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Bat Hunting	By : BadGrayson Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 7777 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter Five:

Sucker
Dropping the phone, Bruce nervously fished around in his wallet until he pulled out the address that Selina had provided him on Saturday night. With her hand-written home address now in hand, he picked up the phone to call the Police. If the GCPD were quick enough, Selina might still be saved…
There was a even chance that the sound of their Police sirens may frighten Judson Caspian away, allowing Selina Kyle the opportunity to escape from her insane ex-boyfriend.
While Bruce dialled, his hopes suddenly went up in smoke.
Outside his window, the shockwave of a powerful explosion suddenly rocked its thick plate glass. Panicked cries from all around let him know that this wasn’t just another hallucination. It sounded just like a bomb had gone off…
Peering out of his rattled window, Bruce witnessed the mad scramble of terrified pedestrians on the sidewalks below. All traffic had come to a sudden snarled halt, the cacophony of blaring car horns instantly filling the air.
Glancing up the street, past the fleeing crowd, he witnessed thick black smoke beginning to billow out of the ground floor of a large apartment building only two blocks away… The exact same apartment building whose address was written on the slip of paper he still held in his hand...
It was Selina Kyle’s apartment building.
As he peered closer, Bruce realized that the smoke was actually coming from the tower’s parking garage. Had there been another car bombing in the downtown?! He wouldn’t put anything past Gotham mobsters these days…
Or did Judson Caspian plant the bomb.
He hated these flashes of intuition, because they were usually right. Looking at the address again, Bruce saw that Selina Kyle lived on the ninth floor of the luxury apartment tower, high above the underground parking garage.
Unless the explosion had damaged the building’s foundations, Selina should be uninjured.
Unless it was just a diversion, you moron.
Fuck…
It was a diversion.
Selina’s ex-boyfriend had left Bruce with the impression that Judson Caspian was so far gone that he could have set off a time bomb… just to have Selina all to his deranged self. To enact out his sick and twisted revenge on her uninterrupted by her neighbors.
Creating an emergency evacuation showed a callous disregard for human life, but the jilted lover may have been lost in some drug-induced fixation. Selina could have been the only thing that even registered with him now.
Still, it was actually a clever plan. It made Caspian an even deadlier adversary. Wayne knew that any available cop would be far too busy responding to this crisis than to bother with a domestic abuse call… especially one which was coming from the very building undergoing the evacuation.
Which left Bruce Wayne as Selina’s last hope.
As Bruce raced out of his office, he slapped the address down hard on Jeanine’s desk, staring with a riveting intensity that the nervous young Secretary had never witnessed from her imposing boss before.
“Jeanine, I need you to focus and listen to me very carefully… I have to go into that bombed building. Selina Kyle’s life is in danger. If you don’t hear from me in exactly thirty minutes, I want you to call the Police and ask for Officer Richard Grayson. Tell him everything that happened and where I am. Do you understand what you need to do, Jeanine?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“What is the name of the Officer you need to call?”
“Officer Richard Grayson.”
“Who’s life is in danger?”
“Selina Kyle.”
“Good girl.”
As Bruce loosened his tie and raced for the elevator, he prayed that he’d be able to make it in time. There were two blocks of frightened people, nine floors of smoky stairs, and a madman standing in his way.
From what he could remember, Judson Caspian was a big man and probably as tough as nails… But that wouldn’t be enough to stop Bruce. He’d battled monsters much worse than Caspian before.
It was only a matter of whether he could make it in time.
In the chaos of the streets and pushing his way through the throngs of people who were fleeing in the opposite direction, Bruce had forgotten the other challenge he had to face...
His own damned fear.
Struggling to maintain control of his wild suspicions by being this close to so many manic people, his private fears soon escalated, threatening to overwhelm him. He had to push it out of his mind and remain focused…
Selina’s life now depended on it.
Ducking into the abandoned alleyway of the luxury apartment building had been his sanity’s saving grace. Exerting himself by climbing up nine flights of metal stairs on the building’s exterior fire escape allowed Bruce to push those worries from his mind.
But being this out of shape left him gasping for breath.
Dick was right… He was getting old.
As Bruce caught his breath and gathered his courage, he quietly made his way into the hallway, hearing the muffled fire alarms from the eighth floor below. Why weren’t the fire alarms working on this floor? Nevertheless, it seemed that all the floor’s occupants had been evacuated.
Now he only needed to find Selina.
As Bruce carefully made his way through the eerie hallway to Apartment 909, the hairs on the back of his neck began to stand straight up. This wasn’t just one of his manifested terrors again, he was actually getting nervous. He wasn’t used to doing this sort of thing as Bruce Wayne.
The door to Selina’s apartment was unlocked.
Quickly pushing his way through the doorway and bracing himself for a fight, Bruce stumbled into Selina’s well-furnished living room… immediately discovering that it was vacant. There was a disconnected phone with its dislodged receiver sprawled across the middle of the floor.
He nervously looked around.
He couldn’t help but notice that for an ex-con who didn’t have a job, she was doing very well for herself. Her apartment had brand new, high-end furniture and he was pretty sure that some of the paintings on her walls were originals.
But that was something to worry about later.
For now, he needed to ascertain whether Selina was still here and still alive. It was entirely possible that Caspian had abducted her, using the mad panic of the evacuation as his cover. He called out to her.
“Selina? It’s Bruce. Are you in here?”
A small and frightened voice answered from the room immediately to his right.
“…In the bedroom.”
It was Selina’s voice.
But it wasn’t the seductive purr that he would have normally associated with the sultry Selina Kyle. This was the small voice of a woman who was either afraid or wounded. The words were not spoken as an invitation, but rather as an admission.
With his fists on high alert, Bruce crashed into the bedroom, ready to start swinging…
When he was halted by a strange and unexpected sight.
In the darkened corner of the bedroom, Bruce found the apartment’s lone tenant standing quietly in the corner. Selina stood with her back to him, her face pressed against the corner, unwilling to move.
She was wearing the infamous tight black outfit again. The same one that Bruce had hoped to never see her put on again… She was Catwoman, but quietly standing in the corner, in the same way that a child might stand if they were punished and sent to stand in the corner by a school teacher.
Bruce didn’t see any noticeable injuries, but something was definitely amiss. Selina was never this docile. There was a good likelihood that she was in shock.
“Selina?... It’s Bruce. Are you alright?”
Without turning, Selina answered him in a quiet, child-like voice.
“I’ve been a naughty girl. I must be punished.”
That bastard Caspian must have drugged her… or worse.
“Selina, we have to get out of here! Now!”
As Bruce quickly strode towards Selina, fully intending to carry her over his shoulder if he had to, he suddenly froze in his tracks... The deep male voice that had suddenly spoke from behind him revealed that - beyond the shadow of a doubt - he had just fallen for a trap.
Judson Caspian had gotten the drop on him.
“Selina must face her punishment in order to cleanse you of your sins, Mr. Wayne. Rejoice in her willing sacrifice, for today may be the day or your redemption!”
As Bruce spun around to confront Selina’s assailant, the first thing that he saw was the nickel-plated Czechoslovakian CZ-75 that Judson Caspian firmly held in his hand…
Its shiny 9mm barrel was aimed squarely at Bruce’s chest.
Mentally measuring the distance between them, Bruce figured that he could leap the twelve foot span between them and tackle the larger man… But if Caspian were any kind of marksman, Bruce would arrive dead on impact.
Judson Caspian’s gun and that distance gave him the edge… for now.
Bruce raised both hands defensively in order to put the taller man at ease.
“Alright Caspian, calm down... I’m not here for a fight.”
“Of course not Mr. Wayne. You’re here for your salvation… or your death. Your fate is now in the hand of the Gods of desire.”
While Caspian rambled on like a Heretic, Bruce quickly studied his opponent. The older man was big, at least six-foot-four, and still athletic. He had the look of a stone-cold, out-of-luck killer in his twitching, blood-shot eyes. Bruce had no doubts that this mentally unstable man would kill him without hesitation.
But Judson Caspian still held some semblance of reason. He wasn’t a full-blown lunatic. He wore his dark red suit quite well. In the shadowy light of Selina’s bedroom however, the man’s outfit took on the shade of blood. The dark circles and wrinkles below Caspian’s eyes indicated that he didn’t sleep much, but he was still aware of what was going on.
His face reminded Bruce of the heroin addicts littering Gotham’s dark alleyways.
The man holding the pistol was obviously troubled, but still dangerous. If someone had informed Bruce that Judson Caspian had recently escaped from Arkham Asylum, he would have no reason to doubt them.
“Look, I’m not here to hurt you, Judson… I only want to make sure Selina is alright. There was an explosion in the parking garage. The Police are everywhere…”
Judson Caspian laughed out loud.
“My fiery offering shall keep the buzzing flies of Gotham entertained for some time yet, Mr. Wayne…”
“My God Caspian!… That bomb… It was you?!”
“Of course! An offering to the Gods of the City. Take pleasure in my labors, Bruce Wayne. Seize this glory you have found so that you may join me, Brother... I have tasted of Ambrosia, the nectar of the Gods… The course of my life is no longer my own to determine... My will has mingled with the bloodline of the Gods so that I must render their Divine Law!”
If Bruce had any doubts before, they were now put to rest.
Judson Caspian was out of his fucking mind.
Selina had said that the older man had become dependant on the super-addictive, recreational sex-drug called Need. Bruce wasn’t sure what the madman had planned for himself and Selina now, but he needed to try and talk him out of it...
Quickly.
“You’re under the influence of Need, Caspian... If you don’t get help, it’s going to kill you... Look, I have a friend that’s being successfully treated… Let me help you.”
Bruce wasn’t about to mention that Harvey was still in the hospital under a medically-induced coma. The effects of the drug could be fatal after only weeks of use.
“Mr. Wayne, it is I that shall help you… I could die at this very moment and still carry this taste of Heaven to Paradise... My ecstasy is greater than even death itself... You have yet to taste of the divine sacrament... You have not seen the light of holy desire…”
Bruce realized that Judson Caspian had fallen off the deep end of the crazy pool. Attempting to reason with him wasn’t accomplishing anything more than stalling for time. Time he wouldn’t have.
Bruce’s only hope was to wait for an opening to then take the big man down. There was the possibility that Jeanine would panic and call Richard of course, but he wasn’t banking on it.
“Alright Caspian… What do you want me to do?”
“You must worship at the altar of Selina Kyle and then seek her divine blessing, my friend.”
Bruce turned his head and gazed at the once proud female arch-criminal who was now huddled in a corner like a school girl, staring blankly at the wall. How the fuck was he supposed to worship at her altar?
“If Selina is divine, then why are you punishing her like this, Caspian?”
“She suffers for your sins, Brother… As the mortal vessel of the divine. The time has come to begin your lesson… Go to her now.”
To emphasize his point, Judson Caspian waved the pistol at a puzzled Bruce, indicating that he should go to Selina. The younger man watched apprehensively at the hand gun being carelessly waved at him. Bruce hoped the Czechoslovakian-made pistol didn’t have a hair trigger.
Deciding that he had no choice but to play Caspian’s little game for now, Bruce turned and slowly walked to the corner where Selina stood alone. In her slinky black outfit, she blended into the room’s shadows.
As Bruce came to a stop directly behind Selina, he caught himself reminiscing about the past. Those nights where the pair of them had battled on Gotham’s rooftops long ago. It was a strange time to suddenly be feeling nostalgic. He suspected it was due to those cute clip-on cat ears he hadn’t seen in years…
The man with the gun called out his next commandment.
“Be anointed with genuine articles of the gods’ property, Mr. Wayne… Allow your hands to indulge in the perfect breasts of the Goddess. Lay your hands upon the flesh and revel in its ample bounty.”
Bruce hoped that Caspian was simply fulfilling some voyeuristic fantasy and not looking for an excuse to shoot him in the back. Still, he’d better play along with the man’s sick fantasies for now.
As Bruce held Selina’s large breasts in his powerful hands, it was like he had found an undiscovered country. He couldn’t remember the last time he had fondled a woman’s tits like this…
Actually, he couldn’t recall fondling a woman’s tits at all…
The heavy and fleshy sensation beneath the soft, lurex bodysuit sent strange shivers down his spine and loins, as though Selina’s breasts were somehow forbidden to him. Bruce ran his open hands over her erect, protruding nipples – allowing each of his fingers to bounce off those plucky nipples.
Selina drew a sudden gasp when he squeezed her erect nipples between his thumb and index finger.
“Good, Mr. Wayne… But now you must absolve yourself of sin and beg for her forgiveness… And you must beg for that forgiveness on your knees.”
Glancing back at Caspian for an opening, Bruce found himself staring directly down the barrel of the CZ-75. So much for that idea.
He dropped to his knees.
“Behold, Brother!… Behold the glory of the ass which men have only dreamed of!”
In contrast to her rock hard thighs, there was a pleasant softness to Selina’s tight round ass, which was now waited mere inches away from his face. As Bruce knelt at Selina’s curvy backside, he noticed that the tightly stretched fabric of her cat suit revealed every delicate, feminine curve of her luscious butt.
“Indulge your desires, Mr. Wayne… Embrace your senses… Take hold of the divine ass of the Goddess.”
Bruce raised his hands to squeeze the wonderful mixture of muscle and softness beneath the fabric of the supple lurex. While Selina had a great ass, it wasn’t the one he wanted to squeeze. In all honesty, Bruce should have been turned on by this, but instead… It just felt like he was cheating on Dick.
Not that Judson Caspian noticed.
“Taste of the pleasures of Heaven, Brother… Lick that perfect ass.”
Bruce had a feeling that the lunatic with the gun was enjoying this much more than he was. Still, Bruce obediently stuck out his tongue and ran it over the fabric covering Selina’s tight ass. He firmly held her ass cheeks and tongued her crack hard as she whispered a soft moan.
She was getting turned on. Bruce actually heard her start to purr…
Literally.
“Your alms have proven worthy, Mr. Wayne… You may dine at her altar. This perfect woman, this creature of heavenly perfection that I have so desperately longed for… Her growing hunger must now be appeased by your own ravenous appetite. To be satiated, you must feast on her delights…”
Bruce postulated that in Caspian’s own warped mind, the sick man had idealized Selina Kyle. Due to the effects of Need, Selina had become the ultimate woman to him, a perfect Goddess of desire.
When Bruce had turned her down on Saturday night, Judson Caspian’s religious doctrine of Selina Kyle must have been blasphemed as well. In Caspian’s twisted world, there could be no greater sin than rejecting Selina. These must have been the ‘sins’ the madman was referring to.
The sermon to a kneeling Bruce Wayne continued.
“Let thy mouth be christened by her rod, and your hunger be sated by Salvation, Brother. Feast now upon her mighty staff so that your soul may know of joy.”
As Selina slowly spun around, Bruce had assumed that the black leather straps which had run snuggly around her firm waist were a new part of the Catwoman outfit…
He had been wrong.
As Selina Kyle turned, Bruce suddenly got an incredibly close look at the black, massive, glistening strap-on hanging from her pelvis. As he stared in shock at her new appendage, the enormous silicone monstrosity slapped into his cheek, a beckoning invitation to his open mouth.
Christ, that thing was huge!
Bruce blinked nervously at her giant black cock, unsure if his mouth could even accommodate something like that! It was the diameter of a silver dollar and thirteen inches long.
As Selina wiggled her hips seductively, she rubbed the giant sex toy across the delicate flesh of his well-positioned lips. Unable to avoid its tip, Bruce tasted the bitter, sticky substance which covered this monster cock. It was too acrid to be lubrication, reminding him more of some plant-based salve than petroleum jelly.
Bruce quickly yanked his head away in response to the pungent shock of its foul taste, prompting Selina to gaze down at him with large, imploring eyes while using her silk-gloved hands to return his head into position.
She whispered a deadly warning to him.
“Bruce… He’s crazy… He’ll kill us both… Please... You have to suck it.”
As Selina placed her silken-gloved hand beneath his chin and gently guided Bruce’s mouth back to her awaiting toy, he surrendered to her. Bruce realized what was at stake. Judson Caspian had promised him salvation… or death.
Opening his lips wide, he let the massive penis-shaped tool slide into his mouth.
The bitter taste was still there, but Bruce managed to overcome his gag reflex and wrap his wet mouth around more of her cock, allowing its enormity to fill his entire mouth and throat. Selina suddenly held onto the top his head as she moaned with pleasure, deftly twirling his thick hair around her sharpened claws.
As Bruce took deep breaths through his nose, Selina slowly moved her hips back and forth, pushing her big, black cock deeper down his expanding throat, firmly gripping the top of his head with her strong hands to bring his face closer to her thrusting hips.
Bruce was surprised at how fucking good he was at this.
He had fully expected to choke on that massive cock, but he was able to relax and let it slide deep into his throat, making wet ‘Glub’ ‘Glub’ sounds as his head bounced up-and-down on her sexy, black enormity.
Enjoying the submissive spectacle as Bruce gazed up at her with teary, choking eyes, Selina continued to force her large, pliable penis deeper and deeper down his throat.
With a scream of pleasure, Catwoman went for broke and ruthlessly grabbed a handful of his hair, slamming the lengthy dildo fully into Bruce’s throat to the point where he couldn’t breathe.
As she held both his head and the lengthy cock firmly in place, Bruce’s lips came to rest against its silicone balls, while its thirteen inches of thick, black shaft filled his entire esophagus.
It was too deep for Bruce to even breathe.
As Selina passionately continued to grind his face into her hot pelvis, forcing him to deep-throat the entire colossal length of her strap-on, Bruce’s futile struggles to draw air were failing, leaving him faltering along the verge of unconsciousness.
At the last possible second, Selina slowly extracted the giant cock out of his throat, allowing him to finally draw a life-saving breath. As he helplessly bowed over, coughing from the cruel onslaught of his throat, the seductive Catwoman peered down at a hapless Bruce.
“My, my… You love to suck Mommy’s big cock, don’t you?”
Catwoman slowly ran her silky thumb across his quivering lips while she enticingly licked her own full lips. Slowly, his mistress kneeled down to face him, running her tongue across his face while she sent her wandering hand slowly across his muscular leg.
Until a silk glove that ended in sharp claws found his own swelling penis beneath tight pants.
“Mmm… What have we here?... Mommy like... Bruce is such a naughty little boy.”
Bruce felt his own cock exploding with life as Selina stroked it, slowly bringing a second hand between his legs to undo his belt… and then unbutton his pants… and finally slide his strained zipper down until it freed his own painfully erect cock.
While she playfully nibbled on his earlobe, those wonderful silken hands stroked his own pleading manhood. He felt her heaving breasts rub against his own chest while she quietly whispered into his ear.
“This will be our little secret, Bruce... Mommy’s going to take good care of her little boy… But you’ve been a naughty little scamp while I was away… Haven’t you, Darling?”
As Selina gripped his balls, Bruce gasped deeply as the jolt of pain from his testicles mixed with the pleasure of her masterful touch. He audibly moaned as two silk-gloved hands ran tightly up the entire thick, length of his shaft.
Catwoman slowly rose once more to her feet, leaving his teased cock aching for her silken touch again.
As Bruce came face-to-face with the massive sex toy once more, he helplessly endured its heavy length of silicone slapping against his cheek, and then slapping against the other… Over and over. Catwoman was moving her curvy hips, playfully pistol-whipping Bruce’s face with her giant black strap-on.
“Now, now… Don’t fret. This is for your own good, Darling… Don’t lie to Mother… I know how badly you’ve wanted me to put this giant black cock into your tight little ass… I know by the way you always look at me... Do you love Mommy’s big cock, Bruce?…. Tell me how badly you want it to fuck you... Don’t lie to Mommy, Darling…”
His own cock was on fire now, throbbing like a piston between his trembling legs as he felt feverish with desperate passion. His asshole literally twitched in excitement as he envisioned Selina mounting him from behind and launching that massive fuck-tool deep into his needy asshole.
He broke into a hot sweat just thinking about it.
As he struggled to catch his excited breath, Bruce Wayne’s sole desire became a need to be soundly fucked in the ass by Mommy and her black monster cock… like some cheap little whore. He needed to have Mommy bend him over and make him her little boy again.
Your scars.
That strong voice deep inside him again…
Yes, his scars… A lifetime as Batman had left its mark on his body. Bruce’s back was a mass of scar tissue, and many of those scars had been left by Catwoman herself. If Selina were to witness his bare back, she would instantly know who he really was.
He was Batman.
Yes, Bruce Wayne was Batman… And he had fallen in love with his own ward, Richard Grayson. Maybe he did need to be punished. Punished for falling in love with the man he had helped raise, the tragically abandoned boy he had taken in all those years ago...
Maybe having this beautiful woman push her long, thick cock deep into his ass was just what the Doctor ordered. If nothing else, it was exactly what his father would have prescribed for his cock-craving, homosexual ass.
Mommy could make a real man out of him and straighten out her naughty little boy.
You’ve been poisoned you with Need, Bruce.
That sticky, foul-tasting substance which had initially coated the strap-on dildo… That slimy ooze which he had sucked off her massive cock like some greedy, backstreet whore…
It had been Need.
The fire that was now racing through his veins, setting his mouth, ass and cock ablaze with mad desire were due to the effects of the super-potent sex drug called Need. He was being inundated with overpowering sexual desires and Selina was only too happy to oblige.
Catwoman fixed him with another naughty smile while she continued to slap her heavy cock across his blushing face.
“Are you afraid, Darling?... Afraid of Mommy’s giant cock?... Would you like it in your slutty, little mouth again?”
Like the whore he was, Bruce nodded.
Taking the supple shaft deep into his throat and wrapping his arms around Selina’s hips, Bruce frantically grasped and caressed her wonderful ass in his hands, admiring the feel of the soft lurex across his fingertips as he desperately sucked on her giant silicone cock.
While Selina pumped the fleshy toy deeper into his insatiable mouth, it made wet gulping sounds as she mercilessly throat-fucked him. Catwoman was now purring with supreme satisfaction at Bruce’s profound appreciation for her large tool.
“Mmm… Such a good little boy… You love Mommy’s big cock, don’t you, Darling?”
As he sucked her monstrous shaft, Bruce obediently nodded his head up and down, using his tight grip on her incredibly hot ass to push the big cock deeper into his throat, unable to control himself anymore.
He needed his Mommy.
“That feels so nice… But Mommy has to give you your second dose of medicine, Darling… And I’m afraid this time, the Doctor said it must be administered into your pretty little ass... You have to be a brave little boy now and let Mommy slide her big cock into your ass... Can Mommy fuck your tight little asshole with her big, black cock, Sweetheart?”
As the tears fell from his eyes, he emphatically nodded his head up and down, no longer able to resist her. And yet, he knew that if Selina hit him with a second dose of Need, all hope for his soul was lost.
Bruce Wayne would become nothing more than her mindless, little fuck slave.
As Selina hauled the long, spit-covered shaft from his throat, Bruce’s mind was drowning in a lust-filled Paradise. The drug had now taken over his mind, transforming him into a willing slave to this woman’s lusty desires.
But he knew that Mommy would finally take away all his nightmares to make a real man out of her scared little boy… This ass-fucking was all for his own good. Bruce needed Mommy to fix him… To pound his gay, naughty ass with her giant cock until it didn’t love Daddy’s cock anymore…
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