MtK update

The first Batman saw of Magpie was her ass. She was wearing her new costume. Tiny black panties were sucked in by her big ass, bulged out with her pubic mound. Thigh-high boots were the only other thing she wore below the waist. They encased her long legs like nylon stockings.

A leather corset sat on the pale skin of her chest. The cups at the top barely held in her large breasts; they were covered more by the feather boa wound around her neck. About the only thing on her that wasn’t black, besides her milk-white skin, was the platinum hair she wore in a bob. Opera gloves—black, of course—ran from her elbows to her wrists. She’d cut off the leather where it would meet her fingers and palms. But then, she was crazy.

Clearly, she’d just completed another heist. She was bent over a bag of loot, picking through it, lifting handfuls of jewelry out of the bag and letting them trickle back inside. As she did, her hips danced back and forth, as though she were fucking the air that also touched her precious treasure.

Her eyes were only for the gems. Bruce thought he could’ve not bothered with any of his ninja training and she still wouldn’t have heard him. This roof was a private sanctuary, to her diseased mind. She’d put enough distance between herself and her victims and now she would indulge in her addiction, whether it was on top of a towering skyscraper or in the middle of Gotham Square.

“Shiny, shiny,” she chanted, sticking her tongue out to lick at the jewelry as it fell. “Shiny-shiny-shiny… Magpie deserves all the shinies…”

Bruce could see himself putting her in Arkham again, but that wouldn’t help her. She needed to be weaned off this destructive habit. And how perfect that only Bruce Wayne could afford to sacrifice the shinies that it would take to slowly restore her mental health.

He reached into his utility belt and drew out a pearl necklace. He’d had it on him since Magpie had first broken out of Arkham.

“Magpie,” he called softly, his voice a guttural whisper.

“Who’s there!?” Magpie demanded, jerking upright, clutching the burlap bag to her chest.

Bruce held out the pearls, letting them be the first thing Magpie saw when she spotted him. “I have something for you, Magpie. Something shiny.”

“Shiny!?” Magpie repeated, her eyes blinkingly rapidly. She spotted Batman, saw the pearls in his outstretched hand, and she spontaneously hopped up and down. “Shiny! Shiny! Wait—” She landed, scuffing her shoes on the rooftop. “This is a trick! You’re trying to trick me! You don’t want me to have shiny things! You want all those awful horrid people to keep having my shinies instead!”

“No, Magpie,” Bruce said, his voice reassuringly level. He flicked the pearls with his thumb, letting Magpie hear them rattle inside his glove. “These are for you. Come get them. You can have them. They’re all yours.”

Magpie moaned aloud. Her pelvis thrust unthinkingly. Bruce thought of the old locker room cliché of women willing to trade sex for jewelry. For Magpie, the two were far more intertwined than that.

“Don’t you want them, Magpie? If you don’t want them…” And he began to retract his hand.

“No!” Magpie cried. “No-no-no! Shiny shiny!”

She ran towards him. Bruce stood his ground. It was only when she was within arm’s reach of him that he sidestepped, dodging her with a sweep of his cape.

Magpie landed on her belly, having literally thrown herself at him, and now she pounded the floor with her fists and feet.

“No fair no fair no fair! My shinies!”

“You have to be polite to get your shiny, Magpie. You have to ask nicely. Say please and thank you. And you have to let me give it to you, not snatch it out of my hand. You’re a Magpie, aren’t you? Not a pig.”

Mumbling, she disgruntledly climbed to her feet. Or started to. Bruce reached out his toe and gave her a push, sprawling her onto her belly again.

“No. Don’t stand up. Just get on your knees. I’ll give it to you if you’re on your knees.”

If Magpie was put off by his instruction, she didn’t show it. Her one-track mind could only understand answering the temptation he’d put in front of her. She reared up onto her knees and stayed there, fidgeting but not consciously moving any further.

Batman held the pearls out a little further from his body. “Now open your mouth.”

Magpie’s mouth lolled open; it was perhaps a coincidence that she looked like Harley or certain other of Bruce’s wives, overwhelmed with sexual ecstasy, with her mouth hanging open, waiting to receive her craving.

Bruce dangled the pearls onto Magpie’s outstretched tongue. He lowered them slowly, piling them up on her tongue, then reaching with his other hand to push them into Magpie’s mouth. Her eyes rolled crazily as he stuffed her lips with pearl after pearl, until she’d taken it all, her cheeks bulging. Then he petted her chipmunk cheeks. Magpie vibrated with intensity.

“That was very good, Magpie. You were a good girl just now. And now you have your shiny. It’s yours. You can keep it forever.”

“My shiny. Mine mine mine. Shinnnny…”

Magpie’s eyes rolled upward. She seemed not to notice as she drooled out a few pearls.

Bruce reached into his utility belt again. This time he took out a diamond ring.

“Would you like another shiny, Magpie? Can you be good again if it gets you a new shiny?”

Magpie quivered, absolutely overcome with emotion. She all but prostrated herself before Bruce in nodding her head, then she straightened up and opened her mouth as wide as it would go, like a snake unhingeing its jaw.

“No, Magpie,” Bruce said gently. “Not there. There’s already a shiny in there. I’ll have to give this to you some other way… take off your panties.”

Magpie’s glazed eyes almost managed to focus, but there was no breaking free of the anticipation that gripped her. She flopped onto her back and lowered her panties. Confirming a suspicion of Bruce’s, her pubic hair was a neat tuff of silvery hair.

She could not think past getting them out of the way, because they stayed on her thighs, surprisingly arousing, while she laid there with her cunt exposed.

Bruce knelt over her. With his free hand, he held her slot open, prying her lips apart and then pushing the ring into her opening.

Magpie gasped.

There was a thrill of pain, but also delirious arousal. She’d never had anything inside her: not fingers, not tongue, not that… and never a ring.

Batman let go of her, allowing her folds to close up on the unfamiliar shape of the ring. Her eyes rolled up in her head. The level of arousal was too much for her. Then she saw he was holding another ring in front of her face, far from the cold metal deep inside her, seeming to radiate the pressure that had passionate cunt crushed down on it…

“You can have this one too,” Bruce said. “But you have to ask nicely.”

“Please, oh please, please, it’s so SHINY!”

The second ring popped inside her. Its presence, added to the steely thereness of the first, made Magpie cry out in a tight blend of agony and pleasure.

Bruce held up a third ring.

“Beg,” he said.

Magpie wept with need. She writhed, begging Batman to reward her once more, putting every curve of her luscious body into her pleas.

Bruce reached down and hung the ring around her straining clit.

Magpie stomped her feet and her fists on the ground. It was all so much. She nearly unseated the ring, but Batman held it down on her clit, making sure she kept feeling her new shiny.

Then, like a magic trick, he produced an opal the size of a cough drop. Magpie’s eyes boggled. She’d never needed anything as she now needed that.

“Gimme!” she cried. “Gimme shiny! Gimme shiny!”

“Roll over,” he told her. “Open your ass.”

Magpie did not even conceive of disobeying.

Through the haze of submission, Magpie felt Batman’s gloved hands parting her buttocks, drawing them far apart. His thumbs pushed into the moist crevice; even when Magpie tried to tense up, something about where his thumbs were dug in kept her flesh slack and inanimate.

She felt a fingertip at her anus and instinctively clenched up, too undisciplined to stop her body from reacting against this unready usage, but Bruce knew how to allow for the cruelest of penetrations. He massaged at the outer edges of her rubbery circle, then pushed in with a hard grin, sinking the first knuckle of his finger into her asshole with a jerk.

Magpie jumped forward from the shocking pain, her jaw dropping so far that the pearl necklace unspooled almost totally from it. Bruce moved his finger around in the tight hole, slowly expanding it, sawing the digit in and out until there was no more resistance her body could muster.

“Almost done now,” Bruce said, his voice as balmy as it could be, soothing Magpie’s wounded willingness. “You’re too tense. Have to relax you. Have to make room. Then it can go in. You’ll be shiny everywhere.”

“Shiny everywhere,” Magpie moaned, and thought she felt some enjoyment of how her asshole was starting to expand.