What Happens In Khadym...

At times, it was good for Selina to self-reflect. That was a rare skill in Gotham, and now she was in Khadym, sweating her ass off in black leather, bruised and bad-hair-dayed from fighting an army of ninjas. Bruce at least had taken the lion’s share of them. Now she had to take on Talia al Ghul.

If anyone asked, it was to get Holly Robinson, to reverse Selina’s conviction for the vigilante killings and get her free and clear again. Insane, and like most insane things in her life, related to Bruce, but that wasn’t the half of it. The fact was Talia was Bruce’s ex, the mother of his child, and she’d have something to say about him getting married. And as long as she was going to say something, Selina preferred Talia do it to her face. Before the wedding. She didn’t want Princess Jasmine ruining her big day.

“Do you have a sword?” Talia asked. 

“Don’t need one,” Selina retorted, uncoiling her whip and giving it a vindictive trial snap.

Despite Bruce’s talk of her as the deadliest woman in the world—because God forbid anyone in this love triangle be normal—she looked beautiful. Her leather catsuit was crisp, pristine, the kind of thing Selina would’ve happily worn, the same void-black as her shoulder-length hair. Her skin was a sumptuous, honeyed shade of tan, desert sweat glistening on the curvature of her breast, visible through her unzipped leathers. She was voluptuous and Selina was reminded unpleasantly of the fact that Talia was Damian’s mother, with those MILF breasts and child-bearing hips. Even more insultingly, her face was more than a match for her body, pristine and perfect, like a statue that’d been carved long ago by an old master like Michelangelo, and now had weathered the years, losing all weakness, all defects, until all that was left was merciless flawlessness. Damian was going to grow into a little heartbreaker with her in his genes.

Selina lashed out with her whip, dragging its tip across Talia’s face, opening up a cut from her ear halfway to her nose. Talia hissed and brought up her sword, but Selina whipped her again, this time drawing the whip across her belly so it slit open her catsuit and carved into her flesh as well. Selina unfurled the whip again, hoping to land a blow on Talia’s shoulder, possibly render the arm useless, but this time Talia got her sword up and the whip wrapped around it instead. 

The cord was too well-made to be cut, but it still tethered Selina and Talia together. Talia yanked heavily on her sword, pulling Selina off her feet. She landed on her face, saw a rapidly growing shadow as she pulled herself up—then Talia landing in a crouch in front of her, bringing the hilt of her sword down on Selina’s head. Selina felt a thundering explosion rip through her consciousness, heard a crack and knew the heat of blood running under her scalp… but she was still present enough to roll to the side, coming up to her feet to face the battered Talia with a possible concussion pounding around her skull.

She stirred the whip around herself, flicking its tail through the sand, drawing up little curtains of smoke—then snapping it at the ground around Talia, testing her resolve, before striking at her wrist. Talia didn’t drop her sword as Selina had hoped, bearing the pain as the tail wrapped around her wrist, but this time Selina was the one to jerk hard on the line, pulling Talia off-balance before sending her with a kick through one of the crumbling walls of the ruin that surrounded them. Talia cried out as she was used as a wrecking ball, bone splintering with the trip through the masonry, flesh no doubt bruised beneath her now dirtied catsuit. She came up to her feet and did a bravado twirl with her sword, just to emphasize her skill. 

Selina flicked her whip so it looped around her neck, out of the way, and held up her hands placatingly.

“Okay, that’s enough. Now that we’ve both gotten some scratches in, how about a talk and not just terse one-liners?” Selina asked, walking towards Talia. “Not to be too self-aware while I’m wearing cat-ears, but when it all comes down to it, aren’t we fighting over a man? I know you put the ‘immortal terrorist death-cult’ in traditionalist, but still… not very feminist.”

“I preferred it when you just meowed,” Talia said. Her accented voice was still sexy, a sultry caress full of smoke and sweetness.

“I’m just saying, it’s not like it’s going to accomplish anything if you kill me. If he’s not fucking your catsuit off now, he’s not going to do it when I’m dead.”

“The way I hear it, he’s barely fucking you now. Had to be dragged, brooding and anguishing, into a relationship. Do you really think he’ll go through with this courtship?” Talia taunted.

Selina scowled. “I’m starting to get why your family settles everything with swordfights.” 

“Perhaps I won’t kill you. Perhaps I’ll just teach you a lesson, heal you up in the Lazarus Pit, and then show Bruce once and for all that I can fuck better than you ever could.” Talia smiled, showing teeth that gleamed as brightly as her sword. “Not to insult your professional standards, of course.”

“I happen to love Bruce and I’ll do anything to keep him. I don’t care if you did get knocked up. He doesn’t love you. And even if all he cared about was the best lay he could get, I can outfuck you any day of the week. But as long as we’re deciding who gets to keep him, I’d rather kick your ass.”

“Your insolence annoys. I’m almost irritated enough to claw out your eyes, but I wouldn’t soil my hands.”

“Don’t worry, I’m fine with soiling mine.” She slapped Talia across the face.

“You little whore!” Talia cursed.

Forgetting her sword, she lunged at Selina, ripping at her clothes and clawing at her face. Selina fell heavily to the sand with Talia on top of her. They clung to each other in a tangled battle on the ground, hands flailing at each other, legs kicking vindictively. Talia’s fingernails dug into Selina’s face, carving scarlet lines across her cheek bones, while Selina grabbed Talia’s head and rammed it against a rock. While Talia was dazed, Selina grasped her catsuit and ripped it, exposing one maddeningly perfect breast. 

Talia ignored her nudity, blocking the blow Selina sent for her face, then yowled as Selina scratched across her bare breast, marring its supple weight with bleeding claw marks. Talia threw herself full-length onto Selina, actually biting her, digging her teeth into Selina’s neck. Selina cried out as blood burst from jugular and filled Talia’s mouth—the Demon’s Daughter swallowing with a satisfied ahhh of taste savored. 

Even as her blood left her, adrenaline flooded Selina’s body. She rolled on top of Talia, covered her bite mark with her hand, while using the elbow of that same arm to pivot into Talia’s face, smashing in her cheekbone. Talia’s mouth filled with blood, her own this time, and as she chopped at Selina, trying to break the pressure of Selina holding her wound shut, Selina pistoned her other fist into Talia’s side. 

“Fucker!” Selina spat, knuckles jamming into Talia’s ribs, grinding into the bone, reducing them to dust like they were between a mortar and pestle. “Goddamn cunt!” 

Talia slashed her fingers across Selina’s face, forcing Selina to turn her head and close her eyes to avoid losing them—then, Talia had a grip on Selina’s left hand, bending the fingers backward, wrenching it off the vampiric bite. Selina cried out as her wrist was twisted, as Talia levered them both into a new position where Selina was flat on her face, blood freely flowing from her opened jugular, while Talia bent her arm behind her back, cackling as she forced the elbow to the point of popping.

“Bitch! You bitch!” Selina roared. “I’ll get you for this! You’re dead, you hear me!” But to her own ears, her words were anemic, choked of life. The world was stepping back, distancing itself from her. Everything fuzzy, blunted, wrapped in cotton. Even the heat of the blood spurting from her neck seemed lukewarm. “You’re fucking… dead…”

Her words slurred as she lost consciousness. Then, drooling, bleeding, she died.

Talia snapped her neck to be sure, savoring the crack that echoed through the desert like a rifle shot. Then, holding Selina’s ankle, she began to drag her body across the sand. 

***

Selina woke up feeling infused, sore, spaced out, high. She started to wonder what had happened—had it all been a dream?—but then she felt Talia grinding a strap-on against her slit. Selina’s mind rebelled, taking in all of her surroundings in one terrified gulp: she was in a cave, lit by a malignant green glow from some bubbling slime nearby, surely the source of the acrid smell she picked up. Her tired mind might’ve connected that with the Lazarus Pits she’d heard about if it wasn’t then that she realized how big the dildo was—and what Talia intended to do with it.

“No, NO!” Selina cried. “It’s too big! I can’t take it!”

“Pussies are made to stretch,” Talia said with sadistic glee, finding Selina’s distress arousing. She had stripped naked for the occasion, wearing nothing but her strap-on, while Selina still wore the shreds of the costume she had been defeated in. “And whores are made to be fucked.”

“Don’t you dare!” Selina shrieked, eyes practically turning red with her anger. “Don’t you fucking dare, Talia, I mean it, I—“

Talia only smiled, working the dildo up and down the lips of Selina’s pussy. Selina tried to free her hands, but Talia had bound them behind her back with her own whip. She was tied to a stalagmite, cuffed to it as surely as Batman had ever left her trussed up after catching her.

Despite her reputation and Talia’s veiled insinuations, it had been a long time since anything but Bruce’s six-inch cock had been inside her. Now the tip of a twelve-inch dildo was being forced inside her.

“Ohhhh, FUCK!” Selina cried, feeling her cuntlips opening up to take the dildo’s massive tip. She couldn’t believe her pussy was stretching so much. Barely able to breathe, she was filled by the huge knob of Talia’s strap-on, her cruelly stretched pussy throbbing around every painful inch of the dildo. “Take it out! Please take it out!”

“Just try to enjoy it,” Talia leered, finally able to stand looking at Selina’s face now that she appeared frightened out of her wits. She tried to absorb every detail of Selina’s stricken expression as she pushed the dildo brutally into the back of Selina’s pussy. 

“Ahhhhh! It hurts!” Selina cried, nearly in hysterics. “Stop! Stop!”

Talia enjoyed Selina’s discomfort as much as she did the dildo’s base grinding against her aroused cunt. She wouldn’t stop for the world. The big dildo pushed and grinded into Selina until two-thirds of the thick shaft were buried in a pussy that only seemed to have room for half. Wanting to see Selina take the entire length, Talia rocked her hips forward desperately, expanding Selina’s tight passage as the dildo probed forward.

“JESUS CHRIST!” Selina screamed, grinding her teeth. “I can’t take it! I can’t!”

“You have to,” Talia said smugly. “You’re my whore now. My whore takes everything I give her.”

She kept pushing, cramming, keeping up the steady rhythm that drove the strap-on into Selina inch by inch, deeper and deeper. Selina gaped, relief washing over her tortured body as she felt the flesh of Talia’s thighs finally press into her groin. She’d taken all of the massive dildo.

“Rotten bitch!” Selina croaked, her eyes tired but full of anger as she felt herself pulsate around the thickness of her impalement, all of her pained, stretched.

“You’ll get used to it,” Talia taunted, drawing back out of Selina with agonizing slowness, making sure to rub the dildo against Selina’s clit as it left her. 

In the relief of her passage being allowed to close, Selina also felt a quiver of pleasure run through her. She gasped and as if she’d provoked Talia, the other woman brutally thrust back inside her.

“Ghhhhh!” Selina moaned, somehow enjoying the solid impact of the dildo’s tip into the depths of her cunt.

The pain deliciously settled over her body, making it feel wonderfully alive as her pussy pulsed again, electric, fiery. Talia slowly pulled back, then rammed almost all of the strap-on back inside of her.

“Nh! Yes! Nnn…” Selina cooed in wild pleasure, the pain having totally shaken her resolve, now making her an animal to Talia’s savage fucking. She could only be grateful that it had stopped hurting, that she felt so good. “I—I’m going to come! Going to—now! Shit! Nowww!”

As Talia’s dildo fiercely battered away at her slick pussy, Selina found her hips helplessly rocking back into the deliciously thrusting strap-on. She groaned incessantly, unable to resist savoring the wicked feeling as it grew into an explosion of light and satisfaction. She’d never orgasmed like this before. Selina writhed out of control as the frenzied sensation filled her whole body. She was lost in it; nothing existed but her ecstasy.

“AHHH!” she groaned as the blessed feel of relief spread over her, dazing her senses to everything but the magnificence of what Talia had forced her into feeling.

“Mm,” Talia purred, enjoying the state to which she’d reduced Selina to, how even her enemy couldn’t resist her. “You certainly don’t just lie back and think of England. I’d say you put up more of a fight here than when I killed you.”

With the rapture leaving her, her afterglow tinged with bitterness and pain, Selina seemed to come to her senses—remembering what Talia had done to her, feeling the Lazarus Pit on her skin, in her system, tasting it on the inside of her teeth. She was stricken. Talia hadn’t just beaten her, she’d humiliated Selina, filled her with the shame of surrendering to the pleasure this hateful bitch had given her.

Fortunately, revenge couldn’t take long. Selina was intimately familiar with her whip—literally. She had tied a thousand knots with it; it’d been a regular fixture in her and Bruce’s bedroom. Now, flicking her claws out, she could manipulate it with endless precision… and Talia was no dominatrix. She’d tied a sloppy knot. Selina easily undid it while Talia gloated over her.

“What’s next? Your ass, maybe? Yes, I think I’ll ruin that before I let you go. Bruce can have you if he wants you, but we’ll see how much fun he has when all your holes are gaping voids…”

With the whip unwound, Selina brought it in front of her, looping it around the back of Talia’s neck and pulling her in to a headbutt. Talia grunted as her nose shattered against Selina’s forehead. Selina’s only regret was that her mask didn’t really let her feel it. She yanked Talia in again, intending to break her jaw with another headbutt, but Talia counterintuitively slipped forward and dropped under the whip, escaping. 

Or at least, ducking down into Selina’s knee as she raised it up into her jaw to do terrible things to her smile. Talia staggered back, spitting blood, and Selina came to her feet, both gloves of diamond-tipped claws extended as Talia stumbled for where her sword was thrust down into the ground…

Selina lunged for her, raking her claws across Talia’s back with ten gouts of arterial blood spurting free. Talia cried out and missed the mark, cringing hand slipping off the sword’s upthrust hilt as she passed by it. 

Selina grabbed the hilt, but used it to gymnastically vault up and over, driving her booted heel into Talia’s face. This time, Talia’s jaw shattered, the woman screaming out bloody vowels with chunks of tooth as she was sent flying. Her insensate body smashed through a stalagmite before she laid still, her body looking as broken as an old doll.

“What’s that?” Selina asked Talia’s body as she pulled the sword from the earth. “Nothing to say about what a slut I am, getting off on having you ravage me? Oh, live it up, baby, because I did enjoy it. I came fucking hard. But you really should’ve bought me dinner first, because I’m that bitch and now I’m gonna enjoy giving you a sword up the ass even more than that fucking dildo, which I’ll be taking with me by the—“

Talia had been playing possum. As Selina closed in, she roared up into a flailing leap at Selina, wielding the stalagmite’s broken tip like a dagger. Selina reared back, but she was taken by surprise, only able to scream as Talia buried the sharp edge into her shoulder. Its tip punched out of Selina’s back, the rocky length puncturing Selina’s flesh radiating pain through a body she’d thought had been too tired to hurt so bad. The sword fell from her quaking hand as if magnetically repelled.

Selina screamed as she reverted to instinct, rolling back with the blow and kicking out with her foot, hitting Talia in the gut with her long leg at full extension. Talia doubled over as Selina landed on her back, blood spurting from the front of her impalement and rolling down her shoulder blade, hot and viscous at the other end of the stalagmite. 

“Lowborn bitch,” Talia groaned, blood red on her grimacing mouth. “I’ll—“

Selina locked her boots together on Talia’s neck, pulling her down to stamp her face into the cave floor. Talia tried to scramble up, but Selina snaked around her again, this time getting her thighs around Talia’s throat. She squeezed and squeezed, feeling Talia pummeling her body with closed fists, blunted by her body armor but still working bruises out of her tanned skin and blood, no doubt, out of her internal organs. 

Selina wrenched herself up, keeping Talia in her leglock. She couldn’t let Talia keep punching her. Her insides would break before Talia’s trained fists did. So she brought a clawed glove to Talia’s face and dragged it from chin to hairline. Talia screamed in pure, enraged pain as her face split open, blood instantly covering it. 

“You’ll what? Bleed?” Selina asked, and tightened her leglock again, no matter how it pained her battered body. More than winning, she wanted to hate Talia. To make her hurt, suffer, feel the agony of defeat. “What’s the matter, Talia, not a leg woman? Bruce loves having these thighs wrapped around him. You can call me a slut, but I have a lot more experience with that than you!”

With a final throb of corded muscles in Selina’s thighs, which recalled the lingering satiation she felt from her orgasm, Talia’s neck cracked. She let out what little breath she’d been holding onto and slumped down to let what remained of her blood trickle from her ruined face and savaged body.

Selina kept squeezing her thighs together. Even with Talia’s head in the way, it felt good. Reawakening the lust that Talia had hatefully awoken in her with the assault. “Then again, who needs experience when you’re a natural? You really made me come hard just now, Talia. How about an encore?”

***

Selina took none of the chances that Talia had. She hog-tied Talia with her own shredded leathers before throwing her into the Lazarus Pit’s waters, pulled her out with the whip and immediately sat, bare-assed, on her face.

“Do you know what Bruce and I did before we found you, camped out in the desert with no one around for miles?” Selina asked as Talia regained consciousness, working herself up into a frenzy. “We fucked. That’s right, Talia. We treated this whole mission as one big romantic getaway. And you know what else? I let him fuck me in the ass. That’s right. He fucked my ass and he came in my ass and you can probably still taste him. Drink Bruce’s cum, Talia. Suck it out of my ass, because that’s the only way you’ll ever have it again. And if you don’t…”

Selina brought the whip down on Talia’s stomach. The Lazarus Pit had restored her skin to its customary flawlessness, but her body seemed to remember how much pain the whip could inflict. Even with only a lightly scalding touch, Talia writhed in agony, mute with Selina’s ass muffling her face. 

“What’s the matter, Talia? Don’t you like Bruce’s cum? I thought you wanted it? Eat it, you whore! Oh, you may be the Demon’s Daughter, but to me, you’re just my bitch!”

Selina swung the whip madly, scoring it across Talia’s breasts, her belly, her thighs, drawing blood but only gingerly. She didn’t want Talia to escape into sweeping agony, have her mind shut down under unbearable pain. She wanted Talia to feel all of it and most especially smell the musk Bruce had left behind when he sodomized Selina, his muscular body pounding away at her svelte buttocks, his cum filling her rectum until Selina felt as if she’d just wolfed down a nine-course meal.

Then Selina froze, the whip dangling from her hand. She’d felt Talia’s tongue moving between her buttocks—lapping at her anus. Talia let out a muffled noise against the flesh that surrounded her face; it might’ve been a moan.

“Still tastes sweet, doesn’t it?” Selina cooed, setting down the whip on Talia’s sternum and patting her belly. She hoped Talia hadn’t had a big lunch. Before they were done, she expected that stomach to be full of Bruce’s secondhand cum. “Sweet cum from my sweet ass.”

Bruce was right—Talia wasn’t so bad. They just had to come to an understanding. And Selina felt like she would come any minute…