Bat update

It was adorable, the way Selina tried to pretend she wasn’t some… animal driven by mating, food, and the odd moment of terror. At least, Poison Ivy found it so. After months of hanging onto Kirk Langstrom—not that he minded, with the way Selina pacified him and his other half—now Selina was insisting on coming up with a plan and pretending that was her interest in him. It was all so funny, in an annoyingly hypocritical way. And after how smug Selina was about Ivy’s interest in Harley. At least Harley could talk… much as Ivy often wished she wouldn’t.

So now, Selina was hosting a livestream, ‘revealing’ that she’d reverse-engineered Kirk’s ‘condition’ and that if Gotham didn’t pay her a ransom, she’d turn everyone in the city into a Man-Bat. It was all a bit gauche, not Selina’s style at all, but Ivy had long since realized mammals got weird when it came to a good fuck. What was really important was how this presented her with an opportunity to take Selina down a peg. And just to be civic-minded, Ivy would let all of Gotham watch. 

“Oh, Seliners? Seliny-poo?” Ivy called, dialing her husky voice up to a desperately unconvincing sweetness.

Selina paused in the middle of her overripe performance, no longer ranting about society’s mistreatment of animals (her literal pet cause) but reacting to Ivy’s voice. She frowned with chagrin, but contained her irritation. It was obvious to her that Ivy was trying to get a rise out of her. With dominatrix control, she refused to be goaded.

“What?” Selina replied, making her own voice as sweetly high-pitched.

“I think your pet got loose…”

Selina turned away from her computer, facing Ivy behind her and meeting Ivy’s eyes. Ivy regarded her smugly for a moment, a sense of anticipation being telegraphed across the space between them, and then her eyes swung in a long sweeping arc—indicating the corner of the room.

Selina’s eyes followed Ivy’s indications, then stopped, very wide, very… understanding.

She had kept Man-Bat on hand to demonstrate to her viewing public that she had indeed figured out how the transformation worked—or rather, that the scientists she had bribed and threatened and seduced had done it for her. She’d kept him in a cage, with a collar around his neck and a length of chain tying it to a D-ring further installed on the floor… showing off how savage, how dangerous this monster was just in the singular. 

But now Man-Bat was free. He stood motionless, yet alert—as if obediently following instructions while carefully listening for further orders. And not, Selina knew, from her. Harley was crazy enough to let Man-Bat loose, but only Ivy and her damn pheromones could’ve possibly controlled the creature like this.

Ivy snapped her fingers, commandingly, and Man-Bat dutifully approached her, though every step had it shaking with barely restrained fury. Not against her, but a raw, animalistic need to dominate and hunt. Man-Bat could not be calm without that impulse being sated.

He knelt at Ivy’s feet, head raised in anticipation of the affectionate pat Ivy gave him. “Good boy… now let’s play a game.”

Man-Bat snarled happily.

Selina’s eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them, male and female, human and animal. Her mind swirled with confusion, with anger. What did Ivy have planned for her? How did it involve Man-Bat? She looked questioningly at the monster, and now, some flow of energy, pheromones, instinct directed her gaze down the light brown fur of the creature’s belly to the long sheath of his bestial cock. She took in its firmness, realizing Ivy’s intentions.

“Oh no… no way… I would never…”

“Really? Because you two have been doing something that keeps me awake all night long, so why don’t you show us all what it is? Unless you think your little threat won’t be as intimidating with the women of Gotham knowing what this thing can do…”

Selina’s mind rushed madly from one nightmare scenario to the another. Was Ivy asking her to… she was. With the camera running. With all of Gotham watching her. She couldn’t. No one would ever respect her again. They’d see her as a slut, a nymphomaniac—fucking a monster like Man-Bat. She’d forever after be marked as his mate.

“Oh, now you’re hesitant? Must be the first time. I’ve heard him mounting you two, three times a day since you brought him to our little hideout. Well, this time you don’t have a choice. You can either relieve some of the pressure that Man-Bat’s under or…” Ivy shrugged fatalistically. “Things get messy.”

Selina’s body shook like a leaf in high wind. Ivy knew her too well, knew exactly how to get to her. As mortifying as she found this, the sheer taboo of it and the prospect of going another round with Man-Bat—possibly the most satisfying lover she’d ever known—were turning her on. Selina decided to ride that fraught arousal as far as she could. She reached out and took hold of the sheath of Man-Bat’s cock, stroking it along his length. Man-Bat writhed impatiently with her caresses.

“It’ll take more than that to satisfy Man-Bat,” Ivy laughed. “He’s gotten used to those tight little holes of yours. Let’s not deprive him now. Get down on your knees, Selina, and suck him off! Come on, I want to see what you two get up to at night!”

Selina fell to her knees. Man-Bat inched closer. Selina put her cheek against his warm belly, trying to reassure him with her contact that relief was coming soon. Then she stroked his long, sheath-encased manhood once more. With Ivy looking on, she rolled her hand from one end of his member to the other. Finally, it appeared… the burly scarlet tip of Man-Bat’s long, animalistic cock, protruding from its protective sheath, slowly moving to present itself to Selina. 

She took a long, hard breath to contain her own lust. Even after all this time, and under these unforgiving circumstances, the knowledge of what that massive prick could do to her made Selina’s cunt throb warmly against her panties—she could even feel its resonance against the sturdy leather of her catsuit’s crotch.

“Now, suck it!” Ivy ordered. “And turn your head so I can watch. I want to see just how much you love having that bat-cock in your mouth!”

Selina took a deep breath, storing in her chest, hoisting her breasts high—and then did as she’d been told. She pushed the degradation of her audience to the back of her mind, where it flourished into a fresh surge of arousal… she couldn’t ignore it no matter how hard she tried… she thought of being seen with everything she did, as she opened her lips, as she took the head of Man-Bat’s cock into her moist mouth, as the shaft penetrated further and further between her ovalled lips until reaching the back of her throat. Not only Ivy, but Gotham City could see all of it. Could they see how much she liked the sweet, tangy taste… how it tempted her into drawing her tongue all over the reddened forepart of Man-Bat’s erection?

Man-Bat responded to her tongue as though he could sense her growing enthusiasm, hunching over her, resting his taloned hands on her head as she sucked his phallus with newfound appreciation of its flavor. She moved her hands to his balls, caressing them with her cool leather gloves, and a long low keening came from the creature’s throat. His arms flexed convulsively, flapping his leathery wingspan with a gust of wind in all directions.

Selina hollowed out her cheeks as she welcomed his long, pulsating cock into her mouth. She sunk her teeth into its robust engorgement—not enough to hurt Man-Bat, but somehow sharing with him the excitement of his awful depravity. She was growing so much hotter now than she ever though she could be. This was all… enjoyable in how wicked it was, how forbidden. Yes… yes, she did suck Man-Bat’s cock… she took it into her pussy, took it all the way to her womb, and all of Gotham knew it, all of Gotham could see she loved fucking him.

“Suck it, cunt! Show everyone how much you want his cum!” Ivy ordered, crouching down behind the kneeling Selina. “And don’t forget, snookums, all that was your doing,” she continued in a stage whisper. “Now let’s see what happens when we remove your inhibition altogether!”

Holding up her palm, she blew across her outstretched hand, sending tendrils of sparkling pheromones through the air. Selina smelled their tart scent as she breathed them in, strong and heady—going right to her skull, and then deeper, lower, into the pit of her stomach and beyond. Her inhibitions shifted inside her; became as insubstantial as spider-webs. It was like she was suddenly forced to admit to the vague tinglings inside her, bringing them to the forefront of her consciousness.

She thirsted for Man-Bat’s cum… desperately needed it to gush down her throat, even to choke her as it spurted in a thick, endless torrent down into her belly. It felt good to admit it—she sucked and licked and tongued Man-Bat’s prick, and as she did, she reached inside her costume to feel out the sensitivity of her erect little clit. Selina closed her eyes as she touched it, savoring with abandon how good it felt to touch and be touched. Man-Bat rocked his hips against her face, his long cock sliding perfectly into her pursed lips, his sinewy musculature jerking needfully as she fondled his furry balls with her free hand.

“Mmmm… yesss… fuuuck…” Selina moaned distractedly around Man-Bat’s phallus, swelling hotly to claim her mouth. She knelt before him to give the creature her mouth, moaning as she was used for his feral pleasure. She was delighted to be his fuckhole—almost as delighted as she would be to take all the cum he would give her once he was done with her mouth.

And Ivy was delighted to watch Selina’s surrender. She was as amused as she was aroused to watch Selina touch herself like she was getting off on the blowjob just as much as the monster she was servicing. By the Green, what a slut she was. She was sucking Man-Bat’s cock like it would actually bring on her own climax, one gloved hand warmly fondling his downy scrotum, her other hand down between her legs, working tirelessly to keep up with the pleasure her mouth was giving the monster.

All of Selina’s other thoughts melted away, leaving room for only her need for cum, and the orgasm that pleasing Man-Bat would surely bring with it. Shame and humiliation disappeared. Without them to hold her back, she felt an uncontrollable desire for more. Her ravenous passion grew insanely in proportion with her masturbation, making her own wildly quivering sex cry out for relief. She ground her pussy against her hand with all of the energy that wasn’t put into sucking and tonguing Man-Bat’s sweet cock. She heard telltale panting from both of them and knew they were almost one in ecstasy. She had never felt closer to anyone than she did to Man-Bat in his raw, animal want.

Man-Bat’s monstrous body quivered, convulsed, pushed to the limits of its endurance by Selina’s efforts. Suddenly, Selina’s mouth filled with thick, warm seed, gagging her, slithering and oozing into her throat, making her hungrily gulp with a battering ram of instinct. Like a starved woman, she sucked and swallowed, drawing out the beast’s pleasure. He keened with approval and her body shivered in mutual delight, some undercurrent of her perversion turning his cum into a salve for her orgasmic flesh. As if a man’s shaft were plunging into her seething sex, she reached climax, having to cry out but unable to with Man-Bat’s rutting prick fucking her face. It tasted even sweeter with the cum boiling out of it, the way it plugged fulfillingly into her mouth making her crazy with primal lust.

Finally, it was over. Man-Bat’s huge erection deflated as it pulled from her supplicatory mouth. She licked her lips, finding the taste of his cum all over them, down her chin, leaking onto her unzipped catsuit and exposed breasts. She was awash with him.

“That was a good start,” Ivy said, watching with interest as Man-Bat’s cum rolled down inside the open cleavage of Selina’s costume like a pearlescent sheen on Selina’s sweaty skin. “But now let’s really show Gotham what a good lover Man-Bat is. He doesn’t just get sucked, does he Selina? He returns the favor!”

“Jesus, Ivy,” Selina protested as she found her catsuit suddenly too warm, too rough, too constricting to stay in. She ripped the zipper the rest of the way down to her pubis and struggled out of the confining leather. “Ivy, no…”

But even as she demurred… as she thought of what everyone watching must think, not only having seen her service a monster, but now about to watch her get off on his attentions… a thrill of anticipation shot through her body. 

Ivy bit her fingernail as she watched Selina step out of her discarded catsuit, her body pert and perfect, her creamy skin perfectly complimenting the supple muscles and fine bone structure that continued through every inch of her flesh. The woman could’ve been the statue of some master craftsman, come to miraculous life. And yet here she was, about to be plundered by a gruesome monster out of some chthonian nightmare. It made her naked body even more alluring.

“Damn, Selina. Any woman who looks like that deserves to have her cunt eaten… wouldn’t you say?” Ivy mused huskily.

“Jesus Christ,” Selina breathed, shocked by what Ivy was suggesting and even more shocked by how it turned her on. All of Gotham was watching. She should’ve been scandalized, incensed.

“Yes,” she heard herself say. “Please!”

“Lie down. Spread those legs. Let’s see how Man-Bat likes the taste of that pussy.”

Selina lay down on her back, raising and parting her knees, opening herself up with a swift throb of tension in her pussy as she spread herself to Man-Bat’s gaze, the cool feel of open air, and the anticipation of the coming tongue.

“Go on, beastie. Have a taste…”

Man-Bat dropped to all fours, his wings flaring up to give him the appearance of a monstrously hunched back as he clambered over Selina, snorting his hot breath against her womanhood. Selina groaned, squirmed, her lust warring with the sheer degradation of having this creature by her sex. Then the two merged as Man-Bat licked her with the biggest, roughest, hottest tongue she’d ever felt, its feverishly warm touch running from between her buttocks all the way to her belly button.

“Gahhh!” Selina’s hips spiked, driving her crotch a foot into the air as Man-Bat’s tongue washed over her swollen pussy lips and her tingling clit. Her breasts rolled across her chest as she writhed and shuddered with each slap of the monster’s sloppy tongue. She was in rapture as he licked all over her sex, dousing it in sweltering saliva that only made her more aroused, more sensitive, turned every touch of Man-Bat’s tongue into a moment of orgasm. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Then his tongue was gone, replaced by a palpable feeling of his presence, his dark shadow ice-cold as it fell over her. The monstrous cock that had stretched her jaw now pressed firmly against her sex. Selina slapped it away in her sudden cringing fright, but Ivy grabbed her wrists.

“Come on, Selina—Man-Bat doesn’t just want to lick you. He wants your cunt. I’d say he’s earned it, wouldn’t you?”

Some last-ditch firing among her brain cells tried to preserve her dignity. Her cunt was warm, wet, soft. It needed a cock. But Man-Bat’s was so big. And it was depraved. Unthinkable. “It’s too big, Ivy… it’ll kill me.”

“It hasn’t yet,” Ivy smirked. “Do it, Selina. You know you want to.”

Selina looked at the beast’s massive, throbbing erection, the huge red knob already wet with her juices, evidence of the arousal she could even now feel flooding her body. A deep breath lifted her modest breasts, making them feel plump and swollen—as heated as the rest of her. No matter how she tried not to think about it, her heart pounded faster and harder. She licked her dry lips. 

Selina reached down and took hold of Man-Bat’s cock with the gloves she still wore, rubbing his erection up and down her slit. It felt blazing hot, singeing her clit wonderfully. As he felt her own heat burning into his cockhead, Man-Bat snorted and stomped his feet, more than ready to be buried in her. Selina snatched her hand away as he shoved into her, stretching her wetly splayed pussy to its limit just to accommodate the glans of his huge cockhead.

“Unnh!” Selina groaned, pained, yet trembling with arousal that had never been greater. She knew what came next. She knew Gotham was watching. Everyone from Poison Ivy on down was going to see how she loved being the Man-Bat’s mate.

“Take it, Selina! Fuck him!” Ivy demanded, excitement more than evident in her sultry voice. Selina was being fucked so hard that even Ivy was getting off on it.

Caught between her shameful arousal and Man-Bat’s desperate need for her cunt, his massive tip slowly and painfully opened her up.

“AGHHH!” Selina cried as his cockhead pumped into her, followed quickly by his immense shaft, filling her fuller and fuller. With every moment, she thought she was stuffed full, and with every moment after that, Man-Bat fed more of his cock into her. She couldn’t believe it. Cringing, knowing from depraved experience what she’d see, Selina looked down and found half of Man-Bat’s monstrous erection still outside of her pussy.

Selina screamed in full-throated enjoyment of how fucked she was, in every possible way, like she was riding a roller coaster and it had just started going downhill. Ivy smiled wickedly and snapped her fingers once more. Man-Bat jerked forward, his battering ram of a cock stretching Selina’s inner walls until she thought her pussy was surely broken, ruined for other men, nothing but this hulking monstrosity able to give her pleasure now.

“ARRGHHH!” Selina howled as Man-Bat’s enormous hunk of cock embedded itself in her with that one strong stroke. Her mind blanked out, overdosed on the pleasured pain of being totally his, and her body went numb except for the furnace-hot heat of being stretched and rubbed by the mammoth impalement inside her. Her arms and legs flailed slackly into the air as she spasmed with each steady pump of Man-Bat’s fat cock into her limp body. It took all her faculties just to cry out in bliss as he pistoned into her.

“My goodness, Selina!” Ivy cooed, watching her friend and victim’s lower belly bulge with Man-Bat’s thrusts inside her. She reached down to help—squeezing and milking Selina’s tits in her hands. If Selina enjoyed it, she could give no more outward sign than she was already giving… except perhaps start to drool. “I guess that’s a pretty big cock. The biggest you’ve ever taken, safe to say?”

Insensate as she was, Selina still registered the unspoken command in Ivy’s honeyed words. A spike of pheromonal lust burned inside her, demanding her attention despite her mind otherwise being shattered by what was happening to her—knowing only a vague sense of humiliation as she felt herself being watched…

“Yes!” she cried, eager to go back to the unthinking oblivion of her pleasure. “Bigger than Robin… bigger than Nightwing!”

Ivy grinned. She could only imagine the reaction that was getting from the other Bat in Selina’s life. “Speaking of big, your breasts feel a little fuller than usual. Any reason for that?”

The pollen made Selina hyperaware of Ivy, every nuance of her words, every inflection, every bit of body language. It was the sole thing keeping her conscious as ecstasy overwhelmed her. “I’m… I’m pregnant!”

“Really? Oh, no. You haven’t been messing around with that Bradley boy again, have you?”

“No, no, it’s… it’s… Man-Bat, he… fucking bred me!”

As if in agreement, Man-Bat roared. Selina felt him blow like a firehose inside her, stuffing her sore pussy with his cum, fiery yet soothing, thick and sticky on every part of herself that she could feel. Her body responded as if slaved to his massive orgasm and she came, her cunt devouring his maleness as she loudly cried out her pleasure.

Ivy watched Selina’s body arc up in the air, with the overflow of Man-Bat’s cum running from the sides of her full cunt. It ran like melting candle wax over her ass and thighs, puddling on the floor. Ivy held a cupped hand at Selina’s perineum, gathering some of the prodigious overflow, and licked experimentally at the pool in her hand before pouring the rest into Selina’s moaning mouth.

“Mmmmhh!” Selina groaned, gulping it down as if she any choice. Just to rub it in that she didn’t, Ivy pushed her hand into Selina’s face, smearing the cum all over her with Selina desperately licking at it, ending up sucking on Ivy’s dripping fingers.

“I’d say you’ve done enough,” Ivy said to Man-Bat. He obediently, if regretfully, pulled himself from Selina’s cunt and she whined in some combination of relief, disappointment, and satisfaction as the fuck officially came to an end.

Ivy pulled her hand away and Selina followed unconsciously after it, babbling even as she tried to get her mouth back on Ivy’s cum-coated hand. “Oh God, Ivy… you can’t imagine what it’s like… how good it is… how good he is…”

Ivy stopped baiting her, running her hand through Selina’s short black hair to wipe off most of Man-Bat’s cum. Selina moaned in dismay—still lusting after his seed even with it bulging out of her stomach—then she closed her eyes and lost consciousness with a twitching smile. A trickle of white cum still ran from the bottom of her slack pussy. In her sleep, Selina moaned with every dollop that fell from her cunt.

Ivy looked from Selina’s cum-ravaged body to Man-Bat’s rampant cock, not able to tell which was more tempting. Whatever she decided, however, she’d be more circumspect about it than Selina. Flashing the webcam a smile, Ivy shut the laptop. Whatever happened for the rest of the night would be her secret.