0 comments/ 4232 views/ 1 favorites Batman By: VoluptuousCara It was hot as a crotch when I stepped into Paddles. I half expected the whole club to stop and stare at me. It had, after all, been a year and a half since I'd been in the place. But no, nothing stopped. The music continued, Doms kept right on spanking subs. Maybe nobody recognized me since Id lost a hundred lbs. Maybe they didn't register it was me now that I'm sober (last time I'd been in here I reeked of bourbon so badly I might as well have marinated in it) but whatever. I was dressed in a Catholic school uniform, y'know, the plaid skirt, white blouse, knee socks, Mary Janes. Tonight could be the night I meet my new Daddy Dom. "You look good enough to eat, darlin'," a burly, Old Guard-looking Leatherman announced, "y'wanna join my sub & me in the playroom?" "No thanks, Daddy, I ain't into couples," I said, "maybe some other time when it's just you, OK?" He nodded. I walked up to the bar and ordered a glass of milk. "Well aren't YOU a pretty little," the bartender said, putting my milk in front of me, "I haven't seen you here before." "Yea you have, Larissa," I told her, "I used to come in here ALL the time. Only I was a hundred pounds heavier and always stinking drunk. Remember me now?" "Holy FUCKING SHIT!" she screamed. "No fucking way, I haven't seen you in the longest. Last time I saw you, you were hooking up with that devastatingly good looking Greek guy-" "Angelo," I nodded, "that relationship ended a year and a half ago. When I quit drinking and went on a massive diet." "Well I knew he was trouble," she nodded, "fucker probably had a wife at home or something." "Yeah," I sipped my milk, "he had a wife alright. And a tendency to violate hard limits. But enough about him. Who all is here tonight?" "Take your pick, sweetie, EVERYBODY is here tonight. Men, women, all kinds of sexy creatures." "Cheers to that," I raised my glass in salute to her, got off the barstool, and prepared to go get a sexy creature of my own. As I strolled around, scoping things and people out, I felt like having a cigarette. Yes, New York City is one of those places where it is illegal to smoke anywhere indoors, but Paddles is one of those places where that particular law is flouted. So I fished a cigarette out of my bag but couldn't find my lighter. Isn't THAT always the way. "Goddamn it," I said to nobody in particular, "ANYBODY GOT A LIGHT? ANYBODY?" From seemingly out of nowhere, a book of matches was shoved in my hand. I didn't see who handed it to me, but when I opened to get a match and light up, I saw that the following two words had been scrawled on the inside in black: BATHROOM NOW! Talk about a cryptic message. I lit up and headed for the toilets. There were no separate men's and ladies' rooms at Paddles, just a communal unisex bathroom with stalls and urinals. The club was packed, so there should have been people in there...Doms peeing on their subs, or watching their subs pee. But it was empty. Or it seemed empty. I went down the row of stalls, checking in each one. Maybe someone had just handed me a matchbook and the message hadn't been meant for me. I was checking the last stall more to be thorough than because I actually thought anyone waited for me by that point when a hand shot out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me into the stall in one fluid movement. Before I knew which end was up, another hand was around my throat, my face was pressed into the wall, and I heard the stall door being locked. "Well look who came back," a familiar voice said as I felt Angelo's hot breath in my ear. I wanted to scream, to shout at him to get the fuck off me. But of course I could do no such thing. Could barely breathe with his hand around my throat. Why did he have to have such big hands, goddamn him. He squeezed my throat harder and I started to think I was done for. Then I thought I heard something fluttering or flapping, or maybe I was starting to black out. Someone or something kicked in the stall door and Angelo's hand was somehow gone from around my throat. Not knowing what the FUCK was going on, I kept my face pressed against that wall. Presently a gravelly voice said, "It's safe now, you can come out." I turned and looked even though every fiber of my being told me not to. And I saw Batman...Or rather a six foot two guy dressed in a pretty good replica of the Batsuit. Angelo was clear on the other side of the room, lying in a heap on the floor."It's all right," the Batman-thing said, holding out a gloved hand "Wh..what ARE YOU?" I asked, my eyes wide. "I'm Batman," he said. I ignored his hand and stepped out of the stall. "No, really, Mister, what are you?" He didn't answer. "All right fine, you're Batman. I guess that makes me Catwoman." I laughed. "Don't be absurd," he growled. "What," I said, "I can't be Catwoman?" "Catwoman could've kicked that joker's ass without my help." "You've got me there," I said, "I'm not Catwoman." I heard someone coming towards the bathroom. "People are coming," he said, "quick, we have to go out the window." "Wait...what?" But before I could say another word, the man was boosting me up on his shoulders and out the bathroom window. Once we were out, and in the alley BEHIND Paddles (which, I assure you, is sooo not a sexy place to be) I said, "Well, anyway, "Thank you for being in the right place in the right time." "No thanks necessary. It's my job." "Your job?" "I keep Gotham safe." "Right. Because you're Batman." I rolled my eyes. "Y'know, a lot of people refer to New York as Gotham. People were doing that even before the Batman movies came out." "Why is it so hard for you to believe I'm Batman?" "If you ARE Batman," I sighed, "where's your Batmobile?" He grabbed me by the hand, muttered something about "Everybody wants to see the car," led me down the alley and around a corner. And parked there was the Batmobile. Not a black Lamborghini, but the actual Batmobile. "Fuck," I said, "you really are Batman." And then everything got unbalanced. I didn't feel so much that I was falling down as that the sidewalk came up to meet me. I woke, or rather, I came to, on a pallet in a place I'd never been before. I was alone, covered by a blanket. I took a look at my surroundings. The room, if you can call it a room, was rough, unfinished. Maybe a basement. The walls, the ceiling, it was all concrete. What the fuck was this place. I peeked under the blanket to see my schoolgirl plaid skirt and white blouse were gone, they'd been replaced with a man's blue button down shirt. What. The. FUCK!!!!!!! Frantically, I attempted to recall the events that led up to my waking up here, wherever here was. I remembered going to Paddles, having a glass of milk at the bar and chatting with Larissa. Larissa was a professional though, and would NEVER put something in my drink though. And I'm SOBER, have been for a year and a half, so it wasn't like I'd been sipping from a flask and blacked out to wake up in a strange place. No, in the bad old days when that had happened (and it had, admittedly) I'd never been surprised about it, just ashamed. THINK, I told myself. After I left Larissa, I wanted to smoke, but didn't have a light. Someone had handed me a matchbook with BATHROOM NOW!!!! scrawled inside. Yes, that's what had happened. I'd gone to the bathroom to see who passed me the note, and met up with my ex-bastard, Angelo, who choked me for my trouble. Then some crazy guy dressed as Batman kicked in the stall door and threw Angelo a beating and... And that's when I realized what must've happened, and when I did, my mouth opened and my lungs gave birth to a scream that shook the very earth. "Oh, good," a gravelly voice said as the Batman approached the bed, "you're awake. I was starting to think you'd sleep for ever." "Yeah, I'm awake," I attempted to sit up, but found that my wrists were handcuffed to the bed posts, "and why the FUCK am I cuffed to the bed? WHO ARE YOU?!" "I told you last night, I'm Batman. And I cuffed you to the bed because you were thrashing around and calling out in your sleep. I didn't want you to hurt yourself." "Uncuff me, goddamn you." "Ask nicely." Well, you know me...I wanted to smart off at him, but I considered my position, and smarting off was probably a very bad idea. So I said, "Would you please be so good as to uncuff me? I'd like to sit up now." Without a word, he removed a key from his utility belt and uncuffed my right hand first, then the left. "Thank you," I said, sitting up. "You're welcome," came the growl of an answer. "And if you wouldn't mind, I'd also like to know where I am and what you've done with my clothes." "I brought you here after you fainted last night," he said, "and I removed your clothes after you urinated on yourself." "How do I know you didn't molest me while I was unconscious?" I asked indignantly. "Maybe I did," came the answer, "I mean, we both know you were no virgin when you went into Paddles last night, and you've been unconscious a long time, so-" "I wasn't a virgin when you found me, so that makes me fair game...You sick fuck, you-" I was going to tell the Batty bastard off some more, but interrupted me by giving me the back of his big right hand full across my face. "That's not what I meant," he said, as I sat there, shocked that he FUCKING HIT ME, "I meant, you weren't a virgin last night, and you took a rather long winter's nap, so you have no real way of knowing whether or not I had relations with you while you were asleep. It is absolutely not 'fair game' as you put it. It never is, never will be. Understand?" "Yes, I understand, and I'm sorry if I implied that you're the sort of man who would..." "I'm sorry I hit you." "I've been hit before," I said. "I won't die." "You never should've been in that club," he continued, "place like that is no place for a nice girl." "Yeah, see, that's just it. I'm NOT a nice girl. You think if I was a nice girl you would've found me in a public toilet with some guy's hand around my throat? Think men just hang 'round waiting to choke the shit out of nice girls? Well they don't." "Whatever your history with that man, I assure you he won't be bothering you, or anyone else, ever again." "And I assure you, Sir, I'm not a nice girl. I've done ugly things, I have made mistakes." "You can put all that behind you," he insisted, "and go on to be a nice girl." "You seem oddly sure of that for someone who just met me last night. But whatever, what you're oddly sure of is your own business. I'll just show myself out and we can both of us forget any of this ever happened." "You're not going anywhere," he growled, "you're going to stay right here and I'm going to make you a nice girl." "What?" "You heard me, Missy," he growled. "And your training begins now. Stand up." "The hell I will," I snorted, "you're not the boss of me. You're just some guy who lives in his parents' unfinished basement from the looks of it. And you wear a mask," I laughed, "you won't even show your face." At that, he delivered another sharp, stinging slap, this one right across my mouth. "Let's try this again," he said, "Get up." Dazed, I stood up, my bare feet feeling cold against the concrete floor. "Good," he said, "and again, I'm sorry I had to hit you. Believe me, I take no joy in it, but it seems to be the only thing you respond to." "Well I'm up, Mister Man. How exactly do you propose to train me to be a nice girl?" "You've got quite a mouth on you. That's the first thing we're going to work on." He pulled a clothespin, a regular, run of the mill clothes pin, off his utility belt. "A clothespin," I roared with laughter, "is the big, bad Batman gonna hang his laundry out to dry?" He advanced towards me and gripped my jaw with his left hand, while holding the clothespin in his right. "Stick out your tongue, Missy," he commanded. So I stuck out my tongue, in a childish 'I fucking hate you' gesture, and he promptly clamped the clothespin down on the tip of my tongue. MOTHERFUCKER!!!!!!!! That hurt. And I hadn't been expecting the clothespin to be used that way. My eyes watered, my entire body shook. Was I in actual shock???? After what felt like an eternity, he removed the clothespin and said, "Now, I want you to consider your words carefully, Missy. If you cannot or will not speak nicely-" he gestured with the clothespin. "Understand?" I nodded. "Show me your tongue." I shook my head no. I wasn't sticking my tongue out for the clothespin AGAIN. "Not for the clothespin, I just want to make sure it didn't break the skin." Reluctantly, I stuck my tongue out again. He looked at it and took me by the hand, led me to a table and chairs. He sat me down in one of the chairs and then reached into the fridge, the freezer, for an ice cube. "Give me your tongue," he said rather than growled this time. So I gave my tongue again, and let him use the ice cube to put out the fire he'd only moments ago created with the clothespin. "You need to choose your words carefully, make an effort to speak nicely," he said, "so this doesn't happen again." "I'll try and do better," I said, as soon as I regained feeling in my tongue. "A willingness to work at it and improve is a good first step." "Why are you doing this?" "Doing what?" "ANY of this...why'd you pick me out of everybody else at the club, why'd you bring me back here, why are you training me to be 'a nice girl'? There's four million women in this city, you know." "But there's only one of you." "What if I'm not worth it?" "Stand up," he growled again. I didn't wait to be slapped this time, I knew well enough to get up. He led me back to the bed. "Take the shirt off," he directed, "and don't be modest, "I undressed you last night, I already saw everything." I unbuttoned the shirt, took it off, dropped it at my feet, and stood there naked. "Face away from me," came the next order. I faced away from him and waited for what was to come next. I had to wait a good minute or two, but eventually I felt his left hand on my left shoulder and I heard him say, "OK, Missy, I've got a cat o'nine in my right hand, and what's going to happen now is I'm going to strike you across the buttocks with it. And each time I strike you, you are to shout out 'I AM WORTHY OF HAVING BEEN SELECTED BY YOU, SIR', do you understand?" "Yes, I understand." "Good girl." WIth that, he swung the cat o'nine and struck me across the buttocks. I shouted out, "I AM WORTHY OF HAVING BEEN SELECTED BY YOU, SIR". He swung the cat o'nine fourteen additional times, and I shouted out the same thing each and every time. When he finished, he removed his left hand from my left shoulder, and I fell face first onto the bed, sobbing quietly. The next thing I felt was him rubbing soothing lotion on my ass. He didn't tell me to stop crying, or anything like that. He just rubbed lotion on my ass, and covered me with the blanket. "You should rest," he announced. "Stay with me," I begged like a helpless child, and in that moment, I felt like a helpless child. I'd felt like that many times before, but I usually ignored that feeling, or shoved it aside and pretended I didn't HAVE feelings. Now I was letting myself feel every inch of that helplessness. And it was terrifying. But he stayed. The creature in the replica of the Batsuit pulled back the covers and climbed in the bed with me, latex outfit and all. He held me like I was the edge of a cliff and he didn't want to go over. I slept again, while he held me. Only this time, I didn't wake up scared because I was in a strange place. I woke up to him whispering in my ear, "I wanna make love with you, Missy. Turn over, on your hands and knees." I didn't ask to see his face, I just got on all fours...I LOVED that position anyway. It sounded like...sausage being removed from a latex glove, that's an odd sound, I know, but that's what it sounded like for a minute, and then he entered me. And he was magnificent. Gripping my breast with one hand and flicking the nipple, he simultaneously thrust his thickness into me deeper and harder each time. "Ohhhhhhhhh my god," I moaned, "ohhhhhhhhh yes." He made some sort of a guttural noise that I didn't recognize as an actual WORD and just kept thrusting. And just when I thought he was about to come, he flipped me over into a spread eagle position and started doing me from the front. This guy was a goddamn machine. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmygod ohhhhhhhhhhhmygod ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes, YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!" I could not believe that I was actually having EPIC sex with a man who thought he was Batman. Or maybe he really IS Batman. Whatever, I was having EPIC sex. Did it matter who the man was or wasn't. Anyway, this morning I awoke feeling sated. I licked my lips like the cat that swallowed the canary, called out, "SIR, I AM WORTHY OF HAVING BEEN SELECTED BY YOU!" but nobody answered me. I felt the bed next to me, but it was empty. I sat up and realized I was in my own goddamn bedroom at home. Had the Batman and his subterranean Gothic playroom all been a dream? I stood up and went to the full-length mirror. Well, if it had been a dream, it had been a pretty fucking vivid one, because there, across my buttocks, were the marks of the cat o'nine. Batman & Catwoman Catwoman had been eagerly waiting for her opportunity for another moment alone with Batman. The shots fired by Commissioner Gordon's men had stunned him, and knocked him down. He lay flat on his back, stiffly on the rooftop. Silent as she usually was she made her way over to him. Stepping on his arm lightly, she then knelt on his chest, crossing her arms over his neck. His eyes were so dark under the mask, and she felt his suit against her long legs, clad only in the vinyl. She purred, "You're catnip to a girl like me. Handsome...dazed...and to die for." Batman turned his head to look just beyond her, and she turned her head as well. As part of the Christmas spirit, some enterprising Gotham citizen had hung mistletoe on one of the wires crisscrossing over their heads. He spoke for the first time tonight, in the gravelly voice that sent shivers up her spine. "Mistletoe can be deadly if you eat it." She immediately retorted him back. "But a kiss can be deadly...if you mean it." And so saying, she opened her mouth wide and licked all the way from his chin, across his lips, to the lower point of his mask. As she pulled away, he almost followed her to kiss her again, then stopped himself. He licked his lips. She could tell he was affected deeply. She spoke up again. "You're the second man who killed me this week. But I've still got seven lives left." "I tried to save you-" She interrupted him. "It seems like every woman you try to save ends up dead. Or deeply resentful. Maybe you should retire." She sat up in her slow, sensual way. Suddenly she stabbed him with one of her claws. He slapped her hand away and easily threw her into the bushes. With evident irritation he pulled her claw out of his armor, and threw it at her, then turned and stalked to the edge of the building. She rolled to her feet with her easy grace, and bounded ahead of him, halting him at the edge. "Leaving so soon?" she purred. She put her hands on his shoulders and quick as lightning wound her legs around his waist, and pressed her lips to his. He had no time to stop her and truthfully didn't seem that inclined to, and suddenly his tongue was in her mouth and she forgot to think or wonder. The thrill that ran through her body was echoed in his. There was no grace and no romance in their kiss, just the pure lust that had been building between them. His tongue dove deep into her mouth, and his arms wrapped tightly around her. She nipped his lip, hard enough to draw blood, and growled into his mouth. Roughly they fell to the ground together, her legs twining around him. She heard the thud of his armor as it hit the ground, and suddenly she was angry again and threw him off. She rolled into a crouch. "Do you think I'm that easy, Batman?" she hissed. Instead of answering, he caught her hand as she swung at him again and pulled her close to his chest, wrapping the arm he was gripping high up behind her back almost enough to hurt. He covered her mouth with his and she gasped as he felt his gloved hand sliding up her belly and slipping into one of the gaps of her suit. Batman gripped tightly, and yanked, and several stitches popped open. His hand slid inside, and suddenly she felt the cool glove rubbing against her bare skin. He let go her hand and guided it to his shirt. She pulled roughly, and ripped his soft dark gray shirt open, and then off. Her hands dropped to his waist, and she slipped both hands inside and gripped Batman's cock. It was hard as a rock, and quite heavy...she wrapped both her hands around it. He groaned, wincing a little as her claws occasionally rubbed against his skin. Irritated with the barrier, she dug instead into his pants and tore them wide open. He grunted. "Neither you nor I are going to have anything left to wear after this." He was meanwhile pulling at her suit, ripping the stitches wide open, until her whole chest was exposed to him. He dove his head down to her neck, biting, not gently, and continued down...she gripped the ears on his cowl as his mouth closed over one nipple and she felt his teeth. She heard him groan into her chest, "You're human enough." She felt him doing something, and suddenly she felt her suit being pulled open even more and fresh air on her thighs. And then she felt his bare hand snake between her legs. So that's what he'd been doing...removing his gloves. She only had time for the one thought, though, as his fingers found her sex. His fingers combed through her thick bush, soft as one of her cats. She was already wet from his mouth on her nipples, and as he bit her again his fingers penetrated her wetness . Without preamble he shoved two fingers into her. She yowled loudly, as he began to rhythmically finger-fuck her. His fingers were large and filled her completely. His mouth came back up to hers and covered it again. To her astonishment he pressed yet another finger against her and then forced that one into her. Her cries had dropped to little mewlings as she rocked in his arms. His rough, calloused thumb found her clitoris and began rubbing against it in slow, maddening circles. Each circle took her higher and higher, and she began scratching and scrabbling at him. She felt totally lost, and barely knew what was happening to her. Suddenly his head dropped even lower, and she felt his mouth press against her most private area. Her catsuit was almost completely gone, except for her mask. She felt his tongue open her, and slide inside of her. And the next thing she felt was his mask pressing against her mound, and for some reason that drove her right over the edge. She came into his mouth, hard and powerful. Her nails dug into his bare back, drawing blood, as her entire body spasmed. She felt his tongue lashing around her insides, drawing forth her sweet Suddenly he pulled away from her. She moaned in disappointment, but was too weak to protest more. Underneath the pants he was wearing a thin pair of cotton shorts. They were easy enough for him to slip out of, and as both her hands flew back to his cock she felt a glistening drop of precum at the tip of it. Satiated for the moment, she let one of her claws scratch across his belly, and when he flinched, kicked him so he landed on his back. He was still wearing his cloak, and it billowed all around him. Before he had a chance to react other than grunt, she had pounced on his thighs, and taken his cock back into her hands. She lowered her head, and slid her mouth onto him. He was huge, and she could barely fit him in her tiny cat-mouth. She licked his head completely, with long, languid strokes. She felt him spasm and dug a nail very lightly into the base of his cock. Then she stroked her nails across his balls, and felt him go very still. "Are you frightened of me, Batman? Because...you should be." She licked the entire length of his cock from base to tip, and when she reached the head she pushed maybe four inches into her eager and willing mouth. He couldn't hold back any longer and bucked up underneath her, thrusting his cock even deeper into her mouth. She whimpered, and tears sprang to her eyes. Through a haze she heard his voice. "I want to fuck you." His hands gripped her head and lifted her head off his cock, surprisingly gently. Before she had time to think what this meant, he had pushed her onto her back and was climbing on top of her. She looked up into his eyes, mask to mask, her vivid blue eyes to his steely gray ones, and she felt a rush of fresh desire spill through her. Hadn't she fantasized about this, even as Selina Kyle? And wasn't dreams of this what she fell asleep to every night in her lonely bed, surrounded only by her cats? Her ruminations were interrupted by Batman pressing himself first against her, then pushing in. Her folds opened wide to take in this intruder. She whimpered as he slid in, and then kept filling her and filling her...she thought it would never end when finally his hips came to rest against hers. Her eyes were open wide, looking up at his, as he began to slowly rock in and out of her. Batman picked up speed, and continued burying his cock to the utmost limit inside of her. His mouth covered hers and their arms wrapped around each other as he began truly slamming into her, brutally and without mercy. Each time he slammed fully into her he stopped to grind his cock even deeper. She pushed her hands underneath his cloak, which was still billowing around them, and dug her fingernails into his back, leaving long, bloody scratches in his skin. He grunted, and began thrusting with uncontrolled passion. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and she felt herself beginning to come again. Th stars were a blur as Batman fucked her, long and deep. She held on to him for dear life for he was unmerciful in his passion, and her leather catsuit wasn't much padding for how hard he was banging her ass against the cold concrete. "Meow!" she cried out in his ear as yet another orgasm hit her. She bit his ear hard enough to draw blood, and at that he thrust forward and began to come as well. Wave after wave came, filling her cunt with his juices. Above her she heard him cry out, no longer in his gravelly voice but in his real voice, the voice behind the cape. Batman dropped back down on top of her, and for a few moments there was no sound other than his panting. Slowly he withdrew his long, thick cock from her. As he did, she sat up, and grabbed it in her hands and fed it hungrily into her mouth. She sucked it clean, wiping off every bit of come and tasting her own juices in her mouth. Very quickly he began to stiffen again. She sucked him down as far as she could, pumping the rest of him with her hands. His hands roamed over her mask...the kitty ears...down to her breasts, squeezing them and mauling them. She felt him groan and tighten, and she popped his cock out of her mouth just as he came. The first spray hit her full in the face, splashing across her mask and nose, and a significant portion went into her mouth. She aimed him lower, and the next spurt went across her breasts and belly. He continued pumping, sliding against her hands, until he was drained and leaned on her heavily. She looked up at him, licking the cum off her lips like a kitty, and purred, "Yummy." His lips curved ever so slightly in a smile, and suddenly he flung his cloak over her head, blinding her temporarily. She felt it sliding away, and when she opened her eyes again he was gone and the thick, sticky feeling on her face and between her legs was the only sign he'd ever been there.