I can do. I can strangle you if I want, but what I want right now is to see just how big a fucking slut you are." His fingers closed again around her nose and Chase started beating on his stomach again. "You can hit me all you want Chase, but I am going to cut off your air completely in about two seconds, and I will not let go until you make yourself cum. So, I would suggest you get to work whore." Just moments before, Chase had been dying to cum, but now as she felt her nose close and her mind panic, she was unsure she would be able to climax. Oddly, as visions of her own death raced through her mind, she felt her clit twitch. The idea of smothering on this thick cock had her closer than ever to cumming. Her hands acted involuntarily, spurred on by the burning fire between her legs and her own basic survival instinct. If she was going to live, she had to cum, and do it quickly.
As Chase's fingers returned to her aching pussy, Batman watched with an evil smile. He wanted so badly to rear back and fuck her throat, but knew that to do that, he would let her breathe, and she had this test to pass. If, on the brink of death, Chase could bring herself to climax, then he would let her live for the next phase. If not, then she would die just the way the dirty slut wanted to, stuffed full of cock. As he watched her fingers jabbing noisily in and out of her wet hole, Batman absent mindedly rolled her nipples in his fingers. He was unaware that he was causing her tremendous pain, but was beyond caring. Chase's whole body was working in a desperate rhythm, bucking upwards, as if trying to impale herself on her fist. The pain coming from her throat and breasts were nearly drown out by the intense pleasure she felt finger fucking her pussy and rubbing her swollen clit. However, as climax neared, her body yearned for more air that absolutely would not come. The unbearable build up between her legs was seemingly beyond relief as she felt her head begin to spin for lack of oxygen. Still her fingers worked faster and faster. As her life hung in the balance, Chase could think of only one thing, her need to orgasm. It was the one thing that seemed just out of her grasp. As the doctor resolved herself to her fate, never letting up on her furious finger fucking, help came from an unexpected source. Batman, watching her body twitch and feeling her gasp for air around his cock, was mumbling to himself. "Fucking whore, not quite so self assured now are Doctor Meridian." He was mocking her as he let her die, using her without a care in the world. A familiar twitching deep within her body gave Chase last second hope. Batman continued to talk, now directly to her. "Go ahead Chase, cum or die, I don't care which one. If you die, I'll just fuck your throat and leave you with a nice facial. Maybe then I'll deliver you to the doorstep of Wayne Manor and show your boyfriend what a complete slut you really are." That was it, the mention of Bruce pushed Chase over the edge. She needed to be treated like this, not the way Bruce and so many men in her life had. They adored and worshipped her, when deep down, the sort of thing Batman was doing to her was all Chase really wanted. Her whole body went stiff even as she began to lose consciousness. She felt her clit explode and her pussy spasm, the intense waves expelling her hand from her opening and wracking her body with one all encompassing climax. Batman was not entirely sure as she shook beneath him, if Chase had cum or died, and at that point he didn't really care.
As Chase lay motionless beneath him, Batman stared down at her limp, naked body. His cock throbbed in her right throat and his whole body ached to relieve the tremendous build up in his balls. He stepped slowly away from her body, loving the feel of his thick meat sliding out of her mouth. Chase's head hung off the edge of her desk as the Dark Knight backed away, her long, beautiful hair, limp and dripping with sweat and drool from her ordeal. She was still alive, but just barely. Batman breathed a sigh of relief, not for her, but for himself. It would have been a terrible waste of his hardon to have to finish off with a dead slut.
Quickly, Batman scooped the doctor off her desk and turned her over so that her chest lay flat across it. Using restraints from his Utility Belt, Batman secured her ankles to the legs of the desk. Then he stretched her arms over her head and secured them to the opposite legs so that she was bent over her desk and held down tightly. Her feet her nearly raised off of the ground so that her pussy and ass stuck up invitingly. Batman smiled as he admired his work and the doctor's perfect skin and well rounded buttocks. It was easy to see why Chase was so used to getting her way with men. She truly was nearly perfect.
Wanting her to be awake for the next phase, Batman strolled around in front of her and tossed a glass of water in her face. "Wake up Dr. Meridian, it's time to learn another lesson." He mocked, standing over her and watching the shock in her eyes as she struggled to regain consciousness. She shook her head and spat the water from her lips, gasping for air. Even before she could speak, Batman had shoved something in her mouth. "I found these panties in your desk drawer doctor." He growled. "I guess you were looking for some action this evening." With her panties gagging her mouth, Batman secured the silk garment with her bra, which she had also placed in her desk drawer in anticipation of his arrival. As Batman circled around behind her, he used the bra to hold her gag in place and yanked back on it, using her undergarment as a reign to control Chase's already restricted movements.
"Now." He growled, lifting her chest off the desk. "I am going to finish what I started." He let the tension on her reign go, causing Chase to slam her chest back down, knocking the wind from her. The Dark Knight let loose an evil chuckle as Dr. Meridian sucked desperately for oxygen. In her struggles for air, she was barely aware of the thick head of Batman's cock as he rubbed it along her still wet pussy lips. He waited, head poised just inside her tight hole until she had almost caught her breath before slamming his hips forward with all his might, shoving his thick cock past her lips and deep inside her hot, tight love tunnel. The sudden invasion caused Chase to gasp in desperation. His cock was huge, and in one swift stroke her body was filled with hard, pulsing cock meat. As his hips slammed into her ass, Chase was driven hard down against the desk, again making it hard for her to breathe.
Batman struggled to get every last inch inside of Chase, and smiled triumphantly as his balls rested against her smooth pussy lips. She was incredibly tight and his cock felt as it were being gently squeezed in a hot velvet vice. Pulling out slowly, he watched as Chase's body trembled with each exiting inch. Just before the head of his cock came out, Batman slammed back inside her, shocking the doctor once again, this time, bringing a cry through her gag. As he thrust his shaft inside her, Batman pulled back on Chase's bra, forcing her chest up off the desk, even as his weight pressed her hips into the hard wood. The discomfort was tremendous, but Chase could feel her clit smashed against the edge of the desk, sending waves of pleasure through her tormented body. She groaned deeply as Batman hit bottom with his rod, forcing it behind the limits of her channel. He filled her so completely, Chase could hardly think of anything but his fantastic cock. She nearly cried out as he pulled out, leaving her feeling empty and releasing the pressure on her clit. Her hips involuntarily ground down on the edge, trying to stimulate her clit even as Batman continued to ram his cock in and out of her at an increasing pace, repeatedly slamming her body against the desk under the weight of his strokes.
Batman was unaware of Chase rubbing her clit on the desk, but he could not help but notice how wet her pussy was getting. Although she was still tight, he now was able to slam into her with relative ease thanks to her flowing juices. As he slammed home again and again, he almost laughed thinking of her sitting behind this desk in the morning, counseling people on their "abnormal" desires. Pulling out one final time, Batman muttered to himself. "I'll give you abnormal Chase."
His words had snapped her out of her trance like state, but Chase could not make out what Batman had said. She was too busy trying to figure it out to notice what he was doing until it was too late. The Dark Knight slid his slick head out of Chase's dripping pussy and guided it up slightly, pressing the fat tip against her asshole. Bruce had longed to feel his dick inside Chase's tight ass, but never dared approach the subject with his lovely companion, but now, as Batman, and in a blind rage he was going to take her ass with all he had and make sure she never forgot it. He let her have enough slack in her reigns to see Chase whip her head back to him, her eyes wide open with alarm as his wet cock slipped inside her ass. Even as slick as it was, Batman knew it was going to be a nearly impossible feat to get his thick prick up that tight ass. He yanked back on the reign, forcing Chase's head back around and pushed with all his might. The first three inches of his shaft disappeared inside her ass before he could move no further.
Although Chase had let a handful of lovers take her in the ass, and often used fingers or toys in her butt while she fantasized about Batman, she was unprepared for a battering ram of this size invading her ass. It was clear that the Dark Knight had no intention of showing her any mercy. She had invited this sort of response, and now it was beyond her control. His rod pressed further and further into her ass, stretching it beyond its limits and sending waves of pain and perverse pleasure through her entire body. Her ass was being ripped open and yet, Chase continuously ground her hips on the desk, desperate to cum and let pleasure overtake the pain.
Batman could feel Chase squirming beneath him and mistook her movements as vain attempts to escape his invading member. At about five inches, her ass simply stopped allowing him to penetrate any deeper. Batman let go of the bra that held Chase's head still and spread her cheeks wider with his strong hands. This gave him some room to operate and another three inches of cock slid into Chase's backdoor in one stroke. Still, two inches remained outside her body, and those were the only two that really mattered. Batman was determined that when Chase woke up the next day, it would be with the knowledge, that she had done what the most accommodating whores in the city had failed to do, take his full length in her ass. "Get ready Chase." He said stoically. "Here it comes." With a final thrust, the Dark Knight completely impaled the beautiful doctor on his cock. He cried out in triumph as his crotch touched the smooth skin of her butt. Her body squirmed beneath him, effectively stimulating him even more.
Chase only vaguely heard Batman cry out as he buried himself in her ass. Her mind was reeling in the middle of a massive climax. With her clit now pressed firmly against the sharp edge of the desk and her ass split open and full of cock, her pussy spasmed again and again, in a series of explosive orgasms unlike anything she had ever imagined. All she could do was quake in her bound state, but every muscle in her body quivred...........
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