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The Breaking of the Bat	By : sexdottxt Category: DC Verse Comics >no category yet > no category yet Views: 906 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batwoman or any of the characters therein. This story is a work of fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-A Twisted Courting
- 2-Batholes
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Kate Kane had woken up early. This wealthy heiress was much like Bruce Wayne, from their pampered upbringing marked with tragedy to becoming caped superheroes. They had grappled and dealt with the worst of Gotham City's scum. They had much to be proud of.
At the same time there was no denying what a taxing job it could be. Batman had just barely managed to not go insane from the trials and tribulations of sparring with so many villains. Even then as a member of the Justice League, many still questioned his methods. But there was no denying he got results.
As the Batwoman, Kate Kate was no different. She was no stranger to beating her foes to a bloody pulp and making sure they understood that the forces of justice were not weak. She would do whatever it took to ensure that Gotham's streets were clean. Including agreeing to her current situation.
She had woken up early as she had important responsibilities in her civilian identity. Being a wealthy socialite had it's privileges in the upper echelons of Gotham's high society. There were perks to knowing the in's and out's of what was going on. The criminals of the underworld were all too well connected in so many ways and after her father's true activities were unveiled, she could not take any chances. There were so many suppliers and supporters of people like Bane and the Joker, and she intended to rout every single of them.
But there was another reason she had woken up early. Namely restlessness. She had agreed to an unsavory deal in the name of justice. On the surface she acted as she always had, though more than a few people had noticed her a strangeness in her demeanor. But whenever people asked her if she was alright, she was always quick to assure her that things were one hundred percent peachy keen. Nobody could have imagined what she was planning.
That night, she had put on her batsuit and went to Gotham's mean streets. She went to the agreed upon place, an abandoned basketball court. These were common enough places all over the city, but this was a certain one her contractors had asked her to show up in. She made this choice and now she had to live with it.
When she got there, she found a gang of men waiting for her. They all had smiles on their faces, and more than a few of them were licking their lips at the sight of her. The leader of the group was waiting in the back, a man with slicked back dark hair and calmly grinning at her. He was sitting on an informal throne of sorts, in this case a big steel block, while he held a steel pipe over his shoulder. He didn't once look away from her.
There were plenty of people around them too outside the basketball court. Just walking around minding their own business. To the outside world, what was happening here was nothing but a bunch of friendly blokes playing basketball. Even the presence of Batwoman wasn't any cause for alarm.
The presence of others warmed something in her. There were all kinds of people there. Some tough looking guys, others being friendly innocent families with no care in the world. It was the latter type that she was happy to see. The men she was with would be out and about all over the city doing all kinds of unspeakable things to these people if it wasn't for her little arrangement. Even now in her degrading situation, she was secure in the knowledge that they were unharmed.
On the other hand she knew things could quickly go south if she didn't do what they wanted right now. These people were now unwitting hostages. Even someone as tough as her who could break all these thugs several times over could not protect all these people at once. The stakes just got higher.
“Glad to see you've agreed to our little deal little bat,” he said. He got off his throne and gestured at it. It was a safe. She knew it's kind, it was high tech and state of the art. For guys like these, it was usually rigged wih a bomb set to blow if the incorrect combination was entered. She had no doubt it was the case now. And right behind that door locked with a specific keycode was the information she needed. “Almost started to think you weren't gonna make it.”
That wasn't true and he knew it. The agreed upon time was four on the dot. She had to make sure they were being good to their word. Gotham was nothing if not a hotbed for crime. Night after night, she always got reports of petty crimes and burglaries. But as she moved about the city for hours on end, it seemed almost serene by comparison tonight. She knew they were being good to their word.
She spat. “Let's just let this over with.”
“That's not an appropriate attitude to have. If it weren't for us being so open minded, do you know what kinds of things we'd be doing right now?” A good deal of the men started laughing. He stepped up from his perch and advanced right at her. “We'd be all over the place. Even tough mighty superheroes like you wouldn't be able to handle all of us terrorizing the city all at once. There'd be so much mayhem going on that this city would be defenseless. And it would all be your fault, wouldn't it?”
“You're making me start to rethink it. You say there's lots of you right here in front of me?” She cracked her knuckles. “That would make my job easier, wouldn't it?”
A good deal of the toughs grunted and some spat. They were moving on her. She put up her dukes, she had tangled with way tougher louts than these. But then the leader rapped his pipe on the pavement. That got them to stop and look back at them.
He was keeping them in line to keep this deal going on as much as it was for their own safety. He wasn't as dim as the rest of his cohorts. “Easy fools. She hadn't done anything yet. The little bat can flap her lips as much as she pleases. But you will behave yourself, won't you? There's another thing we agreed to.” He tapped his pipe on the safe.
“As long as you live up to your end of the deal.”
He snickered and ran a hand through his hair. “Oh yes we will. It's not just that we behave ourselves, right boys? A night of keeping our hands clean so the sweet and innocent people of our fair city can sleep like babies in their little cribs. No, no, there's more to it than that. We give you all the intel we can find on the meanest crooks in Gotham. That was our arrangement. In exchange, we get to have a night of fun.”
“Then let's get this over with already.”
The same ones who had been ready to tear her to pieces were now laughing like hyenas. “Eager to begin?” he said. “Good. You're much more reasonable than a certain other bat. He's a batman, but you're a batwoman.” The other guys started laughing. “I think I'll call you Miss Woman if you don't mind?” She didn't say anything.
Clearly he didn't care. He boldly strode on over to her so he was only inches apart from her. “Jack off as much as you want boys. Just don't bust your nuts too fast. I don't want you ruining your sloppy seconds with our lovely guest.” The whole crowd hooted and hollered, high-fiving each other.
***
The other crowd around them was getting bigger. Some were watching in shock while others had smiles on their faces. Regardless of their feelings, there was no doubt that they were spellbound by what was happening.
***
She scowled at his remarks. She was having second thoughts. But as she was distracted by the likes of them, she had to contend with the man right in front of her. The leader was so close to her their faces were only inches away from each other.
He cupped her chin and she snapped her head away. “Don't be like that Miss Woman,” he growled at her in a casanova's whisper and cupped her chin again so they were making eye contact. She bristled at him, feeling nothing but disgust for him. He wasn't bothered one bit and grabbing the back of her head, pulled her into a cruel kiss. Clearly he wasn't afraid of her either, he wasted no time and pushed his tongue into her mouth from the beginning. The first few seconds she was paralyzed from it actually happening. But that shock quickly changed to revulsion as the reality of the situation dawned on her.
He was viciously dominating her, whipping his tongue around in every corner of her mouth. He had closed his eyes and moaned deeply like she was his lover, feeling up her sleek muscular form within the confines of her right batsuit. From her tits to her legs to her ass he couldn't keep his hands to himself. And then as he was still forcing his tongue down her throat, he even ran his hands through her hair flowing down from her shoulders.
This isn't right. This isn't right! Part of her tried to keep calm but deep down she was raging at the nervous tingly sensations running riot through her body. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore.
She instinctually broke away from it and looked away from him. She grit her teeth and spat in disgust. The same men who were cheering it on froze up, not sure what that meant. Even guys like these slow in the brains and quick with their fists didn't know what to. But the leader wasn't worried.
***
People were starting to pay attention now. More than a few of them had stopped. It wasn't every night they saw something like this go down. They didn't know what they should have been feeling, Gotham was Gotham and in spite of all the dark things that went down, this kind of thing still made them feel something instead of being deadened to it. But they were watching with rapt attention.
***
He cupped her chin and tilted her head so that she was looking right back at him. She refused to make contact with him and instead look at all his men, having a mind to rearrange their faces. “My charms a bit too much for a dame like you? That's fine. The first kiss is always the most awkward, right guys?” They started laughing at that one.
The leader licked his lips and sighed to himself like he was looking at a piece of fine art. Kate was used to guys like this one, men who wouldn't take no for an answer, and even gentle guys who thought they could be the one for her. None of them were good enough and in all aspects of her life she had the means to tell them no. But now she was at a disadvantage.
Then he started kissing her again. His touches on her were far more forceful this time, and he made extra sure to grab her tits and ass as hard as he could. She squirmed in his hands but otherwise made no move to escape him. As much as she hated it, she knew she had to comply with their demands.
Still forcing his tongue inside her touching all over her tits and ass, he slipped a hand onto her crotch. Her batsuit was designed to endure all sorts of punishment and extreme temperatures from all over the world, but in that state of extreme shame, she felt his touch stronger than ever. Her body was flushed all over with so many feelings.
He knew he was getting to her. It only got him more excited. That close to her, he held her form right up against his. He loved the feeling of her ample bosom right up against his chest and how vulnerable she was in his arms. He grinded right up against her. He had never known such a thrill before. Not just dominating such a powerful warrior woman but also a known and feared hero. This night was going to be a good one.
He stopped kissing her and savored her taste. He was swishing the mix of their spit in his mouth like a little boy who just got a delicious bite of candy. Then he licked his lips. “You taste great Miss Woman. But,” he said, feeling her up, “I don't think it's fair for you to be hiding all of this hotness.”
“I ain't telling you who I am.”
“I'm not asking you to take off your mask. Hell, some of us like a little bit of mystery.” Some of his pals laughed and elbowed each other. “And there's always the possibility you're a butterface.” That did earn him a glare. “But there's no denying you've got a shape. So be a doll and share with us.” She didn't stop glaring at him. He shrugged his shoulders. “Or we can go back on our deal. The Joker is the type to make all kinds of seedy alliances. Some might call them intergalactic deals instead. Before you know it, not even the Justice League will be a match for him.”
“Darkseid. You're telling me that he's actually...”
“Or Trigon.”
“If that's the case then...”
“Hey, I haven't said a word have I? I might be telling the truth. Or I might be prone to hyperbole and you'd be throwing your life going after them. I will tell you that there is something going on. Only way for you to know the truth is to do as I say. And the night is young. But once we're through here,” he said, clasping his hands and leaning back, “you will know the truth and only the whole truth.”
She grit her teeth at him. “Fine.” She reached behind her suit for the zipper and began pulling it down.
Everyone froze up the instant they first heard it. They watched her without making a sound. She could feel their shares on her And she just kept on pulling it off. The atmosphere was electric with a heated tension.
She didn't look away from them once. She refused to let them get the idea that she was afraid of them, let alone that they were getting under her skin. But they were far from put off by her glare and just openly licked their lips at the sight of her. That attitude of hers in this context wasn't scaring them. Instead they thought of it as the behavior of a petulant little child who needed to be spanked and taught how to behave.
She had gotten her zipper down to her ass crack. The only thing keeping her skin cool was the night air breeze. Underneath her batsuit she was sweating with shame and even then with so much of her exposed before them, she felt a nervous heat all over her flesh. She didn't look away from them, and she had stopped there.
Hang in there Kate. These guys are nothing. You're an accomplished woman in every way. They're just scum. For several seconds she just looked back at them with a renewed ferocity.
She was stalling and they all knew it. “Turn around,” said the leader. She did as she was told, revealing how much of her was exposed to their predatory eyes. They were barking and whooping like wild animals. Her broad back was lined with muscle but her was perfect and round, and more than a few of them were ready to pounce. But the leader held up his hand and they all stopped just like that.
“Don't make me have to put you lot down,” he snapped at them. He picked up his pipe and whacked it on the pavement underneath him. They didn't say anything but the shame could be felt in the air. Even in her current position she was impressed at how much control he had over them. He marched forward so that he was right behind her. He moved back her mane of red hair and sniffed it, savoring her scent, the product of a well bred woman. “Keep on stripping,” he whispered in her ear. “I'll sample the goods in the meantime.”
He licked deep inside of her ear. She shuddered as the feeling of his lips and tongue all over her bare skin. But what made it worse was the other heat burning in her body beyond shame. A wetness was forming in her pussy and he made sure to trace his fingers all over her back, sending nervous shivers up her spine.
She tried focusing on anything other than what was happening to her in the present. But it only stirred the dark feelings gnawing in her flesh so much worse. She pushed these thoughts out of her head. They would do her no good in helping her endure it.
One step at a time, she thought to herself. One second at a time. Before you know it, it'll all be over soon.
Moving her hands to her shoulders, the leader peeled her batsuit off, revealing her broad naked flesh there. As she did so, the leader made sure to move his head up and lick her there too. His face got all in her mane of soft red hair and sniffed it deeper, taking in the sweet scent of her shampoo. “You smell nice,” he said, kissing her neck. His hand was moving in her ass crack, clutching her rump. He whooped a little bit, her donk really was the perfect mix of muscle and softness, she could have easily been a stripper.
She wouldn't let him have this one over her. “You're a bastard,” she hissed. The other guys made some hushed whoops and noises at that exchange.
He whistled at her nerve. “You want to mouth off to me? Oh that's fine. As long as a bitch like you behaves herself, she can growl all she likes.” He moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “But don't worry. By the time I'm done with you'll be a perfect purring little pussy.”
Pushing her hair back, he licked along the outer rim of her ear. She shuddered instinctively, the encounter had just stepped up a notch, and now there was no going back. Part of her cursed herself for mouthing off to him.
Especially as he had no intention of speeding things up. Instead he carefully licked the outer rim of her ear very gently, almost like he was teasing her, spicing things up along the way by taking the piece of flesh in between his lips and his teeth. While he was doing that, he was still clutching her ass hard.
Kate hated how he was making her feel. This mix of tenderness and roughness was exactly what she was into, not acting like a thug anymore but instead a genuine lover. Whenever she was feeling perverted, sometimes she would fantasize about various guys she knew, but only as a kink. She hated that that same desire was being awakened in this situation with this scum.
His mouth was at her neck. Gentle dragging his lips at first, he started openly slurping on her skin in no time at all, and then trailed a line of agonizingly long and wet kissed down her back before his mouth was right down to her booty. He took her cheeks fully into his mouth then let them out with a loud pop. Her body was so sweaty, she was trembling in his grasp. He wanted more.
Standing up, he moved his penis in between her asscrack. He moved back and forth slowly, savoring the feeling. She was such a strong muscular woman, could see it and feel her all over, but at the same time she was soft in all the right places. Her ass was no different and she felt great on his dick. As he enjoyed himself, he planted kisses all over her shoulders lined with muscle. He couldn't get enough of her tattoos. She really was one hell of a woman.
She continued taking her batsuit off. At that point her chest was exposed. The others couldn't see it in their position but the leader definitely did, her side boob was spilling out. He moved his hands around her chest. She instinctively held her hands up to cover her breasts from his paws. He put his hands over hers, not put off by her resistance one bit. But instead of trying to move her breasts, instead he pressed her hands down further on top of her hands and moved them like they were his own on her sensitive teats.
“I bet this feels real good,” he said, humping her ass all the while. His words impacted her even further, she really was that turned on. Maybe it was that in the end it was her own palms touching her nipples now and not his, some attempt at modesty that made her feel desirable and innocent in spite of her current predicament. That did nothing to account for him hovering over her, his penis grinding in between her ass cheeks.
For several minutes he was like that. But she would not let him have this one over her. She closed her eyes and imagined that he was someone else, the first thought coming to mind being Renee Montoya.
She smiled in spite of her current situation. Just as strong as she was in her body, so too was her mind no fragile thing, and even in this den of scum, she was able to fantasize about something else. That no nonsense cop woman would touch her in this way too. She knew exactly how to push her boundaries in the exact way she liked it without spoiling the fun.
Kate felt a flame burning in her heart, forgetting where she was. She was reminded of all the things she had done with Renee, remembering the sweet taste of her lips. How she would hover over her in exactly the same way as this man was doing to her. It was starting to get her a little wet.
“I can tell you're enjoying this,” he said. That time she was instantly reminded of Renee, who would say such things to her while on top of her like that. Deep down she knew how different he was from her old girlfriend, this was no time to be getting off on it. But a defiant part of her ignored that thought and kept on thinking of Renee. The hot penis wedged in between her cheeks normally should have threatened to break her fantasy. Yet in her current situation she allowed herself this one moment of power. If she could play along with him in such a way, then it would all be worth it.
She was moving back against him a little bit. He chuckled and made a vicious grunt as he sped himself up, intending to get off on this one as much as she was. He also grabbed her hands and pressed them harder onto her chest. She panted, feeling her nipples getting even harder on her own palms. She was wrapped up in her fantasy, but with his flesh moving that much harder on her backside, now there was no denying where she was.
Her chest was on fire, in any other circumstance she would be ready. Still, she refused to give in. He sensed her growing hesitation. But he wasn't in the mood for teasing anymore. “Now how about we step onto round two?” he said, letting go of her hands and stepping back. Despite what he was saying indicated he was going to step up the ante, it was an immense relief for Kate. She hated herself for this. But she didn't have to pretend she had to like it anymore. He was a disgusting man and what he was doing to her was wrong. That's all she needed to feel.
She was still holding her arms around her breasts. It was a reaction from everything that had happened so far, but it was also to hide herself from him. That bit of fantasy was the last thing she had to cling to.
“Take the rest of it off,” he said. She looked down without saying a word. The moment hung in the air long enough to get uncomfortable for the both of them and the rest of the men were growing impatient. Just as the leader was about to say something, she started stripping the rest of it off.
The sound of leather moving off flesh was so sharp that there no other noise beside it. Her hands had moved away from her breasts and to the sides of her suit, moving it down her shapely hips. Her skin was so sweaty that coupled with the tightness of her batsuit that it was a little more difficult to get off than she liked. The way she was peeling it off, she looked like a teenage girl doing a striptease for a webcam.
She had gotten it down to her ass. Without anymore encouragement from the rest of the men, she moved it down further, exposing her big mouthwatering thighs and down her sculpted calves, until it was down to her ankles. The men were snickering to themselves.
The leader was also pleased. “Turn around my lovely Miss Woman. And don't try and cover anything up. I want a look at the goods.”
She did as she was told, looking away from them all the while. Her lands lay at her sides. The men couldn't contain themselves, laughing and whooping at the sight of her. Her body was shining with sweat under the moonlight. It outlined every muscle on her firm chiseled abs breathing in and out with every breath she took. They were drooling at the sight of her legs, she looked like a supermodel. Her red pubic bush was trimmed just right. Then of course there were her breasts, and despite the rough life she had and the great care into keeping herself fit, they were more perky than one would expect, the kind of thing any guy would love to touch and suck all over, her nipples by now fully standing out. She looked away from them with a clear look of disgust, but to their eyes she just looked like a blushing damsel trying to look high and mighty.
***
The crowd around them watched in silence. More than a few of them thought this couldn't be the real Batwoman, she would have fought back a lot harder. The others just kept on watching like they were looking at some kind of live porno. And then there were those who walked away in disgust.
She didn't care. She knew that more than a few of these people would have been victimized by these men if she wasn't taking up their time. The streets were safe because of her. That gave her some measure of solace.
***
The leader looked back at his men. “I'm going to take my chances. Wish me luck boys!”
They all started clapping as he went right up to her. He was looking away bashfully like some little boy asking out a girl he liked. But at the same time he was holding his penis like he would a bouquet of roses. “Um, hi...” he said in a mock imitation of a child's voice. “I like you. Do you like me too?”
“Get it over with already,” she said, sounding so defeated.
“Well, don't mind if I do!” He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her into a sick kiss. He wasn't gentle at all, being as forceful with her as he liked. Even with his manhood exposed before her, knowing she could kick him right there and put an end to this whole thing before it even started, he kept on going at it undaunted. But she knew the risks of that plan. And every second his tongue was scouring her mouth, it felt like it was ravaging her whole body, sending so many naughty sensations inside of her.
Still holding her head, he fondled her pussy with his other hand. His fingers were digging deep inside of her, pushing into her wet insides. That far inside her, there was no longer any way for her to imagine something else was going on. Contrary to the sweetness of her fantasizing about Renee even with his penis hanging right over her ass, this encounter was so direct that she couldn't just will it away. He didn't let go either.
He could feel her tightness on his fingers, knew how much power he had over her. He also felt her wriggling in his grasp, trying to get away. But she was easily strong enough that she could overpower men twice his size. Yet she remained here resolute on fulfilling her duty. He was fine with that. Let her have that feeling of resistance. As long as she sat still and did what he wanted, that was fine.
“I bet you liked that, huh?” he said. Still holding her head away, she refused to answer him. “Oh you won't chirp little bat? I can make you squeak in other ways then.”
He moved his face down to her chest.
She looked down at him with pure anger. “No, please don't...!”
And then he was sucking on her tits. The surface of her breasts was soft and sweet on his tongue, and her nipple was so hot and hard too. He could feel her shaking in his grasp, could hear her weak little whimpers. He made sure to lick over all of it, knowing how much it unnerved her.
Eventually she couldn't take it anymore. She was crying out loudly into the night, sounding like the whore she hoped people these innocent bystanders would see her as and not the genuine Batwoman. There were so many meanings behind those cries. None of her other lovers in the past could ever make her scream like this.
As he was doing it, he was still playing with her pussy and stroking his cock. Her head was turned away, so the sight of him beating off was still blissfully out of sight. But she still knew that was what he was doing. It was the first time a man was touching her sexually and she hated it.
She looked back at the people and then at that safe again. But...as vile as this whole thing is, it's alright. As long as I get what I need.
He was eating all over her chest at that point. Coupled with those electric jolts, her chest was filled with a heat not unlike when she was close to cumming through her tits. Even in her state of powerlessness, she looked down at him in sheer annoyance. His head was still thankfully in the way so she couldn't see him beating off. A man like this for all his bravado and poise compared to the rest of his goons was still nothing but a common thug. It was taking all her grit not to grab his head by the hair and break his nose. But he had information. And he and his informal little troupe of fools would no doubt be doing this sort of thing to other people if she wasn't playing the role of the sacrificial lamb right now.
Then he stopped and looked right back up at her. He took his hand to his mouth and sucked on his fingers coated with pussy juice like they were a delicious treat. She said nothing.
“Think I'm gonna get me something else,” he said. He licked his lips. “Taste Miss Woman's womanhood.”
“Don't...” she barely got out, and then he was down on his knees eating her out. His tongue was deep inside that pussy, stirring up her insides. She was so tight and wet and he loved it.
Kate was standing up and he was down on his knees. But she was so shaky that she felt that she was going to collapse at any moment. She wanted to scream from the shameful sensations of perverted pleasure he was sending through her body, but she would not allow it and bit her lip hard. She was breathing hard, her willpower would not even allow her to elicit the nervous whine that was building up in her throat.
Then he started sucking on her clit. Her whole body arched up and she had to grab onto his shoulders to keep herself upright. The rest of his gang chuckled, there was no doubt now just how much he was making her feel it. Even if she didn't make a sound, he was clearly breaking her further.
She grit her teeth as her whole body was rocked by a sudden orgasm from his cunnilingus. She couldn't fight it anymore and slowly and inevitably fell to her knees, joining him. He cupped her chin and kissed her again, and this time she could only let his tongue coil around hers, making a weak whimper as he held onto her like they were genuine lovers.
When he broke the kiss, he cupped her face again. “I think I'm falling in love with you Miss Woman...”
She didn't answer, some frail vestige of her willpower and just how broken she was. Irritated by her continued stoicism he stood up again. “I've been so generous to you, how about you make me feel good too?” he said, holding his penis. She tried looking away but he cupped her chin and moved her face so that she was looking at it.
Kate reluctantly moved her hand forward and took his dick in her hand. It was hot and hard. She already knew that with how he had set it in between her ass cheeks, but now she was forced to take an active part in her violation. She hated how much he was getting off on it, there was no denying it with how bigger he was getting in her grasp.
Her body was being filled with heat. That sudden orgasm, her humiliating situation. Yet the shame that filled her was also growing as well. She was so embarrassed that she just wanted to get this whole thing over with already. She sped up the rate of her handjob, intending on bringing him off as fast as possible.
He grinned. He could read her expression perfectly, could sense her anger. That just made it so much more fun feeling her touching him faster and faster. He didn't make any other moves either, he just folded his arms like he was a king. All the while he stared at her face looking away from him.
He couldn't maintain that dominance for long. He sucked in his breath as he was on the cusp of an orgasm. But he didn't intend to let her have the last laugh either.
“Stand up,” he said. She looked up at him and he started to move away from her. Understanding his meaning implicitly, she weakly rose. She stood there motionless for several seconds before he said, “I didn't tell you to stop, did I?”
He started fingering her again. She looked at him in alarm. He wasn't gentle either, fingering her pussy just as quick as he ate her out earlier. She was so wet, it was nothing like the desire she was used to or wanted, instead it was just her body's physiological reaction to such a degrading situation. The both of them stimulating each other was something she implicitly being part of. To make it easier for her to stand, he clutched onto her hand, a motion doubly intended for her support as well as just another form of punishment.
Kate looked away from him. She slowed down her handjob as the shock of what was happening came over her. He also slowed down his fingering, gently moving his thumb on her clitoris and moving it in circular motions, driving her crazy all over again. With her last vestige of strength she started jacking him off fast again, resolute on ending this shameful position by any means possible.
The men in back were barking like a bunch of dogs. They could see her and hear her in that state of weakness. The leader knew it too and he kissed her again, shoving his tongue deep in her throat to shut her up. Her mind was blank from the humiliation, and she submitted to him, whipping her tongue back on his in a mix of pathetic submission and undisputed pleasure, that's how bad he was messing her up.
Then she broke the kiss and whimpered louder than ever, as she realized what she was doing. She was jittery, and he grabbed her pussy with his whole hand to keep her from falling. Her body was twitching all over and he made sure to continue probing inside of her during that moment of weakness. He made sure to press his thumb on her clit which by now was engorged and shaking on his digit.
Unable to take it anymore, she fully moved away from him. He was agitated from her defiance but it warmed something in him to see her fall to her knees again seconds later. She was panting and gasping, reeling from his violation. He knew she had either just climaxed again or was in a state very much akin to that.
But now he had other things on his mind than her satisfaction He moved on over to her and cupping her chin, tilted her head up to look at him. She wasn't looking directly at him, her cheeks were so flushed that's how much he had fucked her up.
But it was her lips that were catching his attention right now. They were swollen with arousal. He knew they'd feel great on a certain something of his. “You've kept me holding out for way too long little bat,” he said, leaning forward and rubbing his dick all over her face. “Give it a kiss.”
She didn't move at first. He knew no amount of words would get her to move on her own accord, not in that state. He pushed it onto her lips, savoring the softness. She grabbed the shaft a little rougher than he expected, enough to put him on alarm. Even after he just messed her up that badly, she still had a bit of fight left in her. But she was only staring at it.
The other hoods watched intently. He didn't think he was in any danger, but as much as he loved her staring at his dick, he really wanted to get his freak on already. “We can do this one of two ways Miss Woman,” he said. “You can suck it. Or I can put it in a certain other place I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate.” He said that, but he knew his most precious part was at her mercy. He might have fucked her up good, but she had been through worse trouble than him. He suddenly realized how much he was pushing his luck.
But Lady Luck smiled on him tonight. She slowly opened her mouth up and took his organ inside. He relaxed as she sucked on his prick. She wasn't going down on him with as much gusto as he would have liked, she couldn't in her current state, but that was fine. More than any technique on her part, it was the thrill of continuing to dominate this woman that was getting him off.
His red hot penis was filling up her mouth, on her tongue and moving against her cheeks. She wanted to finish him off and be done with it and yet the idea of getting this man off was just a further reflection of the rotten situation she was in. She could no longer rely on mere fantasy of her past lovers to make herself more comfortable.
Nor did she want to get used to it. The sensation of a penis in her mouth was a strange and novel situation, it was nothing like she had ever felt before. It was so big and hot and it fueled the giddy lewd heat that was still burning in her body. However much residual anger and shame she felt was not enough to dispel that notion.
Kate felt his prick twitching in her mouth. This was her first time properly speaking with a guy even in the debased situation she was in, and she knew exactly what was going to happen next. The taste of his penis was so disgusting and lewd, she hated it. She felt just like all the people she had sworn to defend, weak and helpless.
As she ruminated on these thoughts, his dick suddenly quaked in her mouth, blasting his cum down her throat. His semen was hot and thick in her oral chamber, and as soon as she thought he was finished, he shot another load in her mouth. Attempting some final attempt at modesty, she moved her head back to take his penis out of her mouth, only to get a facial of his cum.
The jizz was oozing out her mouth. She roughly spit it out in disgust, and then his dick shot one final load of cum on her face. She was wiping it off her face and throwing it onto the ground but then he moved closer and grabbing her mane of red hair, wiped his dick clean. Then he turned back around and looked at his friends. They were hooting and hollering, cheering him on.
“She's a bit of a firebrand but at the end of the day, she's harmless,” the leader said. “But do be gentle. We wouldn't want to break her completely, now would we?” They all laughed and chuckled. “Stand up my pretty little bat. There's still plenty more acts for you to dance through before the night is out.”
She did as she was told. He moved back and looking at his men, bowed and gestured towards her with his hand. They rushed at her.
The first moment she saw them coming at her. Then she blinked and they were all right next to her. She stood up, ready to fight for real. She felt the urge to take a swing at them, so many men surrounding her, all their pants were down, and she had taken on villains twice their stature and their dignity, these louts would be nothing. Their stupid smiles, she wanted to knock them all around a bit and even in this state of humiliation, she knew she still could, that she should have done that a long time ago.
But she remembered the leader's bargain. If this was the price she had to pay for justice, then so be it. She closed her eyes and breathed, grabbing two of the nearest dicks around her. She didn't know who they belonged to, nor did she care. They were just as big and hot in her hands as the leader's, and she resolved to get them off as much as she got him off. She hoped it would be quick.
Yet this gang had other ideas. Just like the leader, another one had gotten behind her and was wedging his dick in between her ass. This guy on the other hand was being far more ruthless, grabbing her rump like he owned it and actively humping her. The whole lot of them were chuckling to themselves.
“Damn she really does have a nice ass!” said the one behind her.
“Her hands ain't too bad either,” said another one she was jerking off. “Soft like the hairs on a newborn baby's head.”
“Hey why don't you say something?” said the third man. “You said plenty to our boss. You too good to talk to us or something?”
“Go to hell,” she said.
“Now that's what I'm talking about!” said another one who was watching the show. Just like when she was servicing the man in charge, there were others waiting to have their turn.
“Looks like she is in hell,” chirped in another one who was watching. “But right now, we're in heaven!”
“She talks tough, but look at her. She knows she's ours.”
Her face colored from underneath her mask. It was designed so that only her lower face and jaw was exposed. But even without that small window to her humanity, they would have felt her silently glowering at their kind, it was her natural presence as a warrior in any situation. In her current predicament, they felt it that much more. But they refused to be intimidated by her.
Even their kind were not unaware of what sort of woman they were dealing with. At any moment she could have chosen to end this charade and put an end to each and everyone of them. But they weren't going to let it get in the way of their fun either. A credit to their bravery and their stupidity, they viewed it as a challenge to break her.
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Some people were looking around now, getting their phones out and ready to call the police. They didn't know if she was the real Batwoman or not and it didn't matter. They had to step in. Even in her situation she heard the noise of their phones as they were dialing. But she said, “No! Don't do it!” All the while she still jacked them off. The thugs were a bit confused but made no move, they were more than happy to let her continue stimulating them. The crowd on the other hand understood all too well she was talking to them, even if they didn't know why. They stopped.
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Fortune would favor the bold. She took no actions against them. Instead she kept on stroking the two dicks in their hands. She refused to look at any of them, knowing they were getting off on it just from how their members were getting bigger and hotter on the palms of her hands. That sensation alone made her feel so dirty. And there was constant snickering and jeering around her at all times. She couldn't bear to actually look at them. It was a small thing both compared to her usual repertoire and especially in this current arena. But it was her one show of defiance.
Not that it would matter much. The one behind her was rubbing his dick between those cheeks more than ever. As good as her bare ass felt on his naked penis, the rest of her body was a marvel too. He made sure to run his hands all over her hips, up to her chest, just to get a feel for her. She was a work of art on her own, but the thrill of having such a notorious hero in this way really was bringing something out of him. He humped her ass faster.
She didn't once take her hands off the two dicks to her side. But for just a split second her handjob slowed down a bit. She had to fight the urge to look back at the man behind her and deliver a hook right to his jaw. Yet her willpower won the day.
Be patient Kate, she said to herself. You've been through worse. Remember why you're doing this.
That's right. If they're not true to their word, I can take every single one of them. Even before they hurt the people here.
The shame she felt and her focus in debasing herself to get what she wanted didn't allow her to consider what would happen if they did prove to be honest. That being that if they did uphold their part of the bargain and did have crucial secrets to hide, they might have more information. And they would want to do this to her again.
She couldn't concentrate on such thoughts. Not with the man in back humping her ass even harder while he felt all over her tits. She grit her teeth.
A strange tingling was going on in her chest, and there was a dark fire growing in her chest as her nipples got stiffer. She would not acknowledge it, she knew why it was happening. It was nothing like fondness, it was the feeling of survival and being grateful for it. That didn't make it any less demeaning.
The two dicks in her hands were shaking too. Both of the guys were grunting, making weak little noises. She wanted to rip them right off, give them a whole new reason to feel weak. But the leader was still watching her. The rest of his gang too. If she got even a little bit rough with them, she knew that it would jeopardize her deal. She could not take that risk. She got real gentle with them almost like a lover caressing them, and the soft feel her palms, she might have been a warrior but she was still a woman of high breeding, felt so good for them.
Then both of those dicks she was holding suddenly burst in her hands. She withdrew her hands out of a direct impulse to avoid feeling soiled but that didn't keep their goo from getting all over her fingers and palms. She forgot her discipline and quickly shook her hands to get the gunk off them. But they were still both cumming and taking hold of their peckers on their own, they pointed them at her. Her flat stomach and lovely legs were soaked in their cum.
The one behind her saw his mates blow their nuts. Getting a bit bolder, her moved his hand to her pussy and found her clit. Already unable to think straight being drenched in their goo, his hand touching her sweet spot did twist her expression with rage. She turned her head to look right at his face. That stupid goofy expression lost in his own joy made her very nearly sock him in the throat. It was enough to make her forget her agreement with these louts.
It also made her forget the dick riding her ass crack. He suddenly came, busting his nut all over her lower back. At the same time, he was still stroking her clit. She shamefully let out a pleasured moan that her body submitted to and her mind rebelled against as soon as she heard it.
But the flesh was weaker than her willpower. He let out a giddy set of laughs like a little kid waiting for Santa Claus as he stroked her clitoris faster while still humping her behind as he was cumming. She was going to say something, anything to try and save face, but then she felt the buildup of pressure and ecstasy in her nether regions beyond her control. She couldn't fight it anymore.
She grit her teeth as hard as she could to keep her voice in check. She won. But from the volume of her hissing, they knew exactly what happened. If not from her voice then from her stumbling a bit just then.
“Well done bro!” said the leader, clapping. “You fucked her up good! Give me some skin!” He waltzed on over. The man in back high-fived him with the hand that had so righteously stimulated her clit.
By now there was a crowd that had gathered around the basketball court. They were all staring at the scene intently. They didn't know quite how to respond.
These guys heard the group around them making all sorts of audible gasps. They didn't care. The leader looked over her face. “You still there? We know you get fucked up pretty easily but there's still a lot of work to do. And my boys are ready and waiting.” She heard his voice but she refused to look at him. She shuddered.
I can't believe another one of these men actually...
She didn't have the time to finish that thought. Irritated at being ignored, he grabbed the back of her neck and pushed down on her. She did not relent easily. Even now she was more than a match for him. But when he applied more pressure, she understood the meaning behind it more than anything. Still aware of the consequences, she got down on her knees.
That wasn't the position he had hoped for but it was fine. If that was the way she wanted to play it, then fine. A woman like this one was made to be on all fours like the bitch she was. But then again on her knees, it looked like she was supplicating before them.
Grinning, the other men advanced on her. She was breathing roughly from the shame and weird thrills rocking her body and mind. She closed her eyes for several seconds just to steady herself.
She opened her mouth widely as she was breathing so roughly. Only to have a cock shoved right inside of her oral orifice. Her eyes bolted wide open from the meat crammed in her mouth. He wasn't gentle like the others were either, he was moving back and forth fast. He grabbed the back of her head to keep her from getting away as he viciously pummeled her mouth.
From behind her, another one had seized her mane of red hair and wrapped his dick inside of it. He was jacking himself off with her soft locks. Even as she had come to a place like this one, she had still made sure to wash her hair. That made a thug like him appreciate her so much more.
The others around her had started jacking it too. Some of them were positioned around her torso and pointing their dicks at her, ready to shoot their cum on her too. Two others had gathered around her head. The one who was shoving his cock inside her mouth knew what they were getting at too. Smiling he took his prick out of her. She gasped from that reprieve only for another one to stuff her mouth with his penis. Just like the first one, he moved his hips back and forth like the first one.
She was just getting used to it when he took his dick out of her mouth too. She was panting from the pressure of those penises fucking her up and then the third one got in on the action too. The other two were still there and she realized fast that she was going to be taking all three of them in turns. That prediction came true as he took his dick out and then the first one put his wang right back in. It was a familiar taste that she hated.
She didn't taste it for long. He suddenly burst his dick right inside of her mouth. The other two were incensed seeing their buddy cum so hard and stroking their dicks, they came right after too, shooting their loads all over her face. The one holding her hair was at his limit too and he suddenly came, shooting all of his spooge in her red locks.
All the men had been satisfied. The leader grinned. “Well done Batwoman! You passed your first test!” She looked up at him weakly. His smile almost looked genial and it touched something strange in her to actually have him use her actual moniker instead of that stupid nickname he had given her. He turned around and opening up the safe, took out an envelope. He tossed it to her and shut the safe door. Then he nodded at his crew. They all pulled their pants up and helped haul the safe out of there. She watched every single one of them, making sure they wouldn't hurt a hair on these other people. They didn't.
The leader was the last one to leave. “If you find that information satisfactory, we can do this sort of thing again. I think we've been good to our word, right? There is so much more I have left to tell.” He snickered before he left.
The audience there was just staring at her. They couldn't believe what just went down. Some of them were hardly nice types that would be working at soup kitchens, Gotham had it's reputation for a reason. But most of them weren't like the other tough guys that were just there either.
She ignored them. She quickly opened up the envelope. She was wrecked mentally and physically. But her eyes still widened at the information written before her. Cleaning herself off as best she could and getting her batsuit back on, she made for the location listed. She fought like hell and saved the world. A major crisis had been averted.
But the future was yet in motion. Her responsibilities as a superhero were always her first priority. And the criminal underworld never slept.
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The Breaking of the Bat