Arkham Hate | By : drowsteel Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3914 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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After twelve more hours, employees were finally allowed to go home.
Kim felt light-headed as she entered her apartment, sick with the knowledge that the man she’d been meant to control had escaped before she even managed to get back to the asylum. Lack of sleep over the past two days wore on her, and she was past exhausted. She didn’t even know if Arkham would want her to come back, since she’d only been hired in the first place to transport Zsasz.
“Stupid, dead motherfuckers,” Kim said to herself, thinking of the officers who’d taken it on themselves to go in without her and John. Why hadn’t they waited?
Kim stripped off her uniform and let it fall on the floor, then started her shower running, waiting for it to warm up. The first few seconds of cold water made goosebumps come up on her arm and made her nipples harden. Kim shivered, and walked to the kitchen to start tea boiling. Tea was calming for her.
Midway to the kitchen, Kim froze. Someone was standing next to her bed.
“Hello, Kim,” Zsasz said. He was standing in his pristine white boxers, revealing six fresh scars on his chest, framed against myriad old ones.
Kim forced herself to stay calm, take stock of where her potential weapons were. Her gun was on her uniform, next to Zsasz. Her martial arts knives were in the closet, behind Zsasz. Slowly, Kim continued moving toward the kitchen.
“Your naked body looks even more beautiful than I pictured it,” Zsasz said, not moving to stop Kim. “It’s been a long time since I felt this way about a woman.”
Kim reached for her kitchen knives, only to find them gone. Cursing under her breath, she grabbed the phone, knowing even before she tried it that Zsasz would have cut the line.
Zsasz sat on the couch, hands together in front of him. “It was Harley Quinn that gave me the idea,” he said. “You know what happened, Kim?”
“No,” Kim answered. Her front door was rifled, she could see now. If she struggled to open it, Zsasz would have a few seconds to attack her unprotected back.
“I could see it from my cell,” Zsasz said. “I never knew a relationship could be that way. I always thought that love was dulling to the senses.” He cocked his head. “How do you feel about me, Kim?”
Kim locked eyes with Zsasz, now edging closer to him and toward her gunbelt on the floor. “You were usually pleasant to deal with. You didn’t cause us many problems.”
“No personal feelings?” Zsasz smiled.
“You frighten me,” Kim answered.
Zsasz nodded solemnly. “I wish I didn’t,” he said.
Lightning fast, Kim snatched her belt off the ground. It was too light. Kim felt like crying. How had he gotten this far?
Zsasz sighed and stood up. Kim realized that she would have to fight without weapons against an opponent who almost certainly did.
Kim’s naked body rolled, generating as much power as she could into a full rolling roundhouse kick that slammed into Zsasz’s rock-hard stomach and sent him to the ground. Before he could recover, Kim followed with an axe kick at Zsasz’ face, only to feel strong hands catch her by the ankle and yank her down on top of her opponent.
Kim was now sitting on Zsasz’s bruised stomach, legs spread. She couldn’t close them; he was twisting her ankles. Zsasz looked at Kim’s open legs with lust, and she could feel a bulge in his boxers pressing against her buttocks. She grabbed it hard and twisted, but Zsasz pulled her off balance by throwing her legs up past his head, sliding her little pussy lips right up on his face. Kim yelped as his tongue probed her. Strong arms held her thighs in place as Zsasz ate her snatch.
The love juices started flowing in spite of the terror Kim felt. She squeezed her legs around the rapist’s head, hoping to cut off his air, then tried to strike his head in a vulnerable spot, but couldn’t get one from her compromised position. Her body trembled, even as Kim tried to tell it not to.
Trying the trick which had worked before, Kim reached behind her for Zsasz’s erect penis. Her awkward fumbling seemed to excite Zsasz and he licked faster, making her gasp. Kim finally got a good grip and sqeezed hard on his cock until Zsasz screamed, though whether from pain or pleasure she couldn’t tell.
With almost inhuman strength, Zsasz lifted Kim’s body entirely off of him and stood up. Kim hit him hard in the face, and he just grinned. Zsasz hooked his boxers with one hand and lowered Kim’s trembling body onto his cock. Kim felt his dick stretching her and she moaned. As Zsasz started pumping, Kim desperately bit him on the neck, drawing blood but thwarted by the hard muscle.
Zsasz lowered Kim to the ground on all fours and handcuffed her with her own cuffs, the way Harley had been the night she’d escaped. Kim sobbed, no longer fighting as Zsasz fucked her treacherous body, her pussy sopping wet from excitement.
“I’ll be good,” Kim begged. “Please, Mister Zsasz, don’t kill me.”
Zsasz leaned forward and shushed her, running his hands over the front of her body, resting on her small, firm breasts. He pumped into her harder, and Kim rocked back against him, trying to stimulate him. Zsasz moaned, and Kim knew it was working.
As she pumped her ass back, Kim felt confused. Did she actually like being dominated? Her pussy was on fire, her body shaking as it came from being fucked by a serial killer. Zsasz pulled out, spurting cum onto Kim’s bare ass.
He stayed behind her, breathing hard.
Kim’s fear returned, having disappeared ever-so briefly.
“Are...” Kim sobbed. “Are you going to kill me?”
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