2 comments/ 19068 views/ 27 favorites The Batman Beaten Ch. 01 By: CumulusRex1 He's naked when he comes to. And his arms won't move. He looks around the room, soaking in every barren detail. Candles line the darkened space, little visible beyond the hard Velcro restraints wrapped around his wrists and the solid metal frame of the bed. His legs are wrapped the same way. A few tentative tugs offer no give. He pries and still no hint of a budge, not even with his taught muscles straining. Not an ordinary frame then. The bed itself is firm but comfortable, covered with soft sheets. A few jaw movements confirm that the mask at least is still there. Why would they leave the mask on? And who are they? "Good morning" rings a soft voice. He turns to look, twisting against the restrains to peer through the shadows. The figure makes it easier, stepping into the light. "Your metabolism burned through my little potion even faster than I thought," Poison Ivy says, sulking up to the bed. Cream colored hands emerge from the folds of a bright green robe to rest on the sheets. She eyes him for a moment, a devlish grin beneath wandering green eyes. "But then again, your metabolism is even more than I'd ever imagined, isn't it Batman?" For a moment he considers silence but thinks better of it. "What is this Dr. Isley? Where am I and what do you want?" his hard voice growls the words but without the cape and the cover of his uniform and the cloak of darkness, they carry none of the usual menace. "TT," she replies, stalking up onto the sheets to bring her knees to his side, hand lightly brushing his arm. "I've tried telling you, Pamela Isley is dead. I left you the courtesy of your mask, the least you could do is extend the courtesy of acknowledging mine. But then, you try so hard not to seem playing our game, don't you?" "I'm not playing any games." A tanned, toned leg stretches across his torso and she eases herself on top of him, hands resting lightly on his chest. "Oh but you are. Your play-dress and your toys and your running around. We're cops and robbers and supervillains. Didn't you know that?" "People don't die in games, Dr. Isley." She sighs. Fingers trace down his torso, touching on the divots between each hard clump of muscle. "Your body is even more impressive than I thought. You do take our game seriously don't you? Just how much do you work out? And does that extend to... everything?" She lifts herself up off his stomach and a hand slides beneath the robes, taking ahold of his flaccid cock in between her fingers. His training at least manages to avoid giving her a reaction. Her smile broadens. "And here I was almost worried this would be easy." She tugs at his manhood again, a little harder this time but still gentle. "What is this?" he growls again. She giggles, eases her hand back to his chest. "So much for the world's greatest detective. Well, if I must spell it out for you, this is my bed," one hand lifts off his chest to gesture around them. "And this is my body," the hand folds inward to the robes and pulls out the single knot holding it together. A tug and the robe falls around her, revealing her naked, toned frame, bare breasts bobbing as she moves. "And these are my rules. I'm going to fuck you, Batman, I'm going to feel you inside of me and I'm going to take everything I want from you. You can fight it, like you fight everything, but you will fail and I will win. But you don't have to lose." She throws the robe off the bed and leans forward, her breasts brushing against his chest. "No reason you can't enjoy it." A few inches lower and she tries to kiss him. But he rolls his head to one side. "Sigh. Not as if I expected otherwise but still, you'd think after all this time chasing me all over Gotham, you'd be at least as curious as I am." He turns his head back to her, his vision filled with her round breasts and flowing red hair. "Curious?" he says. "About what would happen, love. If we ever gave in to that roaring tension between us, if for just one moment you would stop fighting me." "I have to fight you, stop you. You're a murder. And the only thing between us is a lifetime in Arkham." Fingers rub against his abs, working their way up to his nipples. He starts just slightly as she pinches them lightly. "Liar," she says. "I know what men want and even you, Batman, are still a man." She leans forward once more, bringing her mouth down to his ear. "I can prove it," she whispers. She eases herself down and starts to kiss him, working her way down slowly to his nipple, tongue rolling around it. Batman inhales a little too sharply. She stops for a moment, looks up. "Told you." Her mouth returns to the nipple, biting into it gently and suckling for a moment before continuing her way down his torso, kissing his abs, and his belly button, until finally she's face to face with his cock. "You have no idea how very much I've wanted this," she says before her tongue flits out, lapping at it. A sharper inhale this time but no visible reaction. She licks again, fingers lightly caressing his balls as her mouth works around it. Over and over she works his cock in her hands and her mouth but still nothing. "My," she says as she lifts her lips off her prize. "What willpower." He doesn't have more than an instant before she swings around, planting her bare crotch as close to his mouth as she can. She nuzzles into his face. He tries to squirm his head to the side but he still feels it on his cheek. And he smells it. She's moist. Lusciously wet. A finger traces the outside of her pussy, teasing at the edges before stroking it lightly. "Oh, I want this," she coos again, tongue once again lapping at his mouth as her fingers pry her pussy open. The smell of her fills his nostrils and for the first time he sucks in breath through his mouth and suddenly he starts to feel something. She knows she's won immediately as the once flaccid penis starts to stiffen. She doesn't pause to take in her victory though, she just keeps working it as her prize rises until it is rock hard. She wraps her fingers around it and lifts her crotch off his face so she can see as she turns around. "You are everything I ever dreamed you'd be," she says, before snapping her head around and taking his cocking fully in her mouth. Batman gasps as pure, maddening pleasure spreads from his dick across his body. He strains at the restraints involuntarily, trying not to enjoy it. But he does. He wants to stick his tongue out and taste her juices but he resists. His cock knows no such restraint. It tingles with her attentions as she works it with her lips and her tongue and her hands, stroking and licking and tasting. For minutes, he knows nothing at all. And then he feels himself building. No. But there it is, the sensation rushing forward. He tries to fight but it's too much and in an instant he explodes. He hears Ivy gurgling as he cums and cums and cums, waves of boundless bliss crashing through his body. His mouth opens wide in ectasy and his tongue rolls out enough to get a taste of her pussy. For a moment it explores the wet checks before darting back in as the last of the orgasm fades. She continues suckling until she's sure he's done and then sits up and spins around so she's facing him. A hand wipes across her ear-to-ear grin. "I'd ask if you liked it Batman but I think we both know the answer to that," she says. "Would you like to know what you taste like?" She lowers herself to try and kiss him again. He snaps his head to the side but she's not having it this time. Hands hold him in place as she kisses him, tongue working at his tightly sealed lips. She leans back again, "TT," she says. "I promise, you're going to let yourself enjoy this before we're through." She eases herself off his torso and lies down next to his immobilized frame, legs and arm draped across his chest. Her hand rubs against his pecks. "Why must you keep fighting me?" "Because you belong behind bars," he says. "Because this is wrong, Ivy, and I think you know that." She lifts her head slightly, grins again. "Oh but that's the point Batman," she says. "I like being bad. And I know you do too. You like being a creature of the night, thumbing your cowl at everything they say you should respect. You're more like me than you admit, maybe even to yourself." "That's a lie." She moves forward again, now dangling a pert nipple above his lips. "Oh but is it? I know you want to taste it, feel your tongue roll around and suck. You're not gay, Batman. You're not asexual. You're a man with needs. And right now, I need you." She slides back down to her sprawl along his side but instead of his chest, her fingers walk her hand down to his crotch. Her fingers work at his cock once again as her lips find his nipple. She suckles and bites and rolls her tongue around it as her hand squeezes and rubs. His head arches back as he tries to fight the pleasure. She looks up, brings her red lips back to his ears. "Don't fight me lover," she says. "Get hard for me, feel yourself inside of me. Fuck me with everything you have, all that rage and power and... oh my." He looks down and in an instant, his body has betrayed his will. His cock is back to full length again, straining against the air. His face fills with her grin. "Told you," she says, straddling on top of him, hand behind her wrapped around his cock. She holds his hardness firmly in her hand as she eases her pussy to his tip. She touches it against herself, rubs it to her clit. "Oh, oh," she says. She looks him in the eyes, smiles, glides his tip inside and then all the way down. "God, you're even bigger inside me," she says as she starts up and down, up and down. Her finger finds her clit and starts to rub. His breathing starts to come in rasps as she starts to moan. "Oh god, yes, yes," she breaths. She leans forward. "Cum for me," she says as she keeps working herself up and down his cock, finger busy against her clit. He doesn't reply. He can't, he's forgotten his voice. All he knows is her body, the rhythm of her thighs and breasts as they bob up and down. "Cum for me," she says, louder this time as she lowers her lips to his. He no longer has the strength to fight as she takes his mouth in hers, her tongue darting inside. She works his mouth and he can't fight it, not when she nips at his lower lip or finds his tongue with hers, swirling it around in a long, longing kiss. After a minute she pulls herself free, body swaying with the rhythm, moaning more and more with each moment. "Cum for me lover," she says. He still doesn't reply, so she lowers herself again, but this time it's not her mouth his tongue finds but an eager nipple. Without thinking he bites down gently, sucking at the taste of her as bliss and moans and the smell of hard fucking takes him to a place he can't identify but feels and sounds and oh god... His mind goes blank. He's no longer Batman. No longer Bruce Wayne. No longer anything but a gasping, roaring, thrashing thing as he explodes inside her, over and over. "Yeeessss," she cries as she feels everything the Batman is escape into her pussy as her own finger finds the magic button and in victory and pleasure she screams with their mutual orgasm. She allows herself to fall to his side, gasping for breath as she regains her sense of self. "Ha," she manages, not a giggle but a throaty laugh. It overtakes her as she rolls onto her back, body shaking with laughter and victory. "Hahhahaha." For a moment she just lies there until exhaustion and triumph overtake her. "I told you," she whispers as she her eyes slowly shut... When Ivy opens her eyes again the sheet is wrapped around her. An arm reaches out to where her captive and prize should be but he's not. She starts, sits up quickly, looks around. He's gone but she's untied and free. Sentiment perhaps? For a moment she wonders how but then realizes, he is Batman, isn't he? She looks down at her body, tingles at the memory. Yes he is. The Batman Beaten Ch. 02 The water runs down his arms, his back. He wills it to soak through his skin, wash away her taste, the feel of her body against his, the tight sensation of her thighs straddling around him. But this is not Bruce Wayne's first shower in the last two days. Or his fifth. Chemical analysis of his blood showed traces of more than two dozen toxins and plant byproducts still lingering in his system. Best estimate was that it would take more than a month for his body to fully purge them all and attempts to synthesize an antidote had so far gone nowhere. But as he lifts his face to the spray and closes his eyes to the rushing warmth he allows himself to admit what he hasn't been able to say aloud. He doesn't want an antidote. He doesn't want his system cleansed of her power and her potion and her, her essence. He wants her. He wants to feel her wrapped around him again, listen to the moans, taste those perky, musky nipples on his tongue. He looks down, opens his eyes. He's hard. It comes and goes, has for the last two days. Whatever she'd dosed him with was at least three times as potent as Viagra. And he wanted more. He needed it. Nothing could get her out of his mind, not three hours on the weights or a 10 mile run or a Class A training simulation with all the safety settings completely disabled. He knows it's the toxins but he can't make himself care, can't forget that taste or that rush. He needs to work her out of his system the only way he can think of. The water stops with a hiss as he waves his hand over the motion controls. He stands there for a moment, breathing in the steam and imagining it's her scent. He steps out of the shower, grabs a towel and wipes it across his broad chest and up his arms, imagining she's toweling him off. Tactical thinking and a plan of action have been pushed to the furthest recesses of his mind as he plods into the main chamber of the batcave. The only thing on his mind is his need. Nothing else matters. "Computer." "Yes, Batman?" replies a cold metallic voice. He wishes it was hers. "I need the whereabouts of Isley, Pamela." The screen flashes as he drops the towel and slips on his boxers and then begins to pull on his armor. Numbers scroll across the corner of his vision as the computer interrogates police reports and scans bank accounts. His pants are nearly on when it spits out an answer. "Two likely locations identified Batman," the computer says. "Show me." -- A cool breeze sweeps across the rooftops of Gotham. Poison Ivy stares out across the skyline, a pair of binoculars laid down on the parapet next to her. Her left hand runs up her bare right arm. She sighs before picking up the binoculars and peering out at her target again. The details flit about her conscious but her mind is far away. The job was what she wanted but what she needed, well that was something else entirely. She puts the binoculars back down, brings a hand to her chin. "Ivy" a voice says. For a moment the world stops. And then she spins around to confront the silhouette behind her, soaking in the darkness like he's part of it. She backs up against the parapet, looks around for somewhere to run but there's nowhere to go. "What do you want Batman?" He steps forward, leaving just a foot between his armor and the leaves that barely cover her body. They stand there for what feels like forever before he finally speaks. "You belong in prison," he manages to growl. She can't help but smile at her soon-to-be-captor. "Oh but I do so like handcuffs." She tilts her arms forward, hands lightly closed, palms up. "Well?" she asks. A black gauntleted hand reaches out but stops a centimeter from hers. For the first time she looks into his eyes. Something there... what is that? And then he's against her, cold armor against bare skin. "But I'm not here to arrest you," he says. She doesn't have a chance to reply before his mouth meets hers and she no longer cares for words, just the taste of his tongue and the feel of his jaw. He drinks from her lips, soaking in her scent as he wraps his arms around her waist. She's been this close to him before, even clothed, but she's never felt the gentle side of his strength. A hand trails down to her ass and squeezes it tightly. Before she knows what's happening she's in the air, lifted against him without the slightest hint of effort, their lips still locked. He pulls away from her mouth to work his lips against the softness of her neck. As he does she can feel his body shift. The stars twist in the night sky above as he carries her over to a raised block before throwing her down on it. "My, my Batman..." she doesn't get a chance to finish the sentence as the black figure climbs on top of her. Their lips meet again for a long moment. His tongue laps itself against hers. She bites his lower lip. She tries to grab at his armor but his hands trap her wrists and pin them down above her head. The Dark Knight is in charge, completely. His lips leave hers and he works them down her neck, still pinning her wrists down as he kisses her chest until he meets the folds of leaves keeping him from her breasts. "Mm," she manages as he kisses her. "I think you missed me lover." In a moment her wrists are free and she feels his hands tearing at what kept him out. It doesn't take him long to leave her bare before him, breasts and hair splayed out. "You're good with your hands, aren't you Batman?" she manages before he's on her again, lips finding her nipples and suckling like a man dying of dehydration. She moans softly as his lips work one breast and then the other, cold black hands massaging them. "Ah," she says. His lips trail south, nibbling at her taught stomach as he goes before finding her pussy. His tongue laps at her, sticks it deep inside her warmth and works it around. "Oh god," she says. And he's not done yet. His tongue continues to explore her until slowly, maddeningly slowly, it finds her clit and Ivy loses whatever control she had left. "Ah, ah, ah!" She cries out as his tongue works her, lapping up and down and in circles and all she knows is the explosion building across her body. She screams, hands grabbing at anything she can find to hold her down, keep the rush from carrying her away... Her body jerks and rocks, her mind blank, incapable of thought beyond the pleasure for long moments. When she finally stops thrashing she realizes she can no longer feel his touch. She manages to sit up enough to see him ripping off his cloak and armor with violent need. "Would you like some help?" she coos. He steps forward, climbs on top of her, sweat on his naked muscles, his body bare except for the mask. He doesn't say anything. He doesn't need to. Their lips meet and in a moment she feels him, his rock hard cock slamming inside of her. "Oh god Batman..." She moans as he fucks her, plunging in and out with so much force she forgets where her body ends and his begins. Her hands grip his back as he continues to pound and pound and oh god... The Batman exhales all at once, "ahh" he manages as she feels him well and explode inside her. Their lips meet again, more gently this time, soaking in each other's scents before he pulls his face away from hers. They pant for few moments, his cock still resting comfortably inside her. Her hands come around to his chest, pressing against the muscle. She looks him in the eye, words finally forming in her mouth. "I told you you'd like it," she says. The Batman Beaten Ch. 03 Something clinks as Poison Ivy tries to move her wrists. What feels like cold metal encases them. And she can't see, pitch black wrapped over her head. Nostrils flare as she tries to take in the scent of her surroundings but all she gets is cloth covering antiseptic and metal. She's comfortable at least, lying down on something soft. She sits up, slowly, listening to the dead quiet around her. Against her skin is not the leaves to which she's become accustomed but rather soft, loose-fitting cotton. Finally she dares to bring her arms up to the hood covering her head. Still no sound around her so she tugs it free. The revealed space is cold, metallic and bare. It's a solid-steel room, no trappings save for the bed she's sitting on. She slowly scans the space before twisting around to take in a figure even colder than the room, standing directly behind her making nary a sound. "They must have remodeled Arkham," she coos. "This isn't Arkham," the Batman growls. She bends over, tries to crawl towards him on all fours. "I suppose not," she says. "Would this be your own private asylum then lover?" He steps forwards, grabs at her arm and lifts her up again to a kneeling position, stopping just short of using enough force to cause pain. "Understand one thing, Ivy, we are not lovers." Ivy smiles, giggles loudly. "You were an abstinence-only child, weren't you Batman?" She leans forward, chin tilted towards his black-clad jaw. "Perhaps you need a lesson on the birds and the bees." Her mouth move towards his and he closes the distance. Their lips meet furtively at first but then they began to explore, tongues brushing for a moment before he draws back again. Ivy reaches towards him only for the jet-black cuffs on her wrists to fall to the floor with a clang. "I suppose those stealth techniques are good for more than just fighting," she says. He doesn't respond, so she presses on. "So, if we're not lovers, then what are we? And what am I doing here...lover?" "This is a secure location," he offers. "I sedated you back on the rooftop and brought you here. That's all you need to know." "And what might you need, Batman?" But Batman is done talking. His hands reach out and with a single gesture rip the gown covering Ivy's torso open. Her breasts have barely splayed out before he finds one with his tongue, pushing her down on the bed as sucks. "Mmmm" is all Ivy manages before he releases her nipple and brings his mouth to hers. They kiss as she folds herself around him, surrendering to his firm, powerful grip. She feels a gauntleted hand easing itself down her pants, the cold of the armor rubbing against her pussy. She breaks the kiss and arches her back, rocking and moaning with the novelty. "And you're even good with your hands," she manages. After a few moments his hand pulls back from her folds. She looks up, willing a pout to come to her face but there's no need. He's slid down on the bed and has started to yank the pants down. She lifts her hips up and he pulls them off. She's naked before him, her curvy, toned body fully visible in the harsh artificial lights. Her breasts twitch up and down as she draws breath, eyeing the Dark Knight as he stands there for a moment. What's going on behind that mask? He stares at her for a moment more before he starts to tear at his armor. One piece falling to the floor after the next. Ivy finds her clit with her hand and starts to rub as the black-folded creature becomes human once again, full of flesh and bone and rock-hard need. In another moment the mask is once again the only thing separating them. "You could take that off, you know," she says. "And you could give up a life of crime," he replies before climbing on top of her. Their lips meet. Her hand finds his cock and his finds her ass, both gripping tightly as they rub against her, neither ready to start fucking. He bats her hand away and rubs himself against her crotch, still careful not to penetrate her just yet. He withdraws from her mouth again and rests his cheek against her neck, rocking against her with a little more speed in each moment. She starts to moan. "Give me your tongue," she says. He pulls back from her neck and a hand grabs her behind the back of her head, forcing her gaze to his. "Beg," he growls. "Nnnoo," she moans. His mouth trails down and starts to nibble at the wonderful fat of her breasts, one and then the other before his lips find her nipples and suckle once again, his hips still rocking forward and rubbing against her pussy. She needs his tongue and his cock but she can't give him the satisfaction... "Ahh," she says. His lips leave her breasts and their mouths meet, tongues lapping against each other, teeth scraping and primordial passion rocking in waves. She pulls her lips pull back from his. "Please," she gasps. "Please what?" "Please, Batman, fuck me." He pushes himself up and eases down on the bed, hands wrapping around her thighs as he buries his face in her crotch. "Ahhhhhh," she moans as his tongue alternates between her pussy and her clit, devouring each until finally he begins to lap at her clit. She grabs at the sheets as she explodes. "OOOHHHHH GODDD!!" she screams. His lips leave her pussy and he rushes up to kiss her, finally plunging his cock inside as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Fuck me Batman!" she cries. He thrusts in and out for a few moments before hauling himself up, her body still wrapped around his torso. He bounds off the bad before slamming her against the nearest cold wall. She barely notices the temperature difference as his cock and body forces the breath from her longs. "Godddd!" she cries again. His hands hold her thighs tightly as he fucks her against the wall, chest pressing her back as his hips thrust in and out, in and out. He starts to grunt like an animal but she barely hears the sound above the buzzing in her head. She squeezes at him as he pounds and pounds and pounds before finally gasping in one long exhale. Something warm explodes inside Ivy's pussy and the Batman spasms in her arms. For a long moment she thinks he's going to drop her but his grip holds. Their tongues meet again but in another moment he's thrown her back on the bed. She lays there, unwilling and completely unable to move, her body still processing the pleasure of his. In another moment she hears rustling and looks up only to find him putting the armor back on. "What makes you think I'm done with you?" she says. "What makes you think you have any say in the matter," he spits back, venom back in his voice for the first time since she'd taken him the other night. Ivy wobbles back to her feet, brain fighting through the blood still trying to ooze back from where it rushed just a few moments before. She stalks up to him, lips turned up but he makes no move to finish the kiss. So she does it form him and finds his mouth completely unresponsive. She pulls back, twists her mouth to activate her pheromones and blows full on in his face. Still, absolutely nothing. He'd shown a strong resistance to her powers before but never anything like this. What the hell? "That will never work on me ever again Ivy," he growls. "What did you do?" she breaths. "Did you really think you were here for pleasure? I needed to inoculate myself against you. That meant a preparatory vaccine and enough exposure to everything you could throw at me to get it functioning. And you've given me more than enough." And then, underneath the hardness of the growl, she sees something that frightens her more than almost anything else he's done to her. A grin, wolf-like and satisfied. "What happens now," she whispers. "Now Ivy, we go to Arkham."