Batwoman: Desperate Measures - 5

Kate had to enjoy the nicer moments whenever they came. 

She’d learned way back that this was the only way to cope with life’s disappointments. And ever since she started putting on the mask… running around Gotham in the dead of night to put down the worst the city had to offer… this was the only way she could hope to stay sane.

Maggie was a bright spot. Even in the middle of this fucked up nightmare that had become her life, Kate could find something sweet with her girlfriend. 

Sweet like the taste of her skin, so soft and smooth and warm under Kate’s lips as she kissed her way along the curve of Maggie’s neck.

Sweet like the sounds Maggie made. All those little moans and soft sighs and fluttering giggles. The sounds that always, always drove Kate crazy. Always got her insides all stirred up.

Sweet like the heat of Maggie’s body, the lush softness of her curves under Kate’s roaming hands. The way it felt to have her naked body pressed into her own, to feel that warmth and that love. It was the way Maggie squirmed and wiggled, so eager and willing and playful. So alive in Kate’s arms.

But there was nothing - nothing - so sweet as the treasure Maggie possessed between her long, lovely legs. Her womanhood. Her sex. Her cunt.

Kate’s hand slid down, down to that nexus of heat and slick. A long session of this foreplay, of kissing and fondling and writhing naked together on their bed, had left Maggie near hot to the touch… and soaking wet between her thighs. Kate continued sucking at Maggie’s throat as she dipped a finger into the wet, silken folds of her girlfriend’s pussy.

The effect was instant. Maggie gasped and her body went tense in Kate’s arms. As always, the feel of her was exquisite. Tight even around a single digit from Kate’s hand, delightfully wet and soft… and maddeningly warm. 

Kate thought of going straight to the good stuff, burying her face between Maggie’s thighs and tasting all that delicious honey. But for now Kate wanted to watch her face. Maggie was exquisite. All those little reactions of hers were almost as splendid as Maggie herself. The tiny flickers of feeling and pleasure that flashed through her eyes… Kate was almost mesmerized.

Kate however remained determined. Silent as well but for her low, quiet grunts. She kissed and licked at Maggie’s neck still, then moved on to her collarbone, her breasts, her nipples. She savored the taste, the sweetness of womanly flesh and high-pitched moans, and the sodden heat of Maggie’s cunt.

Her finger probed, sinking deep inside. Stroking even more sweet sounds from Maggie’s lips. Then Kate added another, two digits probing together now. Maggie gasped. She writhed. But Kate kept her pinned down. There was no escaping the delights that Kate wished to inflict.

Kate Kane was a superheroine. She protected Gotham. She put her life on the line… and sometimes even more than that. She deserved this. She was just taking the reward that she was owed.

This sweet, juicy pussy belonged to her.

Just as the Batwoman belonged to the Riddler.

Kate almost recoiled. How that thought even entered her head was a mystery. One that she didn’t dare to pursue. Eddie Nygma may have had control over Kate’s body but she was damned if he was going to control her mind as well. Maggie was there, she was willing, naked in her arms. Maggie was all that mattered.

As her fingers worked between Maggie’s legs, Kate forced herself to focus. Forced herself to think about Maggie. Only Maggie.

Kate worked her fingers faster, using her thumb on Maggie’s clit. Slow circles. Enough to make her girl whine.

“Oh… Oh, right there… that’s it… baby… baby, please….”

Kate loved the cadence in the words that poured from Maggie’s lips. That neediness in her voice always made Kate’s heart race.

“You like that?” Kate huffed, bringing her lips to Maggie’s cheek. She planted soft kisses there before moving to the ear. She teased with her tongue and teeth, nibbling at the earlobe. Maggie whined harder, shivering splendidly.

“I like it.” Maggie gasped. “I love it.”

She clamped her thighs together, reaching down to grip Kate’s wrist. It was all play. Not meant to stop her. A token effort of resistance designed for Kate to run down in a craze of lust. 

Kate took the bait and worked her fingers even harder, sinking them deep into that sodden core. Maggie was squealing now, her other hand grasping at Kate’s back. The sting of those nails on her skin was delicious. 

The power she had over Maggie’s body was intoxicating. Kate didn’t know why she liked it. To her dismay, her mind flashed to that creep Nygma again… and a horrid thought accompanied him. Kate wondered then if this was the same satisfaction that he felt when he enjoyed her body. But before Kate could truly grapple with that prospect, more thoughts came. Scenes of the past flashing through her mind.

Kate stripped naked. Kate on her knees. Kate choking on Eddie’s big, fat-

She drew away from Maggie as if her skin was white-hot. Her heart was pounding, feeling like it was going to burst. Kate took in deep breaths, forcing herself to settle, to be calm. Down on the bed, Maggie let out a pitiful whine. The naked beauty stirred, propping herself up on her elbows. She looked up at Kate, her big, gorgeous eyes full of confusion and concern.

“Baby, what’s wrong? Why did you stop?”

It pained Kate to see Maggie so worried. Even worse was that she could hardly look at her right then. 

Then came the ghost of a sensation. The feeling of a pair of hands stroking through Kate’s hair. Those same hands taking a firm grip on her head. Forcing her down. Forcing her to suck.

Kate couldn’t talk about it. She could never tell Maggie. Never.

The hero called Batwoman swallowed. She rubbed her forehead, sweeping rogue strands of red out of her face. She gathered the nerve to look Maggie in the eye.

“It’s nothing. Sorry.”

Maggie bit her lip. She scooted closer.

“Is it… is it stuff from work?” She asked softly. 

Kate closed her eyes. There was pain and love aching in her heart. Sometimes she really regretted telling Maggie about her other job.

“I said it’s nothing.” Kate answered perhaps a bit too forcefully. She bit her tongue, forcing her eyes to soften as she looked at the woman who deserved better. But it did no good. Maggie was gorgeous, lovely, perfect. But all Kate could see, all she could hear, all she could smell and taste… was Eddie Nygma.

It was too much.

She couldn’t let him spoil Maggie too.

“I have to go.” Kate said bluntly. Before Maggie could respond, Kate was up from the bed. Her fingers were still slick from Maggie’s cunt so Kate sucked them clean. But even that treat didn’t have the sweetness she used to love. 

Kate then worked fast, pulling on her clothes with efficiency only the military could have given her. Pants, boots, sweater, covering her bare skin in record time.

The whole while, Maggie watched in silence. The disappointment was clear as day… but Maggie didn’t argue. She never did. She really did deserve better, Kate knew.

“I’ll make this up to you.” Kate stole a kiss before going for the door. She let her lips linger, enjoying the taste of Maggie. “I promise.”

The rest passed in a blur. Kate was on auto-pilot. She didn’t know where she was going. She only knew she had to be somewhere else.

She was wandering down the sidewalk when her Bat-Comm device pinged.

It broke Kate’s heart to leave. And it sank completely seeing the message blinking on the tiny screen.

Another gift left by the copycat. Which meant Batwoman had another appointment with The Riddler.

-  -  -

“You got over here quickly.” 

His tone, as always, spilled over with smug superiority. Even worse for Kate was how pleased he sounded. The wiry creep paced a bit before her, his gaze never wavering. Like he was looking upon a prize, not a woman.

It wasn’t quite numbness that she was feeling. It was more like having an out-of-body experience. Kate felt like she was floating, watching herself as she once again stood before the man called The Riddler. The man who held dominion over her body.

“Should I have taken my time?” Kate answered after a moment. 

A bit of petulance had crept into her words and immediately Kate feared retaliation. Nygma was definitely the type for it. But no backlash came. Instead, the man gave a low chuckle.

“No. I appreciate the punctuality. The obedience, too.” Nygma stopped pacing and just looked at her. “You’re starting to understand how this works.”

He adjusted his glasses, causing the light reflection on the lenses to shift and wobble. She couldn’t see his eyes, but she could feel his gaze all the same. There was silence then, hanging over her like a weight. Ready to drop at any moment. Kate didn’t know what to say. To her disgust, she realized that the feeling lashing around her belly was fear. Fear and… other things.

Kate breathed slowly. And Nygma smiled.

“Remove your armor pads.” Nygma finally ordered. “Leave the undersuit. And the mask. Then get on your knees.”

The Batwoman obeyed without argument. The Riddler’s terrible smile grew. His admiration made her belly twist even more fiercely - her skin buzzed, her nerves rattling as she undid clasp after clasp. The armor plates of her suit came loose. One by one, she peeled them away. Gloves, forearms, elbows, shoulders, chest. Then she discarded the plates that protected her hips, her thighs. The utility belt, she tossed onto the pile. She kicked the boots away last. 

She stood before Nygma, feeling naked. Vulnerable. Somehow this felt like an even greater insult than simply being ordered to strip. She was a healthy, fit, athletic woman. He’d already seen her in the buff, but here, now, with her undersuit so snug and form-fitting, so flattering to her already impressive figure…

Before, she felt like a piece of meat. But now Kate felt like a doll. A toy. 

She felt like The Riddler’s plaything.

Her gut tightened into a knot. She clenched her hands… and got down onto her knees.

Nygma, of course, was all too satisfied.

“Hm. You take orders very well.”

Even through her dread, Kate felt a flare of outrage. 

“What else can I do?” She bit back, glaring up at the man. Silently, inwardly, she berated herself for snapping. The dread came rushing back and she anticipated a move from Nygma to remind her of her place. But once again, the backlash never came.

To Kate’s surprise, Eddie Nygma took her sharp tongue in stride. 

But then again, it made sense in a twisted way. He had no reason to be upset. He’d already won. He had control. He had her.

“You could always try to take on my copycat without my help.” Eddie offered, mockingly friendly. The facade lasted but a moment. He let out a scoff. Then he shook his head. “You think Batman would allow himself to fall into this kind of mess? No. You’re here because you want to be”

His words stabbed deep. So much that Kate flinched.

It was simply outrageous! Utterly unthinkable! That she would willingly subject herself to the torture of being Eddie Fucking Nygma’s sexual plaything was… it was…

She was a lesbian for fuck’s sake! Kate had known that since she was in middle school!

Kate tried to shake her head. Tried to sneer. Tried to curse this creature that called himself a man. She wanted to shout him down. Wanted to stand up and break his stupid fucking face. She wanted to scream that he was wrong, so completely, utterly wrong.

She wanted to… but she didn’t. She stayed down on her knees. She stayed silent.

Eddie stood over her. From down where she was, he looked as tall as a giant. Casting his shadow over her in the dim light of his messy living room.

In the racing of her thoughts, she hadn’t noticed when he’d taken something from her pile of armor paddings. In his hand, Eddie held one of her batarangs. He had switched it open. The dark blade shimmered in the light.

“Beg.” He told her.

“What?” Kate’s voice was small. Infuriatingly small. She hated herself. She hated how her heart was racing.

“You heard me. You want this. You want to serve. Otherwise you wouldn’t be here.”

She hated… she hated that Eddie was… that he might have been… right.

Then Eddie was undoing his fly, button and zipper both. He tugged down the front of his pants, boxers too. It came flopping out into the open.

That ugly thing. Long. Thick. The length bulging with veins. The one-eyed beast was already starting to weep.

Kate could taste salt on her tongue. The odor reached her as well. Filling her nostrils. Her belly tightened and turned. But it was only then that she understood that it wasn’t from disgust.

Eddie smirked, taking a hold of himself by the base. He let his cock swing in front of Kate’s face. Back and forth, like a pendulum.

“I don’t work for free.” He said. “You want my cock? Then beg for it.”

Suddenly her undersuit felt all the more constricting. It was tight, so tight to her body. So tight that she thought it was getting difficult to breathe.

Kate was crestfallen. Or was she excited? She couldn’t tell. She didn’t want to tell.

She stared up at Eddie. At The Riddler. Then her eyes fell back down to his cock. The monster that had filled her throat. That had flooded her gullet with load after load of hot, salty cum. It made her tremble, knowing she had swallowed it all down. Her. A lesbian. A dyke. Loud and proud. She loathed it. She loved it.

I’m so fucked up. Me and this whole fucking city.

“Please.” She spoke in a soft voice. Barely more than a whisper. “Please let me serve.”

Nygma’s smile was the widest she’d ever seen it then. He looked… beyond pleased.

“Good start. But I need more.”

Kate’s heart pounded in her chest. Suddenly, every inch of her body was rushing with blood. Electric. Alive. She inched forward on her knees, bringing that monstrous cock of his closer to her face. She could see it twitching, jerking with his heartbeat. The nightmare of nights past raced through her mind, the ghosts of sensations working spells upon her body. She could feel him filling her throat again. She could feel him fucking her face.

Fuck. She was wet.

Even in her dismay, Kate too felt shame. But it wasn’t enough to stop her.

“Please let me serve you. Please use me. Please ruin me.”

Eddie laughed. Rich. Hearty. Victorious.

“Not bad. Not bad at all.” He swung his cock at her face. The club of meat batted softly against her cheek. Kate moaned as it grazed her lips. Her tongue snaked out of its own accord, seeking a taste of him. “But no on that last request. I don’t like to break my toys.”

Nygma let out a sigh, moving closer. Bringing Kate’s face right up to his groin. His big fat cock and hanging nuts. 

Kate pressed her face into them. The musk filled her nostrils. The flavor settled on her tongue. And the Batwoman moaned.