Scolding of the Bat
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Category:
DC Verse Comics › Batman
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
8
Views:
22,505
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Intrusion
Chapter Six – Intrusion
Batman could see her eyes. The defeat mixing with the tears. It was not enough. Defeat and pain were never enough. Only complete submission would do. It was what he deserved. What he needed. And most importantly, what he desired. Humans were nothing more than advanced animals. Their instincts were the same. The smell of fear they emitted was t he same. And just as intoxicating.
Anticipation was killing her. She could only wait and watch, knowing her fate, and yet not able to fully accept it. Her mind begged for mercy. Her lips quivered in fear. And yet her body, her taut body, begged for something far different. She could feel her own womanhood growing wetter and wetter with each breath he blew on it. And she cursed at herself for allowing it to happen.
Batman watched as her womanhood glistened under the hot lights above. A smirk came to his face as he locked eyes with her. There was not a word that needed to be said. He knew she was reacting. The aroma of her arousal grew pungent in his nostrils. It mingled with her sweat and awoke his own demon, growing larger within his costume. Soon. He would have his prey. But first, she needed to beg for it.
He leaned up, his eyes locked on her delicious mound. Auburn curls graced it’s crown, already beginning to show the wetness of her. Their hue darkened as her arousal drenched them. But that wasn’t good enough. His gauntleted hand reached for her, cupping her pussy tightly, only to hear a gasp escape her lips. Quickly he turned his wrist, his thumb pressing against her growing clit. The sheer force made it throb with every heartbeat. But it freed his fingers to explore her most intimate of places.
His thumb began it’s assault on her clit, pressing and rubbing, watching as the motion spread her lips wider, exposing her dark, moist hole. It was so tight and empty, begging to be filled. He was more than obliged to comply, pressing two gloved fingers deep into her hole, in one fluid thrust.
Batgirl cried out, pain mixing with pleasure. She was his for the taking. And yet her mind wanted nothing more than release. But she quickly realized that it wasn’t a release from the bondage that she wanted. No. Her need of release focused on the growing desires that were burning deep inside her very core.
Batman gave her a split moment to become adjusted to his fingered intruders. Just one. Even though his thick gloves hindered his sensation of her wetness, the sounds were enough to excite him. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first. Allowing them to fall deeper and deeper into her pussy with each forwards thrust. Her muscles began to loosen, to accept his violation. And only then did he add another thick digit to the fold, pressing it quickly into her tightness.
Batgirl screeched as she felt herself being ripped apart by his intrusion. She could only imagine what the scene must have looked like to him. Her exposure for his viewing pleasure. Her modesty thrown out the window. She was being violated by the man she had always looked up to. She had always wanted to be just like Batman. And now, she realized that deep inside of that cape and cowl was truly a monster. One with manly urges. And he was using her to fulfill them.
“Looks like Dick never got the chance to make ya a woman,†Batman said, his voice a growl more animalistic than human. “Pity for him,†he added, knowing that the way her muscles clamped around his fingers like a vice, there was no way in Gotham she could have ever had a nice thick cock inside of her. A smile crossed his lips when the realization hit him. Not only was he going to take Batgirl, he was going to take her virginity as well. It was an unknowing bonus.
But the words stung Batgirl like a bee. Tears streamed down her face. He was right. She had been saving herself for Dick. For when the time was right. And now, this animal…this father figure….was going to take her most intimate possession. How could she ever tell Dick the truth? How could she ever tell anyone? Hatred pushed more tears from her eyes. She had promised not to let him see her cry. She broke that promise, fighting the anger and betrayal that was building up in hordes within her body.
Batman saw the tears come streaming down her cheeks. It was the only answer he needed. Slowly, almost gently he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Looking at his gloved hand, he saw the material soaked with her own juices. He took off the gauntlet, shaking his head a bit. Then….with a quickness, he took the wet glove and shoved it into her mouth, making her taste the own fruits of her arousal. She tried to fight, to push it away. To spit it out. But he was too fast, pushing the material past her tongue and nearly down her throat.
“Now I won’t have to hear you scream,†he said, removing the other gauntlet and tossing it to the ground. He wanted her to feel the touch of his flesh. Uninhibited. His fingers returned to her pussy, prying their way inside. Two at first. Then adding a third. Her hot wetness was amazing, as he felt her arousal begin to drip, past his fingers and onto the table below. His other hand went to work almost as quickly, pressing against her virgin anus.
He used her own dripping wetness to lubricate the puckered hole, pressing barely the tip of his finger into her ass. His eyes locked with hers as she became frantic, her eyes pleading for cessation. Her lips trying to scream out behind the gauntlet. But it was all part of the game. And the more she tried to fight him, the more pleasure he took in his actions.
He put more force onto his finger, sliding it in, deeper into her tight ass. While the lubrication of her pussy felt like heaven against his prying digits, her ass was dry and unbearably tight. For now. The difference in the sensations was amazing. As was her stamina. But slowly he began to move them all in a sickening precision. In and out. Slow at first….as the pace quickened with each thrust.
His fingers worked in a frenzy, thrusting in and out of her. The image was one that he would never forget. Maybe his memory wasn’t the gift that hers was…but the scene would fuel a lifetime of showers for him. The helplessness of her mixed with the growing sensations made him nearly want to rip his costume to shreds and mount her right there and then. But patience was a virtue. Maybe the only one he still possessed right now.
“I think you are ready,†he said, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and her ass. He glanced at the wetness that was coating his fingers and brought them to his nose, taking in a long, hard whiff of her scent of arousal. Then, in a humiliating gesture, he wiped the wetness off of his fingers, right across her flat stomach.
Stepping back he began to strip off his costume, his cock straining against the material, begging for release. His broad, naked and muscular chest was met by the bare flesh of the rest of his body, as he stripped the remainder of his costume off. His hard, thick cock jutted out from his body, standing fully erect in anticipation. Soon he would bury his cock inside of her until she screamed in ecstasy. But for the moment, seeing the fear in her eyes as she gazed as his engorged organ was enough.
Batman could see her eyes. The defeat mixing with the tears. It was not enough. Defeat and pain were never enough. Only complete submission would do. It was what he deserved. What he needed. And most importantly, what he desired. Humans were nothing more than advanced animals. Their instincts were the same. The smell of fear they emitted was t he same. And just as intoxicating.
Anticipation was killing her. She could only wait and watch, knowing her fate, and yet not able to fully accept it. Her mind begged for mercy. Her lips quivered in fear. And yet her body, her taut body, begged for something far different. She could feel her own womanhood growing wetter and wetter with each breath he blew on it. And she cursed at herself for allowing it to happen.
Batman watched as her womanhood glistened under the hot lights above. A smirk came to his face as he locked eyes with her. There was not a word that needed to be said. He knew she was reacting. The aroma of her arousal grew pungent in his nostrils. It mingled with her sweat and awoke his own demon, growing larger within his costume. Soon. He would have his prey. But first, she needed to beg for it.
He leaned up, his eyes locked on her delicious mound. Auburn curls graced it’s crown, already beginning to show the wetness of her. Their hue darkened as her arousal drenched them. But that wasn’t good enough. His gauntleted hand reached for her, cupping her pussy tightly, only to hear a gasp escape her lips. Quickly he turned his wrist, his thumb pressing against her growing clit. The sheer force made it throb with every heartbeat. But it freed his fingers to explore her most intimate of places.
His thumb began it’s assault on her clit, pressing and rubbing, watching as the motion spread her lips wider, exposing her dark, moist hole. It was so tight and empty, begging to be filled. He was more than obliged to comply, pressing two gloved fingers deep into her hole, in one fluid thrust.
Batgirl cried out, pain mixing with pleasure. She was his for the taking. And yet her mind wanted nothing more than release. But she quickly realized that it wasn’t a release from the bondage that she wanted. No. Her need of release focused on the growing desires that were burning deep inside her very core.
Batman gave her a split moment to become adjusted to his fingered intruders. Just one. Even though his thick gloves hindered his sensation of her wetness, the sounds were enough to excite him. He began to move his fingers, slowly at first. Allowing them to fall deeper and deeper into her pussy with each forwards thrust. Her muscles began to loosen, to accept his violation. And only then did he add another thick digit to the fold, pressing it quickly into her tightness.
Batgirl screeched as she felt herself being ripped apart by his intrusion. She could only imagine what the scene must have looked like to him. Her exposure for his viewing pleasure. Her modesty thrown out the window. She was being violated by the man she had always looked up to. She had always wanted to be just like Batman. And now, she realized that deep inside of that cape and cowl was truly a monster. One with manly urges. And he was using her to fulfill them.
“Looks like Dick never got the chance to make ya a woman,†Batman said, his voice a growl more animalistic than human. “Pity for him,†he added, knowing that the way her muscles clamped around his fingers like a vice, there was no way in Gotham she could have ever had a nice thick cock inside of her. A smile crossed his lips when the realization hit him. Not only was he going to take Batgirl, he was going to take her virginity as well. It was an unknowing bonus.
But the words stung Batgirl like a bee. Tears streamed down her face. He was right. She had been saving herself for Dick. For when the time was right. And now, this animal…this father figure….was going to take her most intimate possession. How could she ever tell Dick the truth? How could she ever tell anyone? Hatred pushed more tears from her eyes. She had promised not to let him see her cry. She broke that promise, fighting the anger and betrayal that was building up in hordes within her body.
Batman saw the tears come streaming down her cheeks. It was the only answer he needed. Slowly, almost gently he withdrew his fingers from her pussy. Looking at his gloved hand, he saw the material soaked with her own juices. He took off the gauntlet, shaking his head a bit. Then….with a quickness, he took the wet glove and shoved it into her mouth, making her taste the own fruits of her arousal. She tried to fight, to push it away. To spit it out. But he was too fast, pushing the material past her tongue and nearly down her throat.
“Now I won’t have to hear you scream,†he said, removing the other gauntlet and tossing it to the ground. He wanted her to feel the touch of his flesh. Uninhibited. His fingers returned to her pussy, prying their way inside. Two at first. Then adding a third. Her hot wetness was amazing, as he felt her arousal begin to drip, past his fingers and onto the table below. His other hand went to work almost as quickly, pressing against her virgin anus.
He used her own dripping wetness to lubricate the puckered hole, pressing barely the tip of his finger into her ass. His eyes locked with hers as she became frantic, her eyes pleading for cessation. Her lips trying to scream out behind the gauntlet. But it was all part of the game. And the more she tried to fight him, the more pleasure he took in his actions.
He put more force onto his finger, sliding it in, deeper into her tight ass. While the lubrication of her pussy felt like heaven against his prying digits, her ass was dry and unbearably tight. For now. The difference in the sensations was amazing. As was her stamina. But slowly he began to move them all in a sickening precision. In and out. Slow at first….as the pace quickened with each thrust.
His fingers worked in a frenzy, thrusting in and out of her. The image was one that he would never forget. Maybe his memory wasn’t the gift that hers was…but the scene would fuel a lifetime of showers for him. The helplessness of her mixed with the growing sensations made him nearly want to rip his costume to shreds and mount her right there and then. But patience was a virtue. Maybe the only one he still possessed right now.
“I think you are ready,†he said, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and her ass. He glanced at the wetness that was coating his fingers and brought them to his nose, taking in a long, hard whiff of her scent of arousal. Then, in a humiliating gesture, he wiped the wetness off of his fingers, right across her flat stomach.
Stepping back he began to strip off his costume, his cock straining against the material, begging for release. His broad, naked and muscular chest was met by the bare flesh of the rest of his body, as he stripped the remainder of his costume off. His hard, thick cock jutted out from his body, standing fully erect in anticipation. Soon he would bury his cock inside of her until she screamed in ecstasy. But for the moment, seeing the fear in her eyes as she gazed as his engorged organ was enough.