TSTA update

Artemis returned from putting away the sparring weapons to see that Bruce had already stretched out on the massage table for his cooldown rub. She was surprised; usually the only cooldown Bruce would take after training, no matter how intensive, was a hot shower. Perhaps she was getting through to him. Or perhaps Diana had put her foot down.

Bruce looked up when she walked in. He wore nothing but a towel over his ass, and his blue eyes glinted with anticipation as they swept down her body. A small smile came to his face. Artemis saw that there was no time to waste with preliminaries.

She flipped the towel off, paused a moment to hover her hands over the toned cheeks of his ass, and then she touched him. Her hands closed over one buttock and she squeezed it, sending a thrill through his body as well as her own. Then she massaged it, exploring the density of that one cheek thoroughly before moving over to the other. Her hands caressed his bare flesh and she shut her eyes, imagining that they were clenching, as she warmed with his body.

All the time she did this, he was pressing down on the table, obviously enjoying her hands immensely. He had broad shoulders, a trim waist, and sturdy legs. And scars. Lots and lots of scars.

Artemis ran her fingers down his inner thighs, and he proudly parted his legs to display his testicles. Her fingers traced them, and she imagined how stiff his proud, long cock would be…

“Turn over,” she said huskily. He did so, displaying his stiff member, his burgeoning testicles. His legs spread.

“As long as we’re trading favors,” Bruce said, “take your top off and let me get a look at what you have to offer.”

Artemis obeyed as hastily, as proudly, as he had, sliding off her top. Her full, beautiful breasts went on display, their erect nipples rosy-red.

“Very nice,” Bruce smiled. “Bring them here.”

Artemis pulled to him like she’d been thrown in the air and now gravity had caught up with her. She brushed her breasts across his face, gently at first, but then his arms encircled her and she held still, bent lower, bowing to him and allowing him to suck a nipple into his open mouth. His teeth closing around it tightly, biting lightly into the rigidness of the nub, and she felt the suction building with every panting moment she allowed him to hold her body captive.

“Ohhh… yes… this is fantastic.” She ran her fingers through his hair as he suckled at her. She begged him: “Bite it… bite my nipple.” He did. Excitement raced up and down her spine, crackling inside her with every grind of his teeth.

“Do the other one for me,” she moaned. He released one breast and moved over to the other, his mouth open, sweeping the nipple inside. The suction built up even faster than before, the pleasure already burning inside her.

“Ahhhh—that’s it, suck on it, suck it,” she cooed, feeling frantic excitement. 

“Lie down,” Bruce said. 

“What?” 

“You heard me,” Bruce told her, sliding off the massage table and striking its surface with his hand to indicate it. “Lie down here.”

“On my stomach?”

Bruce nodded cockily, his mouth twisted into a grin of amused lust. “That’s what I said.”

Artemis put her hands on the table, leaning on it, writhing her body sensually forward, arching her back so that her breasts pushed up and her nipples danced before him.

“Just kiss me, Bruce, God, just kiss me. Kiss me while you fuck me, and you can fuck me as hard as you want—“

“Either you get down on your stomach or I’ll put you there myself,” Bruce growled softly.

“What are you going to do to me?” Artemis insisted.

“You’ll see.”

She stared at him. Her refusal to be ordered about was as genuine as her sexual arousal. She snarled at him. Bruce snarled back, more with desire than with anger, and he grabbed her body, digging his fingers into her quivering flesh as he pulled her down roughly onto her stomach.

“How dare you manhandle me!” Artemis cried. “How dare you!”

But at the same time she spread herself out obediently on the massage table, her body melting and pliant as she prepared herself to receive what he was going to give her. The twin moons of her white asscheeks encased in the tightly stretched material of her yoga pants made Bruce’s corded body almost hum with lust. Suddenly he gave her pert ass a sharp smack with the flat of his palm.

“Oww!” Artemis cried, her hands reflexively flying back to protect her practically bare ass. She twisted her head to look up at Bruce. “You can’t discipline me! You can’t!”

But Bruce only grinned at her. With his left hand he reached down and pushed her face down against the table. Then with his right he thwacked her viciously on the ass again.

“Oooww!” Artemis yelped. “I am an Amazon warrior! I will not be subjected to this!”

She tried to get up, to squirm out of his reach, but he grabbed her by the backs of the elbows and forced her down again roughly. Now he began to spank her in earnest, unmercifully, methodically. He whacked her bared asscheeks again and again, the flat of his hand coming down so hard that the sting of it against her flesh made her squeal and gnash her teeth.

“Oww! Oh! Aiiee! You think I can’t take it!? You think I can’t take a few feeble blows!” she screamed, trying to escape again, wiggling away from him.

This time he reached down with both hands and dug his fingers brutally into the burning flesh of her ass, shoving her squirming pelvis back onto the table. His strong fingers clawed the flesh of her ass, rending the material of her pants. Gasping and panting, writhing under his grasping hands, Artemis went nearly hysterical. She didn’t stop writhing and twisting under each ferocious whack of his palm, but she was no longer trying to get away either.

“Ohhh, why are you doing this to me?” she moaned, yelping and clutching at the table beneath her. “Oww! Oh! Ooooohh! Why?”

Bruce smacked the reddened globes of her ass again, again, again. “To teach you.”

He sped up the tempo, spanking her sharply, quickly, cruelly. Artemis grew delirious with excitement, terror, pain, swelling spasms of orgasmic tension. Her bare ass flamed and her body shuddered out of control. Incoherent sounds spluttered out of her gasping mouth. Her body trembled and boiled with the pressures of an approaching climax.

“Ohhhh, God, I love it!” she finally moaned.

She gyrated her ass up into his palm and groaned with hot pleasure. Then she rolled over on her back, gazing up at him, her eyes insane with sex. Now she wanted his tongue between her legs, inside her. As if sensing her thoughts, Bruce accommodated her without being asked, spinning her around to sweep her legs off the side of the table, kneeling to dive between them, press her hot cunt down over his mouth. His mouth swept against her and he licked with daring, greedy zeal.

“Suck my cunt!” Artemis cried, the crude word tasting delicious in her mouth.

He kept going, his tongue jabbing inside her. With wild threshing movements he swept the velveteen walls of her passage, and she felt his hands massaging her sore buttocks, pulling her tighter to his face until his very mouth seemed to be inside her, the slightest motion of his lips bringing her untold pleasure.

“Eat my pussy!” she pleaded. “Devour it! Devour me!”

His tongue was lapping, licking, teasing, tantalizing, and pleasing her. He opened his eyes to enjoy the sight of the naked sex he was tasting. Artemis was a gorgeous woman, everywhere, even deep inside where the tip of his tongue touched. He wanted to taste that hidden beauty. Tantalize her there the best way he knew how.

His tongue stabbed her slit and he flicked it back and forth in a tattoo pattern, his upper lip pressing against her clitoris. She gripped his head as she pressed down on his mouth.

“Eat it!” she whispered, her fingers clawing into his scalp. “It’s yours, eat it!”

Probing his tongue inside her, he prepared for the climax she sought so desperately. Her hands pulled him tighter and tighter to her cunt.

Something compelled Artemis to shriek “Eat my pussy, you fucking cannibal!”

Bruce smiled against her pussy, her blunt language doing nothing to dissuade his enjoyment of her. If anything, it only increased his pleasure to find her self-discipline waning, giving way to the barbarian desires within.

“Fuck!” Artemis cried again, pulling herself off him, her cunt too sensitive to stand a moment more of his pleasuring. She had stood the multiple orgasms he’d given her for as long as possible, but sometimes there was too much for even a Bana-Mighdall to take.

“We must go,” she said a moment later, pressing her hands to her cunt as if to cease the aching tenderness with pressure. “Your press conference is about to start.”

“Of course it is,” Bruce said. “And here I thought you’d just had enough.”

“Never,” Artemis said, prying her hands away from her womanhood once more. “It is just that your duty must come first.”

“Not quite first,” Bruce pointed out, his blue eyes tracing over the ample fluids that had darted down Artemis’s inner thighs. “And I count that we still have twenty minutes until the press conference.”

“Nothing wrong with being punctual.”

***

After the Batman Incorporated press conference had ended, Artemis walked Bruce back to his room, still in the guise of his bodyguard: a businesslike skirt, a sports jacket, glasses disguising her face and a chignon hiding the length of her hair. The only thing she really minded were the heels. Amazon women wore boots. Always.

“You think they’ll buy it?” she asked. “A training facility for unaffiliated superheroes?”

“They have no reason not to. Why would they suspect that a Secret Justice League is using the program as a cover for going on missions? Take off your shoes, it’s hurting me to see you in them.”

Artemis flashed him a grin before sitting down, exhaling at being off her feet. “I don’t think I can. I trust that if you’re intending to hurt a lot of people, I’m on your short-list.”

Bruce surprised Artemis, stooping to untie the straps on her heels that manacled her. “You, Shayera…”

“Diana?”

Bruce pulled the shoes off and started rubbing her feet. “She’s the Goddess of Truth, not of cloak and dagger.”

Artemis laughed. Once. She wore no stockings to blunt his touch and her feet were sensitive. “Don’t!”

She tried to pull her feet away. Bruce held on. He took a firmer hold, his fingers and thumbs digging in as he massaged. “I owe you for that massage earlier.”

It was less of a ticklish sensation, so Artemis allowed it. She couldn’t deny that it felt good… “Diana has operated covertly before. Once you divorce her from the title of Wonder Woman, she can do anything. She’ll just need a new costume.”

“Batwoman?” Bruce suggested.

Artemis scowled at him. “You want her wearing your brand. Of course that’s what this is about. You want her serving under you.”

“I don’t need to give her a costume to have a woman doing that.” He leaned forward suddenly and kissed her foot. Before Artemis could react, he was sucking her toes.

Artemis gasped and panted, partly with surprise, partly with excitement. Bruce’s hot tongue slithered between her toes, his lips smacking, itchy, tingling sensations shooting through Artemis’s feet and traveling up her legs. Her cunt started to throb. Her breasts swelled in her blouse, her nipples pressing against the white cotton fabric as she took off her jacket.

“And it seems I don’t need to beat you to have you kiss my foot,” Artemis said.

Bruce reached under her skirt. “I don’t need to eat your pussy to make you take my cock,” he said huskily, jerking her panties down her thighs. “But I’m going to.”

He pushed his head between her legs, pressed his mouth to the opening of her sex, and started sucking.

Artemis’s eyes rolled with the sensation. “Bruce! Oh God!”

He forced her legs wider apart and ate at her cunt. Artemis quivered, too weak to push his head away, too weak to even think of fighting him. Why would she want to?

Bruce slid up higher and kissed her nipples through her blouse. Artemis squeezed him between her legs. Her cunt twitched with each suck of his lips at her breasts. He moved up and kissed her, sliding his hot tongue into her mouth. Artemis moaned, helpless, her taut body a shaking, throbbing mass of heat and sensation. Obligingly, she sucked his tongue.

He pulled off her blouse, pulled down her skirt, and peeled away her bra. Artemis giggled, dizzy and out of her mind. She’d never felt so naked.

“I love making you come,” Bruce muttered. He shoved her legs wide apart and buried his head between her thighs, spreading her labia with his thumbs, licking the pink wet flesh between them.

Artemis’s toes curled. She tossed her fiery head from side to side, humping her sex at the man’s licking, sucking mouth. “Then do it!” she moaned. “Do it!”

Bruce growled like a wolf. His nose and mouth were buried between her engorged lips. His tongue drove into her passage, buried inside her, licking out the soft folds and tasty juices of her needy sex. 

Artemis draped her legs over his broad shoulders, digging her bare toes into his back, squeezing his head between her thighs. His mouth sent ecstatic sensations pulsing through her body. She grabbed her tits and massaged them, rubbing and pinching her nipples. It all felt so good she wanted to scream.

“Your pussy,” Bruce husked, his tongue deep inside her. “Your sweet little pussy…”

He devoured the cream foaming from her, nibbled on her clit, and sucked on the reddening folds of her deeper flesh.

“Mmm, mmmmm!”

Artemis noticed that his right arm was jerking as he twisted his head between her thighs. Through the spaces between the slats of her chair, she could see his hand jerking up and down on his big, hard cock. It stuck out from the fly of his pants.

“Oooooh!” she squealed, grinding her sex into his mouth, fucking herself on his probing, twisting tongue. The tension in her loins mounted. The sensations shooting through her reached a maddening pitch. She squealed again as her pussy exploded with spasms.

As Artemis fumed with ecstasy, feeding him her sweet orgasmic juices, Bruce sucked out the rewards of his services, mouthing and sucking and licking her clenching sex. His nose rubbed her clit. His tongue darted inside of her again and again.

Artemis’s legs finally relaxed and fell away from the man’s head. Bruce was breathing hard, as if having a heart attack. He rose. Artemis’s juices clung to his lips and chin.

“You took more than you did before the press conference,” he told her. “Makes me wonder just how much you can take.”

“Give it to me and you’ll find out,” Artemis promised.

Artemis scrambled for him, clutching at his cock like a wild animal starved for a meal. He gave her a straight arm and knocked her over on her back, where he lunged on top of her. He seized her arms by the wrists and forced them back up over her head, making her breasts thrust up tantalizingly.

With his knees, he forced her legs apart, then drove his cock into the open slit of her cunt.

Artemis, with a dreamy smile, eyes closed, squeezed her thighs on the lust-hardened manhood inside. Felt it big and hard and throbbing in the soft flesh within her. Tried to draw it deeper, even as she felt her wet cunt slipping over his shaft. She worked her pelvis, rubbing herself up and down on the rock-hard member, teasing and exciting herself. 

Artemis suddenly felt a pagan, atavistic thrill. She was alive and fucking a man, a cock. More than that, more than the lusty and lewd thrill of doing something taboo, she was doing something that her society had condemned from time immemorial—something that everyone in her tribe had secretly wished for and desired and feared.

She grinned up at Bruce’s face hovering over her with the guilty, silken knowledge that they were being carnal in the most sinful way the Bana-Mighdall knew: men and cocks and seed. The very thought made her feel as if the floor reeled and rolled under her. There was a roaring fire in her groin and she twisted and writhed her naked body licentiously up to her male lover. 

She was panting excitedly now as she spread her legs, as wide as they would go, undulating her hips up to his virile young manhood. Her cunt slipped and slid up to his full length, but could not take him, not with him withholding the last crucial heft of his prick. She could only tease herself with the few inches he offered.

Bruce wasn’t ready to fuck her yet. He had more in store for her. She was not yet animal enough to satisfy the plans he’d made to tame and tantalize her. When he was through with her, he was determined she would never forget this night, never be the same. 

Slowly, he forced Artemis’s wrists together so that he could hold them in one callused hand. His other hand pried under her back, arching it even more, making her large, lovely breasts spill upward in front of his face. His tongue licked and teased around the rigid nipples once more, all while she breathlessly watched. Artemis tilted her head forward and he slid her wrists underneath to cushion her head, leaving her face tilted even closer, her chin rubbing against the soft resilient flesh of her breasts.

She watched in mesmerized lust, her eyes clouded and out of focus as he sucked and bit a nipple just a few inches from her face. Artemis moaned, her mouth open as she felt streaks of searing pleasure course through her body and explode in the depths of her being. Her orgasm seemed like a cauldron churning, bubbling, soaring upward, filling her until she thought she would burst.

She could feel his stubble scratching her sensitive flesh as he used his chin to tilt her nipple even closer to her mouth. This man! The word seemed to hiss through the air as her hips undulated and her cunt convulsed and twitched against the shaft of his rigid maleness. 

It was not enough to fuck and suck the enemy, not enough to be so depraved as to enjoy being subjected to his attentions, she had to join in, reveal her own deep-set lusts to match his own. By exciting herself even more in front of him. The insidious delight of further perverting herself grew faster than ever inside her. She would do anything and everything he demanded and she hoped it would be everything.

Closing her eyes, an expression of utter lust came over Artemis’s face. She was now a wanton bitch rutting and groveling for further pleasure. Her tongue slid slowly out of her open mouth and laved over her own nipple.

“That’s it, girl,” Bruce breathed. “Suck!”

He pulled his hand free while Artemis, her hips still pumping enticingly, kept her hands under her head. Bruce cupped a large breast in his free hand and gently pressed Artemis’s own distended nipple into her mouth. Artemis’s wet lips closed over the nipple in an eager sucking motion, while Bruce tilted his head and suckled at the other nipple. 

Artemis’s heated expression turned blissful as she mewled and writhed under him. Shifting his hips, Bruce placed his cockhead on the lips of her sex. Artemis strained toward him, eager to be fucked. To have him fuck her.

With a sudden, savage thrust of his hips, Bruce rammed his knob through Artemis’s thin covering of pubic hair, on into her cunt with a wet slurp that was over before it began. He stretched her warm, wet walls tight and round, Artemis letting out an open-mouthed moan of pure pleasure as she felt herself being stretched to the point of pain. A pain that was oddly pleasing, exciting.

Then, just as suddenly, Bruce was gone, pulling out and leaping to his feet, jerking Artemis to her feet by one arm. Nothing was said as he dragged her through the apartment, the only sound being the two of them panting as he guided her to the bedroom. They burst inside, then Bruce spun her around and threw her sprawling on the bed. She landed on her back, her legs spread wide, the slit of her pussy wide and glistening in the midst of the soft sparse pubic hair that laid between her thighs.

Bruce went to the windows, tearing down the curtain ropes. Then he was crouching over the foot of the bed, his teeth bared, his breathing hard as he looped the rope around one ankle and passed it under the bed. Bringing it up the other side, he lashed the end around Artemis’s other ankle, then pulled the rope tight, dragging her legs helplessly wide apart while Artemis winced and moaned from the discomfort. It was nothing she couldn’t stand, but far from what she was used to.

Looping the rope, Bruce crawled up the bed and bound Artemis’s wrists to the upper posts so that she lay helpless, tied in a spread eagle position while her lover kneeled between her legs, his face contorted with passion.

Voicing a guttural snarl, Bruce fell on her and plunged his engorged cock deep into her wide open cunt. Artemis screamed as loud as she could while Bruce conquered her brutally, fucking her helplessly bound body with all his might. 

Artemis thought she was going to pass out as he tore into her flesh, banging the blunt head of his prick cruelly deep inside her passage. She thought she would go mad from the intensity until she felt her orgasm coming again, mingling with the pain, becoming the pain, the pain becoming a wild inarticulate pleasure that mounted until she felt like the top of her head was going to bust open.

“Fuck me!” she gasped. “Fuck me, fuck it, fuck me, Bruceeeee!”

Their naked flesh smacked together in a sensuously primitive, rhythmic tattoo. Their bodies glistened with sweat, buckling, grappling, undulating, and slapping together with Artemis moving as much as the cruelly biting ropes would allow. “I’m not through with you yet!” Bruce gasped. “You hot little slut!”

“Aagghhhh!” The grinding moan seemed to come from Artemis’s very soul as her body twisted up in cataclysmic pleasure. In a superhuman effort, she lifted the two of them off the bed, only her head and heels touching down as she was held tense, her inner muscles quivering crazily in the throes of her orgasm.

Artemis came again and again, twitching, convulsive, her mouth open and her eyes showing white as her body twitched and trembled from head to toe. “Oh God, Bruceeeeeee… I… I’mmm… commmming!”

And her body collapsed under her, all her muscles now turned to warm butter as she felt his cock still ramming into her cunt, her cunt still spastically spurting. The tightly clenched lips of her sex seemed to grip his shaft in a hotly locked chokehold.

With a snarl, Bruce pulled free and crawled up her bound body, straddling his knees on either side of her full, rounded breasts and seizing her head in his hands. He pulled it up and forward. His fingers were entwined in her hair and Artemis’s eyes went wide as she realized what he was going to do, the wetly glistening head of his cock looming before her face.

“Bruce!” she cried. “No, cum in my cunt, Bruce, cum in my cunt…!”

But her voice was cut off as he shoved his huge manhood into her mouth, gagging her as she tasted the heat and wetness of her own orgasmic juices. His cock fucked in and out of her mouth with a lubricated ease, growing in size with his excitement. Despite her submission, Artemis found herself growing excited again as Bruce increased the rhythm of his strokes, his hips pumping his cock in and out until he threw his head back and bellowed.

His cock swelled in her mouth, filling it completely, then Artemis felt hot sperm explode from his cock and hit the back of her throat. She swallowed as he came, again and again, filling her mouth and ballooning her cheeks as she swallowed to keep from choking. She swallowed his warm slippery seed again and again as she felt Bruce’s body slowly relaxing, listing to one side, his hands becoming limp and falling from her head as he moaned in wildly satiated delight.

With an aggravated lewdness twisting her hips, Artemis sucked on his deflating cock with all her might, determined to suck him dry. She could feel his body trembling in fine spasms as he fell from her, his cock sneaking from her lips, a thin silvery strand spilling out to lie glistening on her breast as he fell heavily to lie next to her.

Artemis lay trapped, naked and sensual in her well-pleasured daze, her hips pumping as she writhed against her bonds, wanting to fuck more, wanting to fuck the night away. “Bruce!” she gasped, looking at him wildly, hungrily.

Bruce propped himself up on one elbow and grinned at her. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you? Want to get fucked some more?”

“Bruce!” she hissed between clenched teeth, heaving and twisting her buttocks.

“Let me hear you say it, lover,” Bruce said casually.

Artemis closed her eyes and her head thrashed back and forth to blot out the sound of what she was about to say. “Please fuck me, please, fuck me, fuck me more!” she said, her voice hard and low.

Bruce got up and stared blearily around the room. “Must be something here.”

He strolled into the bathroom while Artemis raised her head and wondered what he was doing there.

The answer was before her in a moment. He came from the bathroom slowly, a well-worn and sardonic smile playing on his lips. He had something in his right hand, concealed behind his naked body.

He brought it slowly into view. It was a hairbrush. Artemis’s very own hairbrush. The handle large and thick. “This’ll do,” he said, getting on the bed and kneeling between her wide-spread legs. “Until I decide to fuck you again.”

With a moan, Artemis let her head fall back, her mouth open, tensing her legs and flexing her knees as much as she could. Rolling her buttocks under and thrusting her cunt open for Bruce to do whatever he wished to her.

“Bruce, oh Bruce… I’m pregnant!” she gasped.

“Already?” Bruce asked, eyebrow raised.

Artemis’s submissive mien cracked with irritation. “From before, you… you man!”

Bruce smiled at her, sitting down alongside her on the bed. “I know.”

“You know?”

“I am a detective, remember? And there’s not too many reasons for a woman of your fitness to suddenly be bursting out of her shoes.” He reached down to playfully pat her belly. “I suppose I’ll just have to make an honest woman out of you.”

Artemis’s annoyance flared. “Oh you’ll just have to?”

Bruce smiled at her, his cavalier manner softening. “Marry me,” he asked gently. “Come with me like Diana has and be my wife.”

“And the baby?”

“I’ll be his father.”

“And…” Artemis’s voice lowered. “My pussy?”

“I’ll fuck it,” Bruce assured her.

“Now,” Artemis gritted out. “Right now.”

Bruce took the hairbrush out. But he stuffed the handle in Artemis’s mouth.

Still, she found herself sighing lovingly as she tasted on it how aroused he’d made her.