Those Long Gotham Nights update

Bruce touched Oswin’s pitch-black thatch of pubic hair, then slipped his gloved finger into her slit up to the knuckle. Her folds danced around his finger and he felt wet warmth boil through to his palm. She’d come a little, enough to squirt. Bruce took his hand away, lifting it to his face. When he inhaled the heady aroma, his manhood throbbed with need. One thing he could say for Oswin—he’d have a lot more fun interrogating her than he would with her father.

Next, Bruce jabbed his finger into Oswin’s asshole. Her body clenched, eyes widening in shock. She grunted in pain as he worked his finger deeper. Her anus was forced to open for its thickness and his stiffened finger went endlessly deep. Then it began fucking her. Moving back and forth to take advantage of the looseness he’d made in her once taut asshole.

Oswin moaned. Her rectum burned with the friction of his pistoning finger. It still hurt—he was pumping it into her too hard and fast for it not to—but the pain twisted into something good when it radiated out of her violated ass. Now she itched inside when his finger withdrew. Oswin hissed in her breath; it felt like it was another person who whispered, “Uuuuuhhhh, that’s so goooood!”

Bruce judged that that was enough enjoyment for her. He unzipped his codpiece, wrenched his cock out from where its swelling had made it almost too big for his armor. Aiming it with one hand, he put just the glans into the slick opening of Oswin’s cunt and pushed. Oswin’s eyes rolled back in her head, her body gorging itself on pleasure so intense she almost passed out.

“Yesss!” Oswin whimpered, shivering. “That’s wonderful, it feels wonderful! Fuck me! Fuck my snatch!”

Bruce chuckled darkly and slid himself out of her wet pussy. His shaft glistened with all the juices she’d graced it with, his thick purple cockhead dripping from her. “You’re getting what I want to give you,” he said. “I want to give it to you up the ass.”

Keening, Oswin begged in spite of herself. “No, not in my asshole!” she cried. “I can’t take it—you’re way too big! Please don’t fuck my arse with that bloody big cock!”

Bruce only smiled knowingly. “Then do as you’re told. Tell me who ordered the job on Princess Audrey. Or you can get every inch—and feel it every time you sit down.”

Diana put her hand on his caped shoulder, drawing him back with a subtle tug. “She doesn’t deserve your cock,” Diana said. “But she does like having things in her pussy. Look what I found in her desk.” 

Next to Oswin’s face, she slapped down a dildo of enormous proportions. Oswin had only ever used it on the girls who wanted to keep their job. One look at it with herself in mind and she knew it could tear her in half—and that Wonder Woman would give her every inch of it.

Diana pulled away at Bruce’s shoulder and he backed away from Oswin willingly. Diana didn’t like the thought of letting him violate her. Not because Oswin didn’t deserve it, but because Bruce already lived so close to the edge, violence always close to the surface. Above that roiling ocean of rage was a sky of sex, the sensual indulgence that he’d had with her and Audrey, spiked as it was by the undercurrent of his dominance and sadism. Diana didn’t like the thought of sex and violence mixing any further for him than they already had. Growing up on Paradise Island, she could keep separate the two forms of dominance, the two kinds of pleasure. She wasn’t sure Bruce could. His monkish resistance to intimacy had to stay in place, at least here.

And, perhaps, she was jealous. She could understand only all too well how Bruce could meld his urge to punish and his urge to indulge himself. But she didn’t want Oswin to have that any more than she wanted Audrey to. It was hers. She had deigned to submit to Bruce; she could take all the punishment he had to dish out. That should suffice for him.

Maybe her golden lasso was still working a little.

Diana buried her thoughts with a shake of her head. It angered her, both her own jealousy and Bruce’s looseness. She resolved to take it out on Oswin. She lowered herself under the brunette’s legs and trapped the backs of her knees on her shoulders, driving forward to open Oswin’s sex. With it splayed, she easily inserted the dildo into her.

“OHHHH BLOOMIN’ ‘ELL!” Oswin cried, feeling the huge toy rammed into her gaping pussy.

Oswin rolled to one side, trying to pull the dildo out of herself. That was a mistake. Diana looped one arm around her ample waist, lifted, and had Oswin’s plump ass up in the air immediately. She’d found another dildo with the first, not quite as large, but just right for Oswin’s ass. She pushed it in, trusting that if Bruce’s fingering wasn’t all the preparation Oswin needed, it would still be all the preparation she would get.

That quickly, Oswin was filled both front and back with enormous cocks. Her walls were stretched to the breaking point. Her ass was too full for any amount of comfort. Pain filled her, making every movement a note of agony.

Lightning quick, Diana looped her lasso around Oswin’s wrists. She threw the other end of the lasso up to a ceiling beam and strung Oswin up like a side of beef.

Pain filtered up into Oswin’s belly, heightened by the strain she was under. Diana had hung her up with her toes barely touching the floor. Pain shot into her legs as they stretched with their failure to support her. Oswin’s shoulders began to ache. Pain was a steadily growing feeling, centered around her double penetration but not exclusive to it.

Bruce came up to Oswin smiling. He spoke pleasantly, his voice all the more unnerving for it. “You have good breasts, Oswin. Has anyone had the nerve to tell you that… or could they only ever think it? Think what they’d like to do to you? Did you know what they were thinking or is this coming as a total shock?”

He dropped his face to one of her whipped breasts and engulfed its nipple with his mouth. Amidst all the pain, Oswin felt his rough tongue drag across her areola. She almost fainted when the pleasure of the feeling flooded in, distracting her from the pain she was cocooned in.

Bruce kept sucking at her nipple, stretching its tender flesh, pulling the nubbin halfway to the back of his throat. Then his tongue pressed hard into her areola, while his hand came up to harshly squeeze all the tender, soft flesh that made up her teat.

Bruce knew very well how to pleasure a woman through her breasts, fondling her there, sucking her, and he gave Oswin the full benefit of her expertise, trusting that Diana roping her up would take care of the encounter’s pain—the stick to the carrot he was offering Oswin.

His tongue spiraled around her enormous breast, leaving Oswin moaning with pleasure instead of groaning painfully. He went down the snowy slope, lavishing attention on the underside of her tit. His mouth felt so good that even the red stripes left behind by Diana’s whipping hummed with pleasure when he tongued them.

Bruce left his saliva glistening on her left breast to bury his face between the two exquisitely formed mounds, kissing and licking inside her cleavage. Oswin was more turned on than ever, her entire body trembling, thighs squeezing and clenching. She wished like hell that Wonder Woman hadn’t humiliated her by hanging her up like this. 

If Batman would just fuck her as he’d started to, giving just the tip of his cock to her slit, then she would be giving back this pleasure a thousand-fold. She would kill him with delight! Instead, his gloved hands roamed over her voluptuous body, stroking and caressing all her abundant curves. He kept his touch gentle, as light as a feather. Pleasing her, but never giving her enough pleasure to forget the pain lingering on from Diana’s attack.

Oswin spoke, her voice thick. “Get that goddamn thing out of my cunt! You fuck me! Fuck me with your cock, you bleedin’ tosser!”

Bruce didn’t show any sign of hearing her. He moved his mouth up from between her breasts, along her hair-strewn neck, to find her ruby lips with her own. His tongue pressed into her mouth, Oswin allowing it, not even thinking of biting. All while he kissed her, continuing his pleasurable caresses inside her mouth and against her own tongue, his hands massaged over her body, stimulating nerves Oswin hadn’t known were there. His fingers traced down her spine, making sensual shivers flow through her as he caressed each vertebra. Bound as she was, her curvaceous body was trembling harder than it ever had when she was free. This was the best sex of her life—if only it didn’t hurt so much.

Sitting on the desk, Diana fucked herself with the handle of the riding crop she had penetrated Oswin with. The rapt expression on her already beautiful face made her look as serene as an angel, but Oswin knew she was anything but.

Then Bruce seized her fat ass, taking both thick cheeks in his leather gloves. The creamy flesh flowed around his tightening fingers as he pulled her against his body, making her feel his erection, hot and hard, pressing into her abundant thigh.

With her mouth locked to Bruce’s, Oswin couldn’t express the pain she felt as the dildos impaling her shifted, went deeper. Bruce’s armored midsection pressed between her legs, pushing one dildo deeper into her pussy, while his hands squeezed her ass, making that dildo slip further into her bowels. 

Pain replaced the pleasure she had grown used to. She realized Batman and Wonder Woman were playing with her, giving her pain with interludes of pleasure to prevent her from getting used to either. The intensity of her sensations thus became that much worse—too much for her to stand.

Bruce pulled away from Oswin’s lips. “You certainly come like a whore,” he said. “But who would want to fuck a whore when they can have a goddess? Diana, are you ready?”

Diana lay back on Oswin’s desk and spread her legs wide, the riding crop sticking obscenely from her sex. “I’m so ready I’m almost finished, darling.”

Bruce literally left Oswin hanging to go to Diana, his manhood throbbing hugely before him. He mounted the Amazon, needing no foreplay as he shoved himself into her wet cunt. Torturing Oswin had taken care of the preliminaries for both of them. They could not make themselves more ready than they already were. And the only care he took was ripping the riding crop away before he claimed her pussy for himself.

His prick speared through the black leather strap Diana wore at her groin and then Bruce was fucking her with all the wild abandon that her beautiful body deserved, that he brought to bear on any enemy and any lover.

In spite of the pain flowing through her like boiling water, Oswin watched the two passionately fuck. She had never witnessed a more intense coupling in her life. It had to be painful for a prick his size to fit through the open zipper that held Diana’s cunt. And it couldn’t have been comfortable to be pressed up against all the metal studs and leather straps that covered Diana’s body. But Batman didn’t seem to mind. Any amount of pain seemed worth the pleasure he got, being Wonder Woman’s lover.

Diana enjoyed herself too. Her head was tossed back, a black curtain of silk cascading down off the desk. The look of sheer carnal delight on her lovely face told Oswin that it was no act—Batman was delivering to her all the pleasure that his ‘interrogation’ had promised Oswin. Her breasts were crushed down by Batman’s broad pectorals and no doubt the leather straps were cutting into them as well. The pressure of Batman pistoning into her sex had to rub the crotch-band against her delicate labia. 

Neither of them could be comfortable—this was nothing like silk sheets and champagne bubbles—but both were immensely delighted by the sex. Oswin actually marveled at their pleasure. They looked like they were enjoying one continuous orgasm, the rapture going on and on… 

“So tight,” Bruce gritted out. His teeth clenched, his head was flung back, his chest muscles strained under the emblem of the Bat. “So much tighter than that whore’s loose pussy. I love the way your cunt grips me… pulling me in deeper… I love fucking your cunt! How is it so goddamn tight?”

Diana smiled up at him. “No idea. I guess when something turns on my pussy as much as you do, it’s only natural it makes you feel good too.”

“Feel good?” Bruce asked, flashing her a grin. “If I could patent this cunt of yours, I’d be a billionaire.”

Diana scowled, then smirked indefensibly. He already was a billionaire. His little compliment was backhanded. His words dominating and demeaning her even as he got her off. It was classic Bruce.

“Please!” Oswin cried out, hearing their dirty talk being the straw that broke the camel’s back. “You can’t leave me like this! Fuck me! Finish me off, you right tarts!”

Bruce kept pumping himself relentlessly into Diana’s welcoming body. “Who paid for the Audrey job?”

Oswin was too aroused and too pained to have any resistance left in her. “It was Whisper!” she breathed. “Whisper A'Daire!”

“League of Assassins,” Bruce said, still pistoning into Diana even as he recognized the name, placed its affiliation.

Diana, too, followed his train of thought as the pleasure of the fuck threatened to overwhelm her. “Why would the League of Assassins send hired thugs after Audrey? If they wanted her dead…” Then she lost her train of thought, her excitement growing with each thrust he gave her. “Fuck, fuck me, Batman! FUCK ME!”

Bruce ignored her, though he kept stroking his cock into her pussy. Fucking Diana hard and fast as she climaxed. “If they wanted her dead, they would’ve done it themselves,” he concluded. “Whisper hired the Penguin for a diversion. We’ve been set up.”

Then his own orgasm seized control of his body. His hips took over, making his cock a wild pile driver thrusting in and out of Diana’s sex until he’d filled it with every drop of his cum. Then, though relieved, he was not sated. He pulled out of Diana as she lay exhausted on the desk, quickly slotting his limp prick back inside his armor.

“We have to get to Audrey,” he said, voice as stern as ever. Though it held a note of irony as he continued: “I’ll go on ahead. You catch up when you can.”

In the blink of an eye, he was gone.

With the sex conclusively over, Oswin realized she had been ignoring the pain in her own body. Being enraptured in her voyeurism had robbed her painful circumstances of their sting. With that distraction gone, all of her body screamed in agony.

“Fine, fine, don’t fuck me! At least let me down!” Oswin pleaded.

Diana appeared not to hear her. Instead, panting, she sat up, staring after the shadows where Bruce had disappeared. “Bastard,” she snarled before sighing fondly. His cum dripped out of her. Diana wiped it up with her fingers and licked the droplet away. DNA evidence. She zipped up her crotch-band before anymore could get loose.

“PLEASE!”

Diana looked at Oswin. As if performing some gruesome chore, she heaved herself off the desk and went to take back her lasso, happening to set Oswin free in the process.

Oswin’s leg muscles were too cramped to hold her up. Without the rope, she fell to the floor, a pile of tormented flesh. Diana pulled out the dildos from her ass and pussy. That relieved the most of the suffering Oswin still felt—she was left stretched but not sated, remembering clearly how massive Batman had felt inside her, knowing how good it would’ve been from how he had fucked Diana… but knowing she would never get to experience that firsthand. Not unless she happened to have more information he needed. And was quick enough to offer her services in return for being serviced.

Batman had always gone to the Penguin to get information. Oswin thought she might keep the family tradition alive.

“Clean up your act, Cobblepot,” Diana sneered, dropping one of the dildos on top of her heaped flesh. The other she would keep. A souvenir. One she would’ve used if Oswin hadn’t talked so readily. And a part of her wished Oswin hadn’t. “You don’t want us to pay you another visit.”

But Oswin did. She really, really did.