Bat

The first few fingers Selina slipped inside herself were bitterly disappointing. It was ridiculous—her body, usually so finely tuned and physically fit, had turned against her. She was horny as hell, but her strokes felt boring and uninspired in her pussy, unable to appease the lust inside her. How could she want it so much and yet not be turned on?

She thought about buying a vibrator. It was something she had considered frequently of late, but it felt too much like a surrender. Wasn’t she Catwoman? The biggest sex object in Gotham City? If she couldn’t get laid, when every man in Gotham and half the women wanted her, then what did that say about… feminism? Or whatever it was she stood for?

She let her mind roam freely as she continued touching herself. Her thoughts drifted to women, something she hadn’t tried before, but the thought had always been intriguing. And she did need to try something new, something novel. And yet, that wasn’t it. She could summon up visions of some extremely beautiful women doing dirty as hell things, but it didn’t make her fingers feel any better in her cunt. 

In fact, Selina was on the verge of falling asleep, her eyelids growing heavy—but her sex was still burning. She threw off the thin sheet she’d been sheltering herself in. Any sleep she had would be troubled and restless with the way her body felt. It was time to go out, see if the Batman wanted to play. He was always fun to bait. And maybe, if he played his cards right, she’d even let him catch her.

***

Kirk Langstrom slept—the deepest, most restful sleep he’d ever known. In his dream, he was a bat. This was perfectly normal. It was the most natural thing in the world for him to be a bat, seven-feet-tall, humanoid, all of his sleekly muscular body covered in fine hair, wings spanning impressively from the tips of his clawed fingers to the hunch of his broad back. 

In this casual, carefree dream of his, the man that was a bat swooped and arced through the warm updrafts of the Gotham night, almost playfully avoiding the noisy police blimps and news helicopters—slow, slothful creatures that could not begin to compete with his own speed and nimble maneuverability. 

He was not hungry; there was no need to eat. He was not fearful; there was no need to flee. He was not angry; there was no need to attack. So the Man-Bat calmly wafted through the night sky, enjoying his dominion over his hunting ground, waiting for something to trigger its finely honed instincts.

***

Selina was wrong. Batman was no fun.

He’d been training. Upgrading his equipment. As she did a little breaking and entering, her zipper down to let him up she was up for some sucking and fucking too, he interrupted her. She made a run for it. He was quicker. In no time at all, she was sat down on a rooftop, her hands cuffed behind her back. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

“Nice handcuffs,” she said. “But I think I can get out of them. Unless I have a good reason to like being cuffed.”

“The knowledge that you’re paying your debt to society,” Batman said. That was the closest he got to bantering with her.

Selina pouted. “If you don’t want to talk, you could always gag me.”

“How about a blindfold?” Batman replied, and pulled down her cowl so that it covered her eyes instead of letting her see through the holes in her mask.

“Now you’re just being petty. It’s unbecoming of a member of the Justice League,” Selina told him. But he didn’t answer. “Bat? Are you there?”

***

There! On the rooftop! The Man-Bat recognized the human, broad and tall, thickly muscled, a predator. The Man-Bat’s predator. It had hurt him. It had ended his peaceful dream. Attack! He must attack!

Swooping down from the clouds without a whisper following it, the Man-Bat dove into the human. It hit him with bone-crunching force, knocking him from one rooftop clear to the next, where he landed with a dull thud and lay still. Dead or unconscious, the Man-Bat did not care. He was no longer a threat.

But there was another. A woman. Plump mammaries displayed within her unzipped second skin. Hands bound behind her back. Eyes covered. Smelling of mating. Of excitement.

The Man-Bat liked how she smelled.

***

Selina wondered what the hell was going on. She’d heard of Batman’s little disappearing act, but he’d never dared to pull it on her. Would he really do that now—just leave without saying a word and let the police have her? Was there another woman? Some slut slobbering over his cock and convincing him that he didn’t need her? No, no she couldn’t believe it. Selina gritted her teeth. There was no way that psychosexual freak could turn her down.

“C’mon you fuck!” she barked. “I know you’re still there! Do something you fucking psycho!”

Suddenly she felt the D-ring on her zipper being pulled down, opening up her catsuit until the white of her panties was exposed. Selina preened, a little breathlessly. That was more like it. She shivered in the cool night air.

“That’s better, Bat. But are you just going to look or do you have the balls to touch, too?”

She heard quick, short breaths from him—he was really getting worked up. Jerking off, maybe? Selina smiled at the thought. It was kinda kinky, tying her up, blindfolding her, then rubbing one out to her bare tits. Maybe onto her bare tits. She thrust her chest out, feeling the chill of the night on her exposed nipples. They puckered and grew, and she felt Batman’s eyes on them. Selina swayed from side to side, making all of her ripe curves jiggle within her skintight costume.

“Don’t be shy. I won’t bite. You can come on me—I won’t mind. Consider it a taste test. It’d actually be a little considerate, letting me know what your cum’s like before you put it inside of me.”

Selina gasped involuntarily as she felt Batman’s hand stroking her cheek. It felt different than usual—warm, leathery, a little callused. Had he taken his glove off? Then his fingers reached down to caress her abundant breasts. As they ran over the slope of her cleavage, her nipples engorged even more, swelling almost painfully until they pointed skyward. Selina bit her lip at the sweetly intense sensation and waited hungrily for his next move.

She felt fingers running down her taut belly, caressing the thin white scars left by her life of crime, until a long, thick fingernail poked into her belly button. She winced—it felt sharp. She didn’t know how it wasn’t cutting her. Then Batman’s fingers delved under her panties, tenderly feeling the softness of her thatch of pubic hair. Her lips worked soundlessly. She wanted desperately to say something, but she was afraid to break the spell of seduction that had him finally touching her. So she stifled the desire to urge him on, standing there motionless but for a slight tremble and a quickening breath.

His fingers paused at her slit, as if feeling the warmth coming off of her aroused cunt. Selina was certainly aware of how she was burning up. The fingers tenderly opened her sensitive cuntlips, making Selina gasp sharply despite herself. A long finger slipped inside her and she panted without air, without sound, feeling the wetness flow around her penetration and knowing she was dripping wet. Every time she instinctively tried to participate in her own fuck, she was reminded of the chain binding her wrists, and it turned her on more. Her mouth formed the words ‘fuck me’ without speaking them.

Batman slipped another finger into her sex, probing inside her now, feeling the walls of her pussy, tracing her most sensitive nerves. Her clit swelled approvingly, becoming firm and erect as Batman’s loving caress ran over it, finding it more tender than ever.

“Uuuuuh,” Selina crooned despite herself. She hadn’t meant to speak or even make a sound, but she couldn’t help herself as his touch eked every bit of pleasure from her clitoris. When the touching didn’t stop, she felt free to vent some of the passionate words bouncing around her head. “Ohhh, yes… feel how fucking wet I am…” she purred happily, her satisfied tone spurring Batman on to a more vigorous enjoyment of her defenseless body.

His tongue, hot and rough and dripping with saliva, ran over her face, squeaking on the smooth latex of her mask. Selina opened her lips for a kiss, but he would have none of it, licking her again, his tongue tickling her, soothing her, promising to wreck absolute havoc on her cunt. Selina’s hips twitched, as if she were already spiking herself on whatever potent manhood he had to offer her.

She wanted Batman—needed him. Needed cock in her hot young pussy. She wanted her unseen lover to take her, right there on the roof. It didn’t matter that she was bound, blindfolded. She needed him almost as much as she needed to be fucked!

Selina heard his feet shuffling along the rooftop, felt the warmth of his presence leave her. But her keen senses picked him up as he circled behind her. She was acutely aware of the size of him, how he towered over her… he took her cuffed hands and brought them to his hairy, muscular thigh. Jesus, was he wearing anything at all? She couldn’t believe the balls on him to be stripped naked right out in the open like this. 

Then she couldn’t believe his cock—Batman guided her fingers to his lengthy shaft, letting her feel how hard it was, how it throbbed with insane lust. She could feel his breath coming hot and heavy after the back of her neck, steaming against her skin right through the suit, and Selina knew Batman had never been more aroused. Neither had she. Her clit spasmed, remembering his touch. Her panties were soaked with the juices she was offering him, offering that long tongue if only he would use it on her again.

She locked her fingers around his throbbing prick and moved them up and down as best she could—her cuffed arms didn’t have the range of motion to stroke all of his massive erection. It responded at once to her loving touch, swelling underneath her fingers, getting even thick, longer, the veins throbbing with hot blood and the shaft becoming wet with the precum trickling down. She could only imagine the monstrous proportions of his knob. But Selina did know that he couldn’t get any harder. A few touches and he was stingingly erect. Batman was as ready as she was.

Grunting like an animal, her unseen lover pushed her down to her knees. Then he shoved her down until her face was against the ground, her ass up in the air. He ripped away the groin of her costume, her panties—Selina hadn’t known her armored leather could shred like that. She gnashed her teeth, the bare skin of her jaw pained against the jagged concrete she’d been forced down against. She knew what was coming, wanted it as much as she feared it, but wanted it just that much more: “Fuck my cunt, fuck it!”

He mounted her, deftly forcing his cock inside her. Past the tightness of her swollen pussy lips and deep into her needy cunt. Selina gaped, her clenched throat wanting to keep chanting the words, her tongue still clumsily forming them, but no sound could escape her as Batman’s cock slid into her womanhood. It was too damn big to fit, but it was going in any way, and she could feel her lubricating juices spilling out of her as his enormous member left no room for them. Selina swooned. It was even better than she’d hoped—more brutal than she ever could’ve expected from such an uptight asshole. No, he wasn’t a paragon of virtue right now… he was a fucking beast!

“Yes,” Selina cooed at last, unable to contain her ecstasy as his cock pistoned into her, raking along the narrow walls of her channel, making them stretch with the sheer size of his mammoth prick.

Her clit thrummed, not even having been touched, but pumping pleasure into all of her saturated body, her widely-stretched cunt, and she tightened her muscles to hold herself in place, not caring that her face was being driven over the rooftop or her knees skinned—nothing mattered as much as taking every thrust deep inside her heated cunt. His fingers clawed into her hips as he held her in place, pistoning into her, her sex flexing and trying to grip his plunging erection inside her boiling depths.

“Rrggh! RRHHHH!” Batman roared as he rammed his prick deep inside her, fucking her with a furious need. Selina could only buck and writhe as she was used by him, relishing the assault on every nerve in her body. She’d never felt anything as amazing as being fucked into ecstasy by a man she couldn’t even see.

Her orgasm struck, and Selina could hardly believe the difference between the intensity of the fuck already and how her climax exploded inside her. It came out of nowhere, happening deep inside her cunt, even deeper than where Batman’s raging cock was hammering into her. She spurted her cream, already churned up by the hard prick that had made her pussy his.

“Aaaiiii!” she cried, tears of pleasure pouring from underneath the cowl that covered her eyes, dripping down her cheeks, off her jaw. This… burst of rapture was the best she’d ever felt. She sobbed in ecstasy—willing to do anything to feel it again. And the bastard hadn’t even come. He was still fucking her.

“Don’t stop!” she begged. “Don’t you stop—fuck me forever, you beast, you goddamn monster!”

His cock was so big that she was actually jerked backwards as he pulled out of her. Her face scraped against the ground, yanking her mask up her face—letting her see through the eyeholes. 

She turned to look at the man who had brought her to the greatest sexual pleasure she’d ever known in her life.

And screamed.

Man-Bat screamed back at her, pulling his cock from her cunt as he backed away. Selina’s eyes rolled back in her head—just having him remove himself from her had caught the overstimulated folds of her pussy to flare up so intensely that she’d nearly come again. And his member… Christ, it was enormous. She almost couldn’t believe she had taken it all. Had she even taken it all, or had there been more, much more of his erection he’d been intent on feeding into her before he came?

Selina rolled over, onto her ass, desperately pulling at her handcuffs but unable to get free of them. She dug her heels in the ground, kicking herself away from Man-Bat, but with every foot she scooted along the ground, Man-Bat followed after her, taloned feet clicking on the rooftop.

“Get away from me!” she hissed, but the creature stalked resolutely towards her until it was standing over her body, observing the ruins of her catsuit and her bare pussy on display, still swollen and reddened from the pleasure that had flowed through it.

Selina shook like a leaf. She crawled back a little further, until her shoulder blades hit the parapet of the roof. She couldn’t retreat any further. The monster dropped onto all fours over her lower body. He whined deep in his throat.

“What the fuck… what the fuck…”

Upturned nostrils flared in his grotesque face. He was sniffing at her pussy. Selina crossed her legs, trying to hide herself away from him. Man-Bat licked at her thighs instead, attempting to drive his tongue between their crossing.

“Leave me alone!” Selina barked. 

The creature growled at her. When she felt his teeth dimple her leather, she knew he was going to have his way. She uncrossed her legs.

“Alright, fine—smell me if you want to, motherfucker!”

Selina felt the touch of his nose against her cunt, still sensitive, still parted receptively. She panted as air rushed over her sex, carrying her scent into his senses, the fur of his snout tickling her bare thighs until she wanted to cry out with tension. His hot breath was caressing her groin, as firm and as deep as a man’s touch. Then his tongue followed his breath, traipsing over the flesh of her pussy.

“Ahhh!” Selina screamed.

Man-Bat hissed at her with bared fangs. Selina gulped and immediately reconsidered startling him. Considering the alternatives, simply having him… make love… to her was certainly not that bad. She’d greatly prefer his tongue to his claws or his teeth. And it hadn’t felt entirely… awful.

“Sorry,” she whispered, “sorry. You like it quiet… I would too, with ears like that. Just don’t bite me, okay? You can have a taste if you want…”

Mollified by her soft voice and soothing words, the creature went back to her deliciously displayed cunt, nuzzling and licking it only to have it offer more of the sweet juices that he craved. Man-Bat smelled her cream overflowing from her cunt and grew more excited. He snagged his claws into the leather that covered Selina’s legs still, like a pair of assless chaps, and opened up her thighs so he could better explore the tender flesh of her lap. His tongue traced over the lips of her cunt, imparting a feeling of warmth on Selina, making her pussy feel even wetter. She quaked, her womanhood tingling from its opening to deep within her body, where she could still remember the creature’s prick reaching.

“Ohhh, shit, I hate you… I fucking hate you…” she said, totally unaware her words were most of a purr than anything else. Even as she salved her ego by declaring her distaste for what the monster was doing, her clit bloomed upward. Man-Bat licked hard against it, giving it the attention it craved. “Hnn, ohhh God, that feels… nnnnn!” 

The pleasure was too intense. She couldn’t handle it, literally could not comprehend how she was feeling such sensations from an ugly, brutish monster assaulting her. So, despite her overweening pleasure, Selina tried to close her legs and put a stop to it. Man-Bat warned her off with a growl, and somehow that forceful threat turned her on even more. She could feel her cunt clenching as if his prick were inside her once more. Selina opened her legs again, now not sure if she was doing it to avoid an attack or because she wanted to, needed to. His tongue ran over her pussy, inside it, so long, so thick, leaving nothing untouched. 

“Uhhhh! Goddamn!” Writhing uncontrollably, Selina drew her knee up, thinking of kicking out at the monster, but she only opened herself up wider for Man-Bat’s tongue to go inside her. Her pussy was in flames. Trembling with pleasure, Selina’s head drooped to the side. All she could do with her meager concentration was hold her legs open and let him keep going—at least it felt good. In fact, it felt--

“Hh, hhaa, Jesus Christ! That feels… ghh! So fucking good!”

She hated being ravished by this unthinking creature, yet she loved every second of being his sex slave. It was driving her mad. She hungered for more, but she wished it would end. Something had to give. She looked down, watching Man-Bat’s shockingly red tongue slid over her opening, wetting and heating every fold of her pussy. Selina sobbed with the rapture he was giving her. Her hatred of being brutalized couldn’t stand up against how good it felt. It disappeared from her mind entirely, lost in a haze of ecstasy.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” she chanted mindlessly. “Fuck me with your tongue!”

But the creature wouldn’t be controlled, wouldn’t be tamed, even when given as pleasurable an order as that. Instead he reared up, showing her again his massive erection, an arousal that wouldn’t be put off any longer, even for the sweet taste of her cunt and the even sweeter taste of her submission.

Selina mewled in half-felt fear to see its enormity once more. “God… we shouldn’t be doing this… we really shouldn’t… we should stop before this goes any further… we should… we shouldn’t…”

But even as she spoke, she knew she didn’t really want him to put away the mammoth cock. She needed it too much.

Man-Bat took her as quickly as he would seize any prey animal. His manhood tore into her sex, stretching her inner muscles, sending wave after wave of painful lust through her well-fucked cunt as he taught it the burgeoning size of his erection once more. 

Selina looked down in open shock at her own impalement. She could see the moonlight gleaming off of Man-Bat’s thrusting length, hitting the filigrees of her creamy arousal on his prick every time he pulled out of her. And, spurred on by her passionate moans filling the air, he drove his member back into her, deeper than ever, before revealing her growing lubrication to her once more, dripping off his cock. 

Selina circled her ass in a wide, rhythmic rotation across the ground as Man-Bat fucked her, pounding her pussy so hard that the peach-shaped cheeks of her ass bounced off the floor. He wasn’t even wearing protection. She didn’t know if bat monsters like him could mate with humans, though it was obvious they could try. But she had no way of knowing if he wasn’t breeding her at this very moment, and the perverse thought made Selina thrash even harder as he reamed out her cunt, leaving her gasping with new, surging lust. Her openly spread legs kicked out behind his back, pedaling in the air with every second his big, hard cock spent inside her.

Then the beast stiffened. His cock, which Selina had thought couldn’t feel any better, spasmed inside her, sending an ecstatic ripple through her orgasmic flesh. Maybe I should buy a vibrator. 

She screamed and he screeched with his own arrival, sending a powerful river of cum deep into her sex. His cock throbbed and he thrust into her again, spurting another jet of his seed that overflowed her pussy. Selina’s eyes rolled back in her head, leaving her as sightless as she’d been when the monster first took her, and her honey ran from her pussy in streams, covering her thighs along with the excess of Man-Bat’s thick, ropey sperm. 

The beast placated, he pulled out of her, rapidly losing consciousness. He had fed, he had patrolled his territory, and now, he had mated. There was nothing left for the Man-Bat to do but slip deep into Kirk Langstrom’s subconscious, like a dream upon waking.

But if it was a dream, Selina Kyle was still in the throes of it. She jerked and swooned as the hot cum spilling from her pussy set her off once more. She moaned happily, knowing on her own animalistic level that even if Man-Bat had stopped fucking her, she was still his mate. And what a treat it was being mated…

***

Kirk Langstrom awake, immediately realizing he had changed again. He was too well-rested for it to be anything else. There was a serenity that came from venting his urges, becoming the animal, but he didn’t dare savor it. He had fallen off the wagon—he couldn’t let himself enjoy lying in the mud.

He tried to take in his surroundings, but he didn’t recognize anything. There was nothing of the Man-Bat’s territory or of Batman’s holdings or even of a cell at Arkham or Blackgate. He had no idea where he was. It looked like the basement of some old industrial building, the kind of place that even Gotham wouldn’t bother to try turning into storefronts or studio apartments, an abandoned place that was only good for supervillains to squat in. 

He didn’t like thinking of himself as that… could it be he’d had a team-up? Been taken advantage of in his bestial state, used as dumb muscle in some vendetta against Batman or the city itself? His head swam; nothing made sense. The change in his surroundings reverberated heavily in his confused and weary mind.

“Hair of the dog that bit you?” a sultry female voice asked, and Kirk looked around in confusion. A door had opened in his dank surroundings, shining light in from outside, and a woman was coming down the stairs that led out of this dark space. She bore a tray of sweet-smelling food, and Kirk stood up, enthused by the friendly face.

It was then he noticed a chain binding his ankle.

“I… did I… what’s going on? Did I hurt you?”

The woman—was it Selina Kyle?—set the tray down nearby him. “Oh yes. You hurt me. In the sweetest possible way. And you’re going to do it again. Eat up, doctor. You’re going to need your strength.”