Batwoman: Desperate Measures - 7

Eddie moved towards the bed. Kate watched, silent as she saw his pale, lean, naked body in motion. She watched how the length of his cock - still glistening with her drool - bobbed and swayed between his thighs.

It should have been disgust that stabbed at her gut then. The lack of revulsion was alarming. She wasn’t attracted to him - Kate wasn’t into men, full stop. But the excitement that twisted through her insides left her stunned.

The Riddler - the man who now had total control over her body - threw a smirk her way as he lay back on the cheap bed. His hard cock stabbed upward, a fleshy spear criss-crossed with swollen veins. It was colored a dark pink, looking angry as it twitched against the open air. The tip was gleamed with remnants of the seed she’d already coaxed out of him. Out of those bloated balls.

Eddie shifted on the bed, getting comfortable. Kate remained where she stood, the cool air making her shiver. Naked save for her mask, she hugged her arms close to her belly. Eddie drew his gaze over her, enjoying the view… and looking expectant.

“Come on. He motioned her over, gesturing to the pillar of hard meat rising from his groin. The bastard looked all too pleased. “Get on top.”

Kate moved to obey but only made it half a step before hesitation gripped her. His command rang in her head, the implication making her heart quicken.

He… he wanted to move on to actual sex. Penetration.

The naked heroine eyed the bastard’s cock again, taking in those inches and inches, aghast at the thickness of the shaft. The head alone looked to be the size of a baby’s fist. Eddie wanted to put that inside her.

Kate had experienced fingers - her own, Maggie’s, those of other girlfriends - and sex toys. Pleasure wands, vibrators, dildos. Eddie was bigger than all of them.

“You mean…” Kate almost stuttered. Her cheeks burned. She hated what this man turned her into. “You want me to-?”

“No.” Eddie answered to her relief. But it was clear he saw the worry on her face. It seemed to amuse him. “We’re not fucking yet. I want to try something first. Get on top, rub yourself against me. I want you to get yourself nice and wet. If you aren’t already…”

Another shiver ran through Kate’s body, trembling all the way down to her bones. Again, her focus was dominated by that cock. The sheen of her own spit lathered on the shaft taunted her. The fat, ugly rod shook slightly from Eddie’s beating heart.

“Okay.” She answered in a quiet voice. Her spirit had been smothered and that fact made her belly tighten in shame.

She’d accepted this new life, debased herself for Eddie’s pleasure. She felt that sting of humiliation. Her cheeks burned hotter as she moved close, joining Eddie on the bed. He reached out and touched her as she did, his warm fingers drawing over the curve of her hip, the swell of her buttocks.

Kate ignored the sensation that danced over her skin, focusing on her orders. She threw her leg over, straddling Eddie’s waist, sliding up until her mound was pressed flush to his cock. He was warm, so warm beneath her, against her, so warm and hard. She took in a sharp breath as she pushed herself against him, starting to slide her cunt along the solid shaft.

Another tremble, rocking down to her core. She could feel it, the way her nerves lit up from dragging her pussy lips along Eddie’s throbbing cock. Kate let out a tiny gasp, squirming as she moved. It was embarrassing the way her body responded to him. Shameful. But she had to obey.

Eddie held her by the hips, groaning softly. His manhood twitched, trapped between them, coming alive at the stimulation. Hot. So hot. Like an iron bar sliding between her legs.

“Slowly.” He grunted. “Move slowly. Feel how hard it is. Feel how big it is.”

Kate rolled her hips as instructed, drawing out the motion. She took in a shaky breath, shivering as all that feeling twisted in her core. She scowled down at the thin, pale man.

“I already know how big it is.” She replied hotly.

Eddie didn’t take offense at the small moment of defiance. Again, the look on her face only seemed to amuse him. He chuckled, guiding her moving hips with a firm hand.

“Right. You do, don’t you?” His smirk turned even more sordid, even more insufferable. “You know how it tastes, too. But I want you to know how it feels. Not in your mouth. Down where it really counts.”

Kate couldn’t meet his eyes then. She kept rolling her hips, sliding her slick folds along that fat, monstrous cock. Her womanhood was aching now. 

“Fuck.” She whimpered. It was pathetic.

Beneath her, Eddie was groaning in approval. Kate didn’t know why, but this spurred her own, making her put more force into her movements. Her body pitched forth, looming over Eddie’s sprawled form as she tore pleasure from her own humiliation. She dragged her cunt against him, over and over, each stroke carrying with it a wave of sensation, white hot upon her nerves.

“You’re so fucking wet.” Eddie growled. “My big cock turning you on?”

“No.” Kate shivered, her voice cracking at the worst possible time. Eddie broke into a fit of mocking laughter.

“No? How about now?”

Another shock to her nerves came as Eddie sank his fingers into her hanging breasts. Kate sucked in a breath, almost crying out at the sudden fondling. Even so, she didn’t cease the movement of her body, the rolling of her hips. She continued her job as instructed.

Eddie continued to fondle. He was not gentle. He groped and squeezed without thought or grace, making Kate hiss as he pinched at her nipples. He hefted the mounds up, letting them drop, pressed them together, like he was playing with toys rather than her body. Kate could do nothing but allow it, accepting his torment in silent agony. All the while, her nerves were lit aflame - between her legs and under his palms.

“I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep grinding on my cock. Keep working those hips.”

Kate’s voice broke again as it poured from her lips.

“I’m… trying…”

She heard the man cackle. She felt his thumbs press into the hardened peaks of her breasts. Pressing down hard.

“Heh. Sorry. Am I distracting you, Bat-babe?”

The taunting stung, as did the pinching of Eddie’s fingers. Both entwined, stabbing down to her core like a knife, burning hot. Kate could only endure it, endure the blaze consuming her nerves, her whole body. What else could she do? She couldn’t deny him, couldn’t fight back. Not when she still needed his help.

Batwoman had responsibilities. She was doing this to protect the city… wasn’t she?”

Eddie’s groping hands tore her away from her thoughts. His fingers grabbed roughly at her chest, playing upon the sensitive, soft flesh. Each squeeze made her pussy ache.

“God, you’ve got a nice set.” He murmured, his voice heavy with desire, with pleasure. He pressed her tits together again, thumbs playing at her nipples, flicking them. “Nice, round, and plump. Perfectly shaped. It would have been a real shame if you turned out flat.”

Kate wanted to curse the bastard out. All she could manage was a shaky, guttural moan.

“Uhhhh….”

Eddie delighted in her struggle. He let her breasts drop, taking one of her nipples between his fingers, pulling slightly, squeezing. Kate let out a gasp, the rhythm of her hips breaking for a moment. Eddie delighted in that, too.

“Sensitive there, huh? You like it when I pinch them?” His fingers pressed harder, making Kate wince. Her nerves came alive, jolting through her body.

“Fuck. Not so hard.”

But Eddie did not let go. He held his fingers tight, looking up at her with wicked eyes.

“You’re not the one giving orders here. Remember that.” He warned.

Kate sucked in a shaky breath, feeling the heat of shame rising in her cheeks. She gave a little nod.

“Sorry.” She answered.

Pathetic, she thought.

“Go a little faster.” He insisted. Mercifully, he released her breasts. His hands fell back to her hips, guiding the movement of her body. “Rock those hips. Focus on being a better slave.”

“I’m not a slave.” Kate groaned. Yet she obeyed his command all the same. She rolled her hips, dragging her wet, aching pussy along the length of his cock. His thick shaft parted her folds some, lighting up her core with sweet fire. Each stroke fed the blaze between her legs, making it rise, making it spread.

Eddie’s voice broke through the sensation, slithering into her ears.

“Come on. It doesn’t have to be all bad, right? Make yourself feel good. Make yourself like it.”

Kate couldn’t bear to look at him… but all the same, the pace of her hips quickened. She felt him between her legs, felt his cock swelling and throbbing up against her core. And oh she felt the volleys of sheer sensation that followed. She was soaking wet, dripping all over his cock and waist. Her clit was throbbing.

“Oh. Oh, shit.”

“That’s it. A little faster now. Go a little crazy.”

Again, Kate obeyed. Her body was in savage motion, the bed beneath them creaking and shaking now.

“Oh, fuck.” She moaned. Eddie was grunting in turn, sordidly satisfied. He’d broken her now. Truly broken her.

“You’re so fucking wet.” His fingers bit into her hips, he was holding her so tightly. “You like that big, fat cock, don’t you?”

Kate’s whole body was shaking. The trembling deep, deep in her gut almost had her weeping. And it was growing stronger, stronger, stronger.

A single word ripped through her throat.

“Fuck!”

Too much. It was all too much. Her mind and body and soul, all under such depraved assault. She didn’t even feel shame anymore. Only the merciless shock of pleasure as it pierced through her body, her innards. The heat that boiled in her gut was frothing over the edge, blossoming, erupting.

Kate let out a howl. She didn’t even sound human anymore. Every nerve in her body came alive, pulsing, pulsing with unwanted bliss. Then she fell forward, falling over Eddie.

Weak. Spent. Defeated.

Eddie’s soft pats along her naked back felt worse than any of his taunts. Kate still whined at his touch. It was so warm.

“That’s it. Take a moment to catch your breath.” From the sound of him, she just knew the man was smirking. “Felt good, didn’t it?”

Just then, she felt his cock twitch. Trapped between their bodies, the thick, hard shaft brushed against her sensitive mound, stirring up embers of lingering ecstasy.

“Yes.” Kate answered. She didn’t even care about the shame anymore. Or her own dignity. She was just too tired. The struggle had drained her.

“You want to know how it feels inside?” 

There was no mocking tone this time. Eddie was serious. His cock stirred against her pussy once more. And once more, Kate’s body betrayed her. It felt good.

“Yes.” Kate confessed. The word came easier than she thought.

Eddie Nygma chuckled, victorious.

“Good.” He said, drawing his hand gently across her back. “Good girl.”