2 comments/ 31586 views/ 4 favorites Bad Little Bat Ch. 02 By: odderotica Fake tits and bleached blond hair flipped and flopped wildly on the stage. Tiffany was a new dancer, fresh off the street, yet here she was dancing in the Pimp Room. The Pimp Room was the place to dance in Gotham. Of course, all the dancers were working girls as well Oswald saw to that. Each and every girl was a tried and true slut, and every man a pervert or a criminal. Mr. Hot Shit sat at a table in the back and eyed the fresh meat on stage. She danced clumsily, but with enthusiasm. Her breasts fell like ripe cantaloupes into large pink nipples and her bush was trimmed gold, framed with a simple runic tattoo and her legs were impossibly long. As she jiggled her unnatural assets the clients began pricing her out. On man came over with 30 dollars and she smoothed him in her ample cleavage as he felt up her ass. She only pushed him away as he pressed his finger into her naked, puckered asshole. A man in a suit came up and threw a hundred dollar bill on the stage, the she took his hand and sucked two fingers into her mouth, licking them till they shone with spit, then guiding them to her wet pussy lips. She ground her hips into his hand as he licked and bit at her breasts. He pulled out two more fifties and she thrust her hand down his slacks and began to jack him off as he finger fucked her. She moaned loudly to the beat of the music as he came in his 300 dollar pants and 100 dollar silk boxers. She crawled on all fours across the stage to suck on a cock that a brawny thug had pulled out of his working class jeans, and then pulled the money from his hand after he came prematurely. His buddies were laughing at him as he sat down. Tiffany stood up and licked his cum off her lips, eyeing the crowd. It was a big crowd tonight. 50 men at least to every girl. Tiffany was very selective about her choice of men on the floor, and she was not shy about it. She was after more than money. Her target was an elderly gentleman who was getting his limp cock fondled by a raven haired beauty. He was rich and well connected, but clearly he had some problems. Normally it's unheard of for a dancer to steal a client like this, but Tiffany walked right over and whispered into his ear. "For three grand, I'll make you cum in five minutes, or I'll be your slave." As she said this she traced her hands along his shoulders and neck. She smelled powerfully of musk and sex and sweet sweat. Looking at the raven haired lady, she held up the $500 she had made on stage and waved it at her. She looked her dead in her brown eyes, placed her free hand on the back of her head and said "Suck this man's cock for money you dirty little whore" "Tony" the man called to a goon "Time me five minutes, I'm gonna get a new girl." The men all laughed. The dirty slut started slurping on the limp cock as Tiffany rubbed her finger on the back of his neck. He felt warm all over as she pressed her thumb softly on his thigh. Then she bit the lobe of his ear. He nearly jumped because she bit down hard, but just as she did his cock woke up and finally realized it was being sucked. He sat back and enjoyed the warm feeling. It had been quite a while since his last errection, let alone his last blowjob. But he was older, and quite experienced, and the dark haired slut sucked like the blond danced, enthusiasm, but no talent, no skill. He held out four minutes easy, and smiled at his fortune. Tiffany would soon be his to do with as he pleased; he wondered why she had made such a silly bet. She must have thought he would climax instantly, as that poor sap had. But this lady was not silly, and she had a plan. Her massively cosmetically altered breasts slid past his face. He was suddenly eye to cunt with Tiffany. She pulled the other girl of his hard, wet cock and took it in her hand. With practiced ease she rubbed it and squeezed it in all the right ways, licking down the shaft twice before sucking the head into her lips. The she drew her own hand up and spread her pussy lips wide. Her middle finger, long and slender pierced her pink hole and her womanly juices dripped out like golden honey. The man grew very aroused, his men looked nervous. Tiffany's long legs then wrapped in a rope dangling from the ceiling and with only 30 seconds left she pulled his entire cock in chin deep, his balls slapping her face. She bit down firmly and as he winched in pleasure and pain her wet finger slide unnoticed up his tight, brown sphincter. If he felt the pressure on his prostate he made no mention. She licked and slurped with an unsurpassed lustful skill. He held out as his cock was played like a fine instrument. With 10 seconds left he shot load after salty load on her heavily makeup laden faces and down her hungry throat. The old man's head rolled back in delight and exhaustion. He hadn't come like that in years, if ever. Clearly, dancing was not her thing, cock was. She walked away with three thousand in cash. More importantly, she had picked his pockets clean and made a copy of his PDA, phone records and digital copies of his keys. There is no end what you can get out of a distracted man in four minutes. Others dancers looked at her in nervous awe as she slinked backstage, pausing to rub a man here and there, or to wink at customers. Two ladies in schoolgirl outfits backed away from her quickly when she entered the dressing area. The sign on the door said "Dancers Only" and it smelled of incense and makeup. Inside sat several very scared looking women, one very unconscious bouncer, and Tiffany, buck naked and comically bound and gagger in thick black silk rope and a bright yellow gag and blindfold. The young woman with the large, fake breasts looked at the scene. She pulled of her bleached blond wig and shook out her fine long red hair. Casually she dropped the money she had lifted from the old man at the feet of the strippers. "Split that up amongst yourselves, ok." The women did not move as the thin red head pulled off her breast plate, the massive bed pillows falling down limply as her own pert breasts sprung out firm in the cool air of the room. She pulled off the cum strained latex face popped out the color contacts., hiding all of this in a black leather backpack, the placed her cowl back over her head and pulled on her calf high yellow custom boots and gloves. Then she calmly jumped out the seventh story window. It took nearly an hour to get to one of her hidden places, decode the pda files and work out the map and codes to the private villa. She cut herself a set of his keys, downloaded the map and codes to her portable bat computer, and went downstairs to power up her Bat Bike. Batgirl put on her safety gear and entered the ignition codes, the powerful diesel engine roared to life as she tested the throttle, brakes, batteries and options. All six spike launchers were loaded with grapples; the smoke/oil dispensers were full, as was the back up medical/fire kit and small weapons cache of battarangs and blow darts. Her pussy tingled in anticipation of her plan as the engine pulsed strongly beneath her. Her tight leather bike suit covered her head to toe as she revved the bike to full power and launched herself onto the roads of Gotham. Interlude Mr. Hot shit and his gang left before Tiffany was finally untied and cried bat. In the confusion calls were made to warn Mr. Hot Shit, but none got thru, all his contact numbers now went straight to the 4th precinct’s special crimes desk. End interlude Barbra Gordon broke every traffic law in Gotham city that night, and even more as she jumped her bike from roof to rooftop, sailing by traffic and down alley ways. She flew across the Gotham Bridge to the suburbs across the river. She shut down the engine and went into stealth mode as she glided down the long driveway. Mr. Hot Shit was at least 45 minutes behind her as she hid the bike. She carefully disabled a sensor that would trigger the dogs, and scaled the back fence. She ran inside quickly to disable and bind the three armed men guarding the house. Silently she stalked upstairs and found the housekeepers room. She gassed the sleeping immigrant and hid her in a closet for safety, then found the butler. Barbra always had a thing for butlers. This one was a man in his mid forties dressed in a well tailored suit. He was pouring drinks for Mr. Hot Shit and his men when Barbra stepped in beside him and spoke for the first time. "So tell me, what does your Boss do to earn such wealth?" The butler was stunned, he was sure he was alone! No dogs had cried out, no alarms rung, but he turned and there she was, the Bat Girl. He dropped the bottle as Barbra caught it and stood up in a fluid motion. She sniffed lightly. "A good single malt, 50 years old at least, tell me what does he do?" "He's in investments" he stammered, insincerely "he works very hard." "Really now?”Batgirl smiled at him and pressed her tight body against his, the hot leather rubbing his slacks as all color left his face. "But you don't believe that, do you?" "Yes I...no, no I don’t. Vie seen too many guns and drugs, but honestly, I don’t know any details, nothing I could go to the police with. He's very smart you know." "I know that, but I've got him solid, now I only need a little help to nail him, and his gang. Can you help me?" With that batgirl look at him with big, helpless childlike eyes and his heart melted and his cock got stiff. She noticed it and rubbed her leg against his hard on. "Mmm nice, help me out here" she dropped a bit of clear liquid into the liquor” and later I’ll take care of that." Then she kissed him sweetly on the lips and snuck back into the shadows behind the liquor cabinet and the curtains. Just as he lost sight of her, the lights came on as Mr. Hot Shit pulled up in front, his dogs barked with alarm as they always did and the six men strode inside, laughing heartily at Mr. Hot Shit's good night. They came in and shook the night chill form their coats then came into the den to have drinks. The butler nervously handed one to each man in turn as they sat in large chairs and sipped confidently. Barbra smiled, her plan was going perfectly. To be continued..... Bad Little Bat Ch. 03 Batgirl stood surrounded by men. The men were armed and dangerous; each suit hid a gun, every boot a dagger. She knew the men very well of course. This was an old style mafia family, now lead by a Mr. HotShit and his band of cousins and brothers and sons. She was the only girl in the room. Most of the men stood slowly, in a stoned daze, for they had drank to heavily off the liquor she had drugged. A sly smile flickered across her lips as the first on pulled his gun and clumsily waved it at her blurred image. With a giggle she simply reached out and grasped his arm firmly at the wrist. Pulling it up and away from him as her long leg stuck out at his thigh. Within a minute, that gun and all the others that had come out to play were safely in a locked bulletproof bag she had brought, and stashed away in a dark corner of the room. All the other guns in the house were already disabled, as were the phones and the security systems. Barbra Gordon had done her homework. She knew for example that of the fifteen men in the room, four were gay. So those four were knocked out cold and bound efficiently before she took care of the others. She knew most of the rest were married; Mr. Hotshit was one of the only ones without a wife. That's what made her plan so perfect. Mr. Hotshit had been expanding of late. From one neighborhood to the next and his most profitable enterprise was his drug ring. Now batgirl had no real problem his drugs in general. Many of her informants were paid in heroin or weed, and she had smoked a bit herself when she felt she wanted to. But Mr. Hotshit had crossed a big line when he sold poison cut with more poison. Two hookers had died on East Street thinking they had found a cheap source. She had come across the bodies and knew immediately what had happened. She went straight to her best source on Mr. Hotshit and pumped him dry. Then she put on a disguise and stole Mr. Hotshit's keys, delaying him for just enough to make it to his house and set up her plan. Now disarmed and knocked around, his boys sat in an amazed stupor as she tied Mr. HotShit tightly to his chair. He pulled him into the corner and set a spotlight over him, bathing the room in bright soft white light, casting away the darkness. His men blinked, confused and stumbled to their feet. Babra Gordon, the Batgirl now stood in front of the spotlight and the men saw her in clear relief. Her ever so petite figure blocked little of the light, but it gave the men the first impression that something was very different about this bat. As she approached, they noticed that the white bat symbol on her chest was actually bare flesh! It was a place where the black leather gave way to lace, then to smooth white skin. Her nipples stood proudly, little pink dots on the tips of her firm breasts. She put here gloved hand up to her red lips and traced her fingers down the side of her face, tracing her long neck, pausing seductively to play with her nipple as she went down; the men's eyes in a drugged daze following her every motion. Her waist was covered in the same black leather but it parted ways just before her belly button, the gap widening till the men realized that Batgirl's crotch was not covered! Many jaws dropped open; most criminals who had been captured by the batgirl had wondered once or twice what it might be like to bed her, what secrets that full body costume hid from their lusty eyes. She gave them a moment to gawk, and then she spoke in hushed seductive tones. "So, who here wants to be beaten within an inch of his life and hauled off to prison?" No one spoke; they were too stunned to form words. "Ok then, who wants to get fucked till they can't stand and testify in court against this piece of scum tied up behind me?" At this there was a murmur of confusion and general accent within the crowd as Mr. Hotshit thrashed against his tight bonds. "tell you what boys, give me a shot and if anyone can walk away when I'm done, you get off clean, leave before I'm done, or try and help your fool of a boss, and I'll know, and drag you before the police commissioner myself." If there was any dissent, if any of the twelve men standing before this young girl thought for a moment that they could take her in a fight, fair or not, it was not loudly proclaimed. Such was the power of the Bat that none thought themselves equal in fighting, but many likely figured they could fuck this little girl into submission. "Ok then, Strip!" she shouted forcefully. A wave of motion later and cloths flew into the air and fell like autumn leave, shirts coats sock and boxers littered the room and Barbra found herself surrounded by a dozen horny gangsters. Wasting no time she grabbed a cock in each tiny hand and pulled them close to her, knelling down to suck a third into her waiting lips. Her pussy was soon filled with a fourth as one of the younger more eager men fucked her fast and hard. Within seconds he had spilled a load into her went pussy and she let out a little moan as one of the ones she had been jacking moved to take his place. His cock was much larger and she knew he would last longer, so she savored the feeling of him pushing against her hips, his hairy balls slapping on her smooth hairless pussy lips as she sucked three cocks in turn. Barbra like all girls knew how to hold a man from cumming in order to delay the moment, but she had no intention of delaying these men if her plan was going to work. She pulled out every stop and two of the men she was blowing came in her face. The warm sticky stuff dripping off of her as two fresh cocks took their place in the span of a breath. She clamped down her muscles on the one fucking her pussy and he winced till his seed spilled into her sloppy cunt. Moments later a fresh cock had penetrated her softness and made squishing noises as it pounded in and out. Another load of cum splashed onto her neck from one she had been jacking and one cock buried itself deep in her tight throat as it filled her belly with wet, warm spunk. Nearly half the men had cum now and she herself was on the verge of an orgasm. She bucked back hard on the one in her cunt and licked the tow in front of her greedily. She had never fucked this many guys before and the thought of it made her head spin, she was no half done and already covered in cum with two loads in her pussy. She reached down to play with her clit, since these were not the most considerate of lovers, as the man plungers again and again, as she came hard she bit firmly on the cock in her mouth, pushing hem and his friend over the edge. Hot semen filled her mouth, splashed on her face and went deep into the cavern of her cunt. But it was not yet over. Batgirl took a moment to look around, none of the men looked harried, but many had spent one load already, some had it seems been jacking off at the sight of their friend fucking the batgirl. Barbra stood up and looked at the oldest of the group; he had a long spindly penis that was not too thick. She walked over and whispered in his ear, then went and pushed another man down to the floor, mounting him as she might mount a motorcycle and impaling herself on his rod. She then looked over at the older man and winked, pulling the firm cheeks of her ass apart a bit to invite him into her brown eye. She spat into her and lubed her asshole a bit with her finger as he walked over to her, then with one good thrust he was in. Batgirl squealed for the first time, so sudden was the feeling. She had had never had two live cocks within her before and she savored it intensely. They fucked with little rhythm, but it felt so good, she looked hungrily at another who quickly took his place in her mouth. It felt wonderful! A cock in every hole and two in her hands, two cocks for her mouth and more waiting to have there turn. Batgirl fucked for an hour solid with the men changing positions frequently and cumming in her and on her. At one time two men filled her pussy at the same time as a third poked his cock head against her sphincter, trying to push the thing in! Cum dripped of off her like sweat after a workout and her own sweat juices had poured forth again and again, She had simply lost count of the orgasms when they started coming in waves. The sounds and smells of sex filled the air as the butler quietly filled it all with the camera Barbra had given him. Two men collapsed from exhaustion and lay silent on the ground in a heap. And all of them looked tiredly blissful. Whatever drug she had given them seemed to make climax very easy, but they regained quickly and would fuck her again, in whatever hole was there at the moment. Batgirl showed no sign of slowing down, when ever a few would stop to rest, she would go over to them, dragging whomever was fucking her with her and pull them into her. Sometimes she would fuck them till they came, other times she would give each man a few passes, and then go onto the next one. Rare was the minute that she did not have three cocks in her, and more around her, but the minutes became more common as the night flew by with hurricane speed. Soon over half the men lay resting unconscious around the room, Barbra took the healthy ones on a sex tour of the house, fucking them in every room; even letting three of them humiliate her in a bathroom. Then fucking two in the shower, three more men went down, but the youngest came back upstairs, having rested enough for another go he said. In the kitchen one had insisted on pulling things from the fridge and covering her cunt in them as he ate her out. Her freshly cleaned pussy was covered in whipped cream and honey as he licked quite skillfully while she sucked with two men off that knelled in front of her. In the master bedroom four of the men ambushed her! In the dark room they tied her spread eagled to the bed and gagged her with something. The took turns grabbing her tits and pinching the sensitive nipples hard and twisting till her face screwed up in pain, one of the men slapped her hard across her face and left a red mark on the chin, she looked up with pleading eyes! Of course her eyes lied, she loved this and in no real danger as the fools had tied her up in a haphazard fashion, she would be free in minutes, but she rather enjoyed this. The men pulled and pinched and played with her pussy harder than she was used to, but after a night of fucking it had grown a bit numb and the new wave of sensations quickly gave over from pain to sheer utter orgasmic bliss. The men actually backed away from her as she thrashed hard against he bonds, she moaned and screamed into her gag Oh no the men gasped "Holly shit, she is fucking into this!" As he bucking subsides she decided they had had enough fun, she threw aside the flimsy restraints and bounded onto of the closet man, throwing him down hard and shoving her wet cunt into his face, pinning him as she pulled another into her mouth. The other two looked worried and ran; she would catch up to them later. She gushed on the tongue that wiggled inside of her just as the cock in her mouth gave its last globs of spunk. So she mounted the last man standing and fucked him up against the wall till his cock was sore and he came painfully into her tight hole. Barbra stood alone in the room, tired and shaking but pleased with herself again. Mr. Hotshit's gang was finished and the police would soon arrive. Even the ones that got out were hers now, and they knew it. There was just one thing left to do tonight. To Be Continued.