Ladies of the Knight 3

Aired July 17, 2020 - 3:37 p.m. ET

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GEORGE LAZLO, HOST, GNN "TALKBACK LIVE": Dwayne, let me interrupt you there, I’m sorry. The GCPD briefing has started ahead of schedule. Let’s drop in on that right now.

(BEGIN LIVE BRIEFING)

COMMISSIONER ELLEN YINDEL, GCPD: …over a decade now, the GCPD has worked with the vigilante known as the Batman. This has been done under the leadership of my predecessor, Jim Gordon, now retired. The Batman was an invaluable aid to the police during the crime wave this city faced for many years. He served on the Justice League and was endorsed by public figures such as Superman and Wonder Woman. For those reasons, I cannot blame my good friend Jim for lending the department’s cooperation to the Batman’s efforts. However, this department has made great, and continuing, strides in lowering the crime rate. The martial law-like conditions, in which the Batman’s help was arguably necessary, no longer exist. And now we are forced to ask why a private citizen has seen fit to combat crime as part of an apparent personal vendetta, often using brutal tactics, with no oversight, without the public even knowing his real name. Therefore, I cannot in good conscience continue the GCPD’s association with the Batman. It would be hypocritical of me to try and prosecute him for those acts he’d done with the support of Jim Gordon’s GCPD. As well, I acknowledge that the GCPD has a well-documented lack of success when it comes to determining the Batman’s true identity, and I believe those resources would be better spent elsewhere. However, if the Batman continues to operate in Gotham, especially with the same ruthless violation of civil rights that he has already displayed, I will have no choice but to commit the full power of the GCPD to hunting him down. We will not abide anyone taking the law into his or her own hands. We will not accept more Batman copycats. And we will not stand idly by while the Batman uses the streets of Gotham to engage in grudge matches with personal enemies like the Joker, Harvey Two-Face, or Killer Croc. If the Batman is watching, I would strongly advise for him to either relocate to a city that welcomes his activities or retire from his double life. But if he continues to enact vigilante justice within Gotham City, he will be arrested, unmasked, and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. 

QUESTION: Are you prepared at this point to attempt an arrest of the Batman?

YINDEL: I have not yet formed a task force, but if the Batman’s activities persist, those resources will be assigned.

QUESTION: Do you expect the Batman to retire or relocate, as you’ve suggested he do?

YINDEL: At this point, we are anticipating every possibility. 

QUESTION: What if the Batman either voluntarily leaves Gotham unprotected or is captured by law enforcement—what if we see another rampage like Poison Ivy’s or (UNINTELLIGIBLE)

YINDEL: I’m confident that the GCPD has all the manpower and resources necessary to keep crime in check without the help of the Batman.

***

Bruce watched the television and Carrie watched Bruce. It was hard to stay aroused when he was so distracted, but at the same time, Carrie found his intensity pretty hot. She didn’t know why he was so interested in the GCPD trying to catch Batman—did anyone really think they would?—but she wondered when he was going to return the favor. She thought of asking for him to eat her out, but Bruce seemed entirely disinterested in her. Either he found the news that engaging or he was done with her now that he’d impregnated her mouth.

Then Carrie remembered that snooty bitch Bruce had as a secretary. She’d been cute, but she’d looked at Carrie like a piece of trash. Working at Wayne’s was going to be hard unless Carrie put that snob in her place.

“What’s your secretary’s name?” Carrie asked Bruce, kneeling down at his feet to nuzzle herself against his prick. It seemed lifeless. Either he’d worn himself out or he didn’t care enough to rise up for her.

“Barbara Gordon,” Bruce told her.

“Maybe she could help me out,” Carrie suggested.

Bruce had an authentically dirty mind—he immediately realized what Carrie wanted. He smiled.  “If you think you can get her to go for it.”

Carrie went a step further. “You could help. Wouldn’t this be something you’d enjoy watching, after all?”

“Absolutely,” Bruce said. “So long as you’re sure you can handle her.”

“Just get her in here,” Carrie said. “You can make Barbara do anything you want to me. I’m up for it.”

“We’ll see,” Bruce replied as he reached for his intercom again.

***

Barbara Gordon felt a little faint, hearing Bruce order her to come into his office. She knew what went on in there. Even if it was soundproofed—which was clue enough to an investigative mind like hers—it was perfectly obvious what had happened to a woman once she left. They all looked like they’d been fucked half to death. And, as they were leaving, not one didn’t look back to see if Bruce might not call them back for a second round.

Barbara had always envied those women, even if she considered herself lucky that she wasn’t one of them. She had a good job; she wanted to keep it. She didn’t know what would happen to her job if she became one of Bruce Wayne’s vixens. She didn’t know what would happen to her.

As curious as she was about what exactly Bruce’s women experienced in there, she didn’t know if she’d very much like being one of his harem. Constantly lusting after him, ever waiting for his beck and call, dropping everything to be his cockholster. Dominated, creampied, fucked and spanked and topped until she couldn’t even sit down—Barbara had heard the moans over the intercom enough times to know Bruce was no tender, gentle lover.

And the worst part was, Barbara was intellectual enough to realize that she was obsessing over Bruce, even without being some cum dumpster for him. That was what she really worried about. That sex with him wouldn’t make her his bitch… it would reveal that she always had been.

Barbara went to the door to Bruce’s inner office. Even though she had braced herself, she still gaped in shock once she’d opened the door. Carrie Kelly sat on the couch, completely naked. Bruce Wayne was behind his desk, also naked.

Barbara suddenly felt absurdly overdressed, like she’d gone to a casual get-together in a Halloween costume.

“Close the door, Barbara,” Bruce said.

Barbara could think of nothing to do but comply. The parade of female faces she’d seen depart this room swam before her eyes. Their expressions always drawn, overwhelmed, even awestruck—and unspeakably satisfied, serene in their sexual contentment. Until they wanted more…

“There’s a good girl,” Bruce continued. “Carrie and I are having a little party. You’re going to join us. Take off your clothes.”

Barbara’s heart pounded in her chest. She looked from Bruce to Carrie, confirming that neither of them wore a stitch, that they were absolutely serious about including her in their orgy. The moment she had dreaded and anticipated for years now was finally here. She found herself fearful of actually being inside it, having an end to all her curiosity. She wouldn’t have any questions about this anymore—they would all be answered.

“Barbara,” Bruce said gently, “I told you to do something. Am I your boss or not?”

Barbara sighed, knowing she couldn’t say no. The pull of being one of those unutterably satiated women was too great. She had to know, and for that, she would do anything he told her.

“You are,” she said. “I’ll do whatever you ask. But…” She glanced at Carrie. “Does she have to be here?”

“She’s the one who wanted you here,” Bruce replied. “Me, I was worried about fucking the police commissioner’s daughter. But I hear he’s retiring…”

Barbara’s head spun. She didn’t know how her hands moved so certainly, undoing the buttons of her dress. They all opened up and her dress fell to the floor. Next, she reached behind her back and undid her bra. The room’s cool air touched her bare breasts, revealing just how hot she felt.

“Very nice,” Bruce said, looking over her pale, freckled breasts. They were C-cups, big enough to add a cute little jiggle to her girlish physique. “You’ve been holding out on me, Babs. From now on, I think it’d be best if you took care to show those off when you dress for work in the morning.”

Barbara bit her lip. She still felt as if her breasts didn’t compare to Carrie’s, but she took pride in their sculpted shape and the big gumdrop nipples that easily got hard, like they were now. She wanted to hide herself, but her stiff nipples demanded the attention that both Bruce and Carrie were giving them. There was no way they could look at her like that and not intend to fuck her. So Barbara relaxed. There was no sense stressing. Bruce had clearly decided that she was one of his women, so now she would act accordingly.

“Your panties too,” Bruce said, not sounding excited, but with his voice rougher than before. 

Barbara slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them, finally naked. She felt overwhelmed. She couldn’t seem to stop. She wondered where she would even be able to back out, if she wanted to.

“You know what happens now?” Bruce asked.

Barbara shook her head mutely. She could feel Carrie’s eyes on her body more intensely than before.

“You’re going to make Carrie happy. She made me happy. She sucked my cock. Someone has to reciprocate, but I’m not going to. I’m delegating that to you.”

“I don’t understand,” Barbara squeaked.

“You don’t have to understand,” Bruce assured her—at the same time, his voice sounded threateningly hard. “Put your face between Carrie’s legs and kiss her there.”

“I—I can’t!” Barbara gasped.

“You will,” Bruce said, his confidence such that it practically shoved Barbara toward Carrie. He sounded so certain… “Get down on your knees and eat her pussy. We’ll see how much you like it. Who knows? You might lose interest in cock.”

“That would be a shame,” Carrie put in, smiling to herself. The snotty bitch doesn’t look so snotty now. She looks like she’s already been halfway ravished.

Barbara felt like she had to wrestle every muscle into walking over to Carrie—force them all to move one at a time. She did, though. Didn’t run or scream as fleeting thoughts insisted. Much as she resented Carrie, was annoyed by the little cunt’s attitude, the force of Bruce’s will would not be denied. 

Carrie wiggled suggestively as she opened up her thighs. She let Barbara see exactly what she was getting herself into.

“Don’t worry,” Carrie said. “You won’t stop liking cock—not Bruce’s, at least. But you’ll like this too.” She licked her lips. “Of course, no one’s asking you to like it. Just to do it.”

Barbara looked desperately at Bruce. Didn’t he want to fuck her?

“Down you go, Babs,” Bruce demanded, albeit affably. “Carrie got down on her knees for me. Now it’s your turn.”

Knees? Barbara’s knees were nearly giving out, but she somehow got down on them, kneeling in front of the young redhead. She could smell Carrie’s sex. Then she felt Carrie’s hands in her own orange hair.

“I think you’ll like it, baby,” Carrie teased her. “Bruce got me all hot and bothered—you just lick it up, okay?”

Then, with a laugh, she pulled Barbara’s head into her lap. Barbara instinctively tried to pull back, but Carrie was stronger than she looked, forcing Barbara’s face into her pussy with hands clamped tightly onto the back of her head.

“Now lick me! Suck me! Get me off, ‘Babs’—I’m so ready to come!”

Barbara did as Carrie had ordered her, pressing her open mouth tightly to Carrie’s swollen labia. She moved her tongue up and down Carrie’s slit. Carrie responded, writhing her ass around like the undulations of Barbara’s tongue were continuing throughout her body.

“Put your tongue inside me!” Carrie demanded. “Taste my cunt, bitch!”

Not even thinking about the command, Barbara pushed her tongue deep inside of Carrie’s sweetly tight sex. She felt Carrie’s folds clench around her tongue, responding to every movement she made. 

Barbara tried to set a rhythm, fluttering her tongue inside of Carrie just like she liked when someone was going down on her. She told herself she was doing it to make Carrie climax faster, get this over with—but she barely had to tell herself anything.

“Fuck, she’s turning me on!” Carrie moaned. “Hhhu! She’s really making me wet! Come over here, Bruce. I need to indulge my oral fixation. And I’m sure not sixty-nining with this bitch.”

Bruce was already half-hard going to Carrie. He held his prick to her mouth and she took it between her lips obediently, if it could be said to be submissive when she had asked for it in the first place.

Carrie worked her mouth up and down Bruce’s shaft. She felt it harden, length inside her lips. She was determined to make it every bit as big as it had been the last time she’d mouthed it. 

“Look up here, Babs,” she said, popping her lips briefly off of Bruce’s manhood. “Let me show you how big I’m gonna make Bruce’s cock for you.”

Barbara lifted her head and almost had a heart attack when she saw Bruce’s enormous erection disappearing in and out of Carrie’s gulping mouth. She had never seen a man’s cock that was so big, so long, so hard. It actually made Carrie choke as she tried to take it all the way to the base.

“Holy shit!” Barbara gasped. “You want… me to take that?”

Carrie forced Barbara’s head back between her thighs. “Don’t worry, Babs. If it’s bad enough to make you stop working on my pussy, I’ll tell Bruce to knock it off.”

Carrie slumped further down the couch, spreading her legs even wider. Barbara’s tongue slipped inside her again. Carrie shifted her ass, trying to accommodate the stroking tongue inside her, get the best possible angle to enjoy the ever-changing friction of its licking. It felt even more delicious knowing that it was Barbara doing it. 

The little bitch will think twice before she’s bitchy to me again.

“I’m going to have her now,” Bruce announced, again with the calm certitude that made whatever he said sound inevitable. “Don’t be mad if she stops licking you. This’ll be a lot for her to take in.”

Barbara sensed him kneeling behind her, big hands on her hips, lifting her up into the position he wanted her in. She found herself on her hands and knees with Carrie’s grip on her head keeping her pinned between the other redhead’s legs. Carrie was working Barbara’s face against her pussy like a sex toy while Bruce was behind her, spreading her open with two callused thumbs dug into her buttocks.

Barbara sucked her tongue back in her mouth just to moan as she felt Bruce’s big cock pressing inside of her. She was shocked by how deep it went into her despite his size—how wet and loose she had to be to just let him in, despite her only foreplay being eating Carrie’s snatch. 

Then it was like a lightning rod inside her, electrifying her body, completing some circuit to give all the free-floating passion in her someplace to go. She found herself more ardently going down on Carrie, just to have something to do with all her lustful energy. 

“Hhnnn—not bad,” Bruce rumbled, deep in his broad chest. “You’ve got a nice, tight pussy, Barbara. How many steps removed are you from being a virgin?”

Barbara felt less like a virgin than ever as Bruce fed himself into her, all of him, his entire cock fucking into her in slow, deep thrusts. He always pulled out before he hilted her, but his fat prick was getting deeper all the time.

Barbara had never thought she would be fucked this way, by such a man, such a cock—the kind that women only dreamed about, never had in real life. His engorged cockhead went deeper with each thrust, making her stretch as she’d never stretched before. But even Barbara couldn’t keep worrying when it felt this good.

“Yeah, you’ve been neglecting that hot little body,” Bruce groaned, “and so have I. Let it go to waste behind that desk when I should’ve had you bent over it. You don’t even know what to do with a cock this big inside you, do you Babs? Don’t worry. After a week of taking lunch breaks on your back, you’ll figure it out. Or I’ll just settle for having a new cum dumpster. You’d do just fine as one of those, Babs. Just fine.”

Barbara couldn’t even hear him—didn’t know what he was talking about. All she could think was how amazing it felt to have him inside her.

She needed an outlet for all the passionate desire she felt; Barbara certainly didn’t have the skill to fuck Bruce as he was fucking her. She plunged her tongue deep into Carrie’s sex instead, trying to share with her the feeling of being impaled on Bruce’s cock. Her lips brushed against Carrie’s clit as she opened them wide. Barbara wrapped her mouth around it and sucked on it. 

Carrie writhed about, moaning deeply. “That’s right!” she gasped. “Suck on me! Oh shit—gggnh—suck it until I come!”