Ladies of the Knight update

Carrie Kelly checked her watch. 9:50 and this was the address Bruce had given her. She was there early, but she thought Bruce was the kind of guy who would appreciate that.

She showed her ID to the hotel doorman, who’d apparently been told to expect her. He sent her to the express elevator and the receptionist buzzed her up. It took a good minute for the elevator to carry her to the top floor, though both the motion of the elevator and the dizzying view out of its one-way glass showed she was moving far in excess of the speed of any other elevator she’d ever been in. Like she was driving a Ferrari sideways up the building.

Finally, the elevator slowed to a stop, dinged like it was actually a normal everyday elevator, and the doors swept open. There was a woman waiting for her—a strangely ominous figure considering how attractive and well-groomed she looked. She stood motionless in the elevator’s doorway, blocking Carrie’s egress, a polite smile in place and scrutinizing eyes trained on Carrie.

She was a tall, well-sculpted woman, worldly, with a deadpan look to her that belonged to someone older than the youthful exuberance of her flesh. Her dark lipstick gleamed in the tastefully moderate light of the room. Green eyes glimmered with interest, becoming almost brown closer to the pupil. High arched eyebrows were like reverse crescent moons on her high, pale forehead. She had long eyelashes, slender and exquisitely fine, while her red lips were thick and voluptuous, seductive in an otherwise carefully neutral face.

“You must be the new girl,” she said, cheery in a somewhat disinterested sort of way. “I’m Julia Pennyworth.”

***

Just the sight of him was enough to make Ellen’s heart skip a beat. Everything she wanted to say to him was overshadowed by how he looked in that gothic, fetishistic armor, the perfect accoutrement to his muscular frame, like body hair on some wild man. She had to fight the urge to reach out and touch his sculpted chest.

“What are you doing here, Batman?” Ellen said self-consciously. “You can’t be here. I could have you arrested.”

“Could you?” Batman retorted, sounding as amused as he ever got with her weak insistence. “You’ve had a lot to say about me in the past. As the individual it concerns, I thought you’d like to speak to me privately. Not through press conferences and news shows.”

“I’ve said all I have to say. And if you think you can bully me—I know that you’re not a threat, not in that way. You wouldn’t hurt me. You think you’re a good guy. But that doesn’t mean you’re good for this city.”

“Or good for you?” Batman asked.

Flustered, Ellen turned and walked to the kitchen, flushing even more when she realized how lewdly her breasts were jiggling with each step, feeling bigger than usual, swollen. Her pussy was still very wet and she wondered if Batman could smell her arousal. Worse still, the thought of that turned her on.

She would’ve been even more aroused if she knew what Batman was thinking. Unbeknownst to her, Bruce Wayne was watching her ass with a keen appreciation, seeing the full globes bounce provocatively inside her shorts. He forced the window open—seeing Ellen give a start as the lock audibly gave—but she kept walking, trying to maintain an air of being above it all.

He followed her into the kitchen, where she went to the refrigerator and took a beer from a six-pack in the door. “Would you like one?” Ellen asked ironically, trying to center herself with cool sarcasm.

“In a glass,” Batman retorted, casually sitting at the kitchen table.

Ellen felt a charge at obeying the implicit order. She stood on her tiptoes to get a glass from the cupboard, then put it on the table in front of Batman. She bent forward to pour the beer carefully into the glass.

Batman didn’t pay any attention to the glass filling up. He looked down the front of Ellen’s blouse, gaping open as she leaned over, her breasts jostling against each other to form a deeply shadowed cleavage.

“You have a nice set of tits, Commissioner.”

Ellen’s face screwed up, torn between offense and confusion. She wasn’t sure she had heard him right. “What… what did you say to me?”

“I said that beautiful pair of tits you’ve got are making me want to fuck you.”

Ellen’s knees went rubbery. The beer bottle slipped from her hand, glancing off the table, hitting the tile floor, then spinning around in its emptiness. She staggered back, disbelievingly staring at Batman. Her cheeks were bright red. His face was perfectly solemn.

Batman pushed his chair away from the table and rose to his full height. Whatever passed for a fly in his armor, it was open, a huge erection sticking out the front of his pants. When she saw it, Ellen felt her pussy clench.

“That’s… that’s a horrible thing to say,” Ellen blustered. “I can’t believe you said that to me. You should be ashamed of yourself!”

“Why?” Batman moved closer, now bearing a lewd grin which looked particularly obscene on him. All of him seemed suit for a grim, stoic expression, not one so lascivious. “You have nice tits, Commissioner, that’s all. Do you think I’m the only one who wants to fuck you when they see those nice tits of yours? I bet the whole police force wants into that sweet little pussy you’ve got. But I guess this is like most other days in Gotham. I can do what the GCPD can’t.”

His gloved hands shot out to close around Ellen’s breasts before she knew what was happening. They squeezed, sending the chill of their cool leather, the strength of their grip, deep into Ellen’s flesh. Soon, that feeling had become wanton pleasure, Ellen feeling like she was boiling as Batman kneaded her tits in his fingers.

“Take your hands off of me!” Ellen cried, backing away from him, bumping into the kitchen counter before she could go anywhere else. “You can’t touch me like that! I’ll have you arrested! You—you’re a wanted man!”

“Yeah, you’ve wanted me since I first came in here.” Batman stood directly in front of her, blocking any conceivable escape. “I’m going to fuck you now, Commissioner, and you’re going to remember it every time you stand up at your little podium, every time you hold one of your press conferences. Whenever you say my name, I want you to think about how I’ve been inside you. And what that made you do.”

As quickly as they’d struck at her breasts, Batman’s hands lashed out at her blouse, ripping it off her, exposing her naked tits. His eyes drank in the sight of her fat nipples, each the size of a silver dollar.

“You bastard! How could you? I’ll have the entire police force after you!”

“That’s okay, I only want you.”

Pressing himself closer to her, Batman grabbed one of her breasts and hoisted it upward, into his mouth as he bent down to it. He hungrily sucked on it. His teeth sank lightly into her areola—Batman alternated sucking and grinding his teeth and licking so that Ellen could never grow used to the sensation she was faced with.

The police commissioner cried out and tried to pull away from him, but Batman effortlessly held her in place. He only used one hand. With the other, he reached for her shorts. Ellen attempted to push his hand away, but even both her arms were no match for one of his.

He unzipped her shorts, then slid his gloved hand inside. She felt the smooth leather pushing through her sparse pubic hair, its chill feeling all the stronger when placed next to the soaring bonfire her cunt had become.

“No, Batman, I’ll scream! Don’t touch me there! No, don’t you do it, I’ll—unngghhhh!”

Ellen shuddered convulsively, the sensation of him suckling at her breast now dwarfed by the feeling of being invaded by his fingers, having them plunge deep inside her hot, wet cunt. Ellen stiffened, but her hips didn’t comply—pushing forward, impaling herself on his hand. She could’ve screamed, but she felt lost in a haze, her throbbing arousal making her too weak for any action. Her sex took up all her energy, sucking at Batman’s fingers with a strength the rest of her just didn’t have.

And she didn’t want to do anything. Any resistance she eked out felt like an obscene lie. He was making her too hot for Ellen to mind anything he did to her. She especially loved the sound of him groaning obscenely as he felt how her cunt squeezed at his fingers.

“Fuck, nice and tight, aren’t you? Glad I decided to loosen you up first. This tight pussy of yours might’ve bit my cock right off.”

Batman rapidly pumped his fingers in and out of Ellen’s cunt, feeling the warmth of her gushing juices right through his glove. Her clit was swollen, bumping against his fingertips when he felt it out—and Ellen’s body jerked out of all proportion when he softly rubbed it. Hungrily, but with an air of cool control, Batman sucked on Ellen’s breast until the nipple felt as big as a fruit ripened on the vine.

Moving with complete confidence, Batman hoisted Ellen up and dropped her on the kitchen counter. She sat there, dazed, as he stripped her shorts down her legs. They fell to the linoleum floor. Ellen belatedly moved to grab at them, but they were too far away. And while she flailed, Batman stepped back to admire her nakedness. Again too late, Ellen tried to cover herself with her hands. Her dainty fingers did little good in hiding either her chest or her glossy pink labia.

“Gghh… stop it…” But there were too many moans mixed into Ellen’s protests, too much lust clouding the expression on her face. “You can’t do this to me… no, no, nnnnhh!”

“Heh.” Batman let out a shot of laughter at the sight, then moved in to easily brush Ellen’s hands away and take possession of her once more. He groped her breasts and fingered her sex, his engorged prick jammed up against her taut belly. Ellen squealed at the feel of it, the beat of its rhythmic, lustful pounding.

“You don’t seem to be telling me to stop now,” Batman observed. “You only seem to do that when I’m not touching you. Does that make it easier to remember you’re not supposed to be enjoying this? Not supposed to be a horny little slut that lives for cock?”

“Nnnnn… not true… ‘m the police commissioner,” Ellen stammered out, cutting whatever else she had to say short in order to focus on holding back an orgiastic moan.

Batman chuckled again, slow now, deep in his throat. “Maybe when you’re wearing clothes. Right now, you’re a filthy whore. And you’re mine. I’m going to use you just like that dirty cunt of yours wants to be used. My cocksleeve. My cum dump. And if you ask real nice, I’ll use that cute ass of yours too. Make it my cock holster. Everyone says you have a stick up your ass, Commissioner. I figure you might as well enjoy it.”

He gave her ankles a pull, hauling her off the counter and down to the floor. Ellen let out a pained grunt landing on her ass on the cool linoleum. Then Batman was dropping down on her, pressing her back to the ground with his legs between her thighs.

“No, Batman!” she gasped. “You can’t just fuck me! Stop, stop…”

“Do you really think you’re the kind of girl who says no?” Batman grunted. “That’s almost adorable…”

Batman opened her pale legs wide, parting her moist sex for his cock to pillage. Taking his erection in his fist, he brought it down to her slit, slapping its thickness a few times against her mound. Ellen gulped at the feel of just how much heft his fully engorged cock possessed. Then he centered his helmet on her achingly tight sex and fucked it inside of her. Ellen quivered convulsively, feeling it drilling into her, opening up the walls of her pussy to admit the throbbing girth of his manhood.

Despite the beginnings of a protest being born on her lips, she could only think to lay there and take it, if she could be said to be thinking at all. “No, unnhh…” Her eyes tightly shut, as if to block out the inches upon inches of fat cock pushing inside of her—though all this accomplished was to ensure she was aware of nothing else but her own impalement. “You—can’t fuck me—Batman—nunhh—shit—you’re tearing me apart!”

“Do you not want me to?” Batman taunted her, beaming into her eyes when they flew open with pleasure. “Do you really not want me to fuck that juicy little cunt? It was made for a man’s prick, you hot little bitch. And you were made to be fucked.”

As Ellen’s eyes narrowed with outrage—as much as they could focus through the pleasure clouding her mind—he pumped his hips, making his cock slide even faster into the churning wetness of her sex. Ellen whimpered, giving into the irresistible heat being visited upon her naked body. She could not admit it, but it damn sure felt like everything was as Batman said it was.

She was a sheath for his cock, she had always been meant to be that, and she loved it, loved being fucked. Her walls were spread far apart, but still wetly clinging to Batman’s thrusting maleness. It was such a big, fat invader that she didn’t know how she hadn’t been salivating after it the first time she saw it. Hadn’t she known it would feel like this?

No, she thought deliriously. There was no way she could’ve known. Nothing could’ve prepared her for this.

“Do you like it, Commissioner?” Batman asked her, as he rammed his hips against her spread thighs, as he made her breasts jiggle with the pounding her entire body was taking and feeling, as he rammed every inch of himself where it belonged. “Do you like having this big cock inside you? Does it feel good reaming out your tight pussy?”

Ellen bit her lip and tried to resist nodding, tried even to shake her head, but it took all her energy to fight back the passion that burned inside her and the delighted moans it engendered. She didn’t want to surrender to Batman like this, didn’t want to let him know that he’d fucked her brains out here on her own kitchen floor with his first hilting thrust.

But she couldn’t help herself. Every part of her was succumbing, her pussy long since occupied territory, throbbing convulsively around his stiff member. It felt so good to be fucking again, no, to be fucked. And it was especially good with Batman doing it, the bastard, knowing that he was against everything she stood for, that it was still such a damned good cock that she couldn’t bring herself to care. Only a real slut could enjoy being conquered by such a brute.

“Don’t you like being a whore?” Batman withdrew from Ellen, teasing her by only letting her keep his cockhead inside her. Then he returned it to her, burying himself up to the balls in her burning pussy. He made her love it all over again. “Come on, Commissioner. How can your pussy be squeezing me so hard if it doesn’t love this?”

Then he was fucking her, working his hips, stroking himself steadily into the foaming storm of her cunt. Without even thinking about it, barely knowing she was doing it, Ellen thrust her ass off the floor, rocking it against the cock already penetrating her.

“That’s good, Commissioner,” Batman grunted. “Fuck yourself on my cock. Help me pump that sweet cunt. Fuck, that pussy feels good. Wet and goddamn tight. But the best part is how you’re drooling, eyes flickering back in your head, just waiting to come. I can tell you love being my cock holster. You love it even more than I love fucking that hot cunt.”

His obscene words rained down on Ellen’s mind, stroking her pleasure just like he was doing with his prick’s driving thrusts. Her breasts felt swollen, the nipples stiff and tingling with the same lust she felt between her legs. She missed having Batman suck on them, and would’ve touched them if all her energy weren’t wound up in how her pussy clasped and fluttered around Batman’s jackhammering prick.