Chapter Nineteen: Awakening, Part One

Batgirl smiled triumphantly as she snuggled against the naked man asleep beside her. In one night, she had done what dozens of villains had failed to do during the past few years: she had utterly defeated Batman, once and for all. Using only her sexy young body, she had shattered his willpower and turned him into a lust-crazed sex addict. To his credit, he had put up a good fight. He had actually managed to resist her potent sex pheromones for several minutes - and if he had gotten away in the Batmobile, perhaps he would have been able to somehow purge himself of the intoxicating breast milk that she had fed to him. But it wasn't meant to be; as soon as she got his head in between her thighs, he had no way of avoiding the scent of her pussy. When she felt the first tentative lick from his tongue, she knew that the mighty Batman would become enslaved to the pleasure of her pussy.

But with a willpower as strong as his, she decided not to take any chances. She had fucked him all night, over and over again, knowing that every orgasm would push him deeper and deeper into the abyss of lust, until finally he would be completely unable to find his way out. With every thrust of his cock into her pussy, he was digging a grave for his former self. There would be no more hunting criminals, no more nights wasted in a futile crusade against villainy. All that mattered to him now was sex; he would be trapped in a feverish state of never-ending lustful hunger, and from now on his nights would be spent trying to fuck as many women as he could get his dick into. He would do his best to find fresh females, and corrupt them with the pleasure of his cock - a contagious pleasure that would spread, and spread, and spread, until eventually the whole world would be lost in one gigantic, eternal orgy.

Alicia's pleasant musings were suddenly interrupted by a distant chime. "Someone's here?" With reluctance, she slid herself off the bed and walked over to the monitor. Punching a few buttons revealed a green sports car waiting at the gate. "Who is it?" she asked.

"Pamela Isley," came a feminine voice. "I believe Mr. Wayne is expecting me."

Alicia glanced back at Mr. Wayne, whose erect cock was making a tent beneath the bedcovers. "Yes, he is indeed. Come on in." She pressed a button, and the large iron gates swung open.

Alicia sauntered over to the sleeping Batman and slid the covers away. She grinned as she saw his proud cock standing at attention; was he dreaming about her? She slowly stroked the thick organ with her hand, watching in fascination as trails of pre-cum started to dribble from the engorged tip. His testicles were working overtime now, providing a constant flow of sperm for the many ladies he would be fucking. He would pump them full, eagerly filling their bellies with his baby-making white goo. And with their pussies being pleased by his deliciously large organ, she doubted they would complain about becoming pregnant; on the contrary, they would probably beg him for it. By the time he had his dick squirming up inside them, they would hardly be capable of protesting.

Batman's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled sleepily at her. His gaze slid downward, falling upon her luscious breasts. "I want some more milk," he said, licking his lips.

"Not now, silly. We've got a visitor...a female visitor."

Batman smiled and got out of bed.

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"Good morning, Miss Isley," said Bruce Wayne, tying his robe as he walked into the parlor. "Sorry to have kept you 
waiting. And please forgive my attire; it was a late night, and I just woke up."

"Oh, that's quite all right, Mr. Wayne. I was just admiring your collection of antiques here. Most impressive."

"Thank you, although it's not really my collection. My ancestors bought most of these things, and I simply inherited them along with the house." His eyes wandered around the room before settling back on her. Miss Isley was a beautiful young woman, though most of her features were hidden by conservative attire (that would change soon enough). Her long red hair was tied in a ponytail, and her dazzling green eyes were concealed by a pair of glasses. She wore an elegant business suit that only hinted at the lovely shape of the body beneath. He glanced down at her legs, and from their appealing curves he guessed that she was a physically active woman. He was looking forward to screwing her. "Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you. I would rather get down to business, if you don't mind."

"Certainly. Please, have a seat." He sat down beside her on the sofa and watched her as she began to pull papers and folders from her briefcase. So elegant, so refined, so professional...but in a few minutes, she would be on her back, panting like an animal and groaning in ecstasy.

"This situation is much worse than before. Most of our research team has disappeared. We can only assume that they've become part of the epidemic. The few of us that remain have relocated to the west-side lab; we thought it would be safer there. At this point, it's just Liz, Becky, Suzanne and myself."

Bruce nodded. "I'll have to pay a visit to the lab. Maybe I can help them with their research." In his mind, he imagined the female scientists lying strapped to examining tables, their white lab coats hanging open to reveal their naked breasts and bellies. Yes, he would definitely pay a visit to the lab - but not until he was done with his current test subject.

"Perhaps...but you must understand, it's a nightmare out there. Everywhere you look, you see innocent people getting molested. On the drive here, I saw a whole football field full of naked boys and girls. I don't know who became infected first - the football players or the cheerleaders - but they were all going at it. Some of those poor young girls might not even be eighteen yet, and now they've probably got babies growing in their bellies. But that won't matter to them. As soon as they've had their fill of sex, they'll just get up and start looking for new men to seduce. And that's how it spreads, now...it just multiplies. Once a person becomes infected, it seems as though they actively seek out other people to enslave."

"Dreadful," said Bruce, shaking his head in mock disgust.

"It wouldn't be so bad if they were just savage animals, as we initially thought. But it seems as though they do retain their intelligence after they've been...taken. They're clever and devious; sometimes they'll pretend to be normal people in order to get close to a new victim."

"Incredible," he said, sliding a little closer to her.

"But in the end, there's only one thing they want."

"Sex."

"Exactly." She sighed. "I just hope we can find a cure, before it's too late." She passed some papers to him. "Here's our analysis of the drug's pathway, and here's a list of potential candidates for an antidote. I would have faxed these to you, but the phone lines are down." She tugged at the neck of her blouse. "Don't you think it's hot in here?"

"Yes, perhaps a little bit." He smiled, knowing full well what was causing her to feel warm. His augmented male pheromones were beginning to work their way into her mind, and she was starting to become aroused by the very thing she had been trying to cure. "You risked a great deal by coming here," he said. "But I'm glad you came." He put the papers down on a nearby table. "You must be tired after what you've been through during the past few days. Are you sure I can't get you something?"

"Well, perhaps...if you don't mind, that is...I would love to see the rest of this mansion."

He smiled. "I'd be happy to show you around." He rose and extended her hand to her. "If you'll follow me..."

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"And here," he said, opening a door, "is the bedroom."

Pamela stepped inside the room, admiring its contents. "This looks like a king's bedchamber," she said, slowly walking around the room and gazing up at the ceiling. She sniffed the air. "What's that smell?"

"It's from a scented candle," he lied. She was actually smelling the perfume of sex from his all-night lovemaking session. "Do you like it?"

She breathed deeply and nodded. "It's lovely...like flowers." She wandered over to the bed, sliding her hand up and down one of the wooden poles that supported the bed's canopy.

"Why don't you give it a try?" he asked, gesturing toward the bed.

She smiled and went over to sit on the edge of the bed. "Very comfy," she said.

"Go on, lie down." He grinned. "I think you'll enjoy it."

She lay back on the bed and spread her arms out to either side. "Oh, this is nice." She sniffed the air again. "That aroma seems to be stronger here." She ran the back of her hand across her forehead. "I think it's making me a little dizzy."

"Just keep breathing it in," he said. "You'll find that you get used to it fairly quickly." He smiled as she lay there, steadily breathing in the erotic vapors. With every intake of breath, she was unknowingly getting herself ready for sex. "Doesn't that feel great?" he asked, sitting down on the bed beside her.

Pamela simply nodded; he suspected she was trying to make sense out of her growing lust, and keep it under control. He watched her chest rise and fall; she was breathing faster than normal, and her cheeks had begun to blush. She was becoming more and more excited with every passing second; her pussy was no doubt beginning to send hunger signals to her lust-clouded brain. She would soon figure out that something was wrong, but by then it would be too late; she would be too horny to resist him.

But she wasn't quite there yet. "I've got to...I should go..." She started to sit up, but he was quick to restrain her, putting his hands on her shoulders and forcing her to lie back down.

"Please don't get up...not yet, anyway. I've got a surprise for you."

"Bruce, I don't know...I feel strange..."

"Don't worry. Just close your eyes for a moment. Trust me."

He waited until she reluctantly shut her eyes, then he moved his hand beneath his robe and began to stroke his dick. After just a few rubs, a fountain of pre-orgasmic fluid started to dribble out onto his other hand. He continued to pump himself until there was a small pool of clear sex jelly in the palm of his hand. He glanced at Pamela, who was still lying there with her eyes closed. Without warning, he reached over and smeared his cock slime all over her mouth and under her nose. She gasped in surprise, and her eyes flew open. "Bruce...what are you doing? What is this stuff?" She moved her hand up to wipe it away from her face, but he grabbed her arms and held them down. "Let go of me!" she shouted, trying to free herself from his grip. But little by little, her struggling slowly began to subside as the pungent cream started to work its magic on her. He watched in satisfaction as the smell of his fresh cum began to invade her senses. The more she sniffed of the sweet aroma, the hotter she became. Her mouth opened, and her tongue tentatively poked out to lick at her cum-coated lips. The taste must have pleased her, because her tongue was soon licking all around her lips, trying to drink in all of the sweet, slimy nectar.

"Do you want some more?" he asked, bringing his cock closer to her. She gasped when she saw it, sticking straight up in the air from the folds of his robe. For a moment, she just lay there and stared at the enlarged organ, unable to pry her gaze away from it. "Bruce...what are you doing to me?" she asked weakly. "This isn't right..." Her eyes never left his dick.

His hand slipped under the hem of her skirt, snaking down her waist until he found the soft fabric of her panties. "No...please don't..." she whispered, trying to wriggle free. But his hand kept digging downward, worming its way underneath her panties, sliding through her pubic hair until it found her moist pussy. "Bruce...you mustn't..." But her protest was interrupted by a sudden gasp as she felt his fingers begin to stroke her pussy lips. He watched her face as his hand went to work beneath her panties. She gazed up at him, and their eyes met. She feebly pleaded with him to stop, but he just stared at her as his fingers patiently tickled her slit. She tried to squirm free again, but it was no use; his hand was buried in her crotch and it wouldn't let go. She was really getting wet now, and his fingers began to rub her pussy faster and harder, making sure to pay attention to her hungry clit. Eventually she stopped struggling and simply lay there, allowing him to finger her pussy. He smiled when he saw her eyes begin to close. Her resistance was slowly crumbling.

"Yes, that's it," he said, leaning close to her and breathing the words into her ear. "I'm going to have you, Pamela." His fingers made tiny circles up and down her pussy slit, smearing her own juice all over her fleshy cunt lips. "Feel what I'm doing to you," he whispered. His finger curled upward and poked inside her cunt, causing her to gasp. "Just relax, and give in to your lust." A second finger followed the first, and the two of them began to slide in and out of her hot cunt. "I know this is making you feel good," he said. He continued to finger-fuck her, swiveling in and out of her dripping snatch. Soon she began to writhe, her hips bucking against his invading fingers. "This is just a taste of what my cock will do to you." His fingers kept working their way in and out of her cunt, his thumb wreaking havoc upon her clit. After a few minutes of constant pussy manipulation, his fingers were rewarded by an outpouring of cream as Pamela threw her head back and moaned through an orgasm - the first of many. He kept rubbing her and poking her until the climax passed, and then he quickly discarded his own robe.

He kneeled on top of her, his rigid cock hanging down toward her belly. "By the way, what you're smelling is sex," he said. "Last night, I fucked a young girl over and over again, in this very bed. And now I'm going to do the same to you. I'm going to slide this cock in and out of your hot little twat until you can't think anymore. I'm going to fill up your belly with dose after dose of semen, and then I'm going to do it again, and again, and again, until you've lost your mind."

Pamela simply smiled up at him; her resistance was completely gone. She squealed happily as he began to savagely rip off her clothes. The buttons on her blouse popped off, and her bra didn't stay in place for very long. Soon he was sucking and nibbling at her pale breasts, and she smiled and pressed his head closer to her chest. His fingers clawed at her skirt, sliding it down her legs as he slurped greedily at her taut nipples. His cock poked against her soft tummy as he suckled her, leaving trails of sticky white pre-cum all over her smooth skin. He reached down and ripped her flimsy panties away, his hand grabbing at her crotch. She bucked her hips against his hand, eager to have her cunt filled again.

He reached down and nudged the swollen head of his cock against her drooling pussy lips, sliding it up and down the juicy furlow of flesh. Then he began to sink it inside her, like a torpedo of hard flesh squirming its way deeper into her womb. She moaned as he filled her up, burying his cock up to the balls inside her sopping cunt. Then the fucking began. His dick slowly slid back out, then quickly shoved back in again. Pamela could only moan and toss her head from side to side as he slowly drilled her pussy. He grabbed the sides of her belly as he fucked her, savoring the feel of her smooth, soft flesh. Her pussy was so wet that every thrust made a sloshing sound, and his cock met with no resistance as it pulsed in and out of her gooey sex tunnel. Pamela eagerly watched his cock as it sawed in and out of her; he could feel her pussy muscles grabbing at him with every delicious thrust.

He began to fuck her faster, his cock driving in and out of her cunt like a piston. Pamela grunted and moaned at the increased pace. Her face was covered with perspiration, and she began to play with her breasts as he screwed her, her fingers teasing the swollen pink nipples. Those lovely breasts would be full of milk by the time he was through with her. Within the next few hours, her body would begin react to his constant stimulation, transforming her into a machine of lust. He smiled at her luscious breasts as he fucked her; he couldn't wait to drink from them.

Her body was spasming again. Orgasm number two. How many would it take before she was permanently lost? He thought at least twenty...but perhaps it would be better to do more. Her mind was already well on the way; she simply lay there with a dazed look on her face, moaning and writhing as his dick banged in and out of her. He could feel his dick beginning to swell with the arrival of his first orgasm. He fucked his cock deep inside her as the sperm began to well up inside him. Just a few more strokes, and he was erupting inside her, pouring a torrent of cum into her womb. Her poor egg wouldn't know what hit it; there would soon be thousands of little invaders, ferociously digging at her protective walls. Inevitably, one of them would find its way inside, and a baby would begin to grow inside her belly. Even if it didn't happen with this batch of sperm, he felt certain it would happen with one of the next twenty or so.

But as his orgasm subsided, a fog seemed to lift from his mind. Suddenly he found himself thinking clearly again, and he blinked in astonishment. He had broken free from the spell of lust! Then he felt Pamela's hand gently massaging his chest. "All better?" she asked.

"Pamela...I'm sorry..."

She shook her head. "Don't be. I knew this would happen when I came over here. In fact, I counted on it." She smiled when she saw his look of confusion. "I've discovered a way to cure the epidemic, but unfortunately it can only be done through intercourse."

He gaped at her. "Why?"

"Well, it's complicated...but basically, we're dealing with a sexually transmitted disease. It uses both psychological and biological factors to contaminate its victims. I've developed an antidote - but unfortunately, sex seems to be the only way to deliver it. They say you should fight fire with fire - but in this case, we have to fight sex with sex."

Batman thought for a moment; it felt strange to have command of his senses again. "But how are we going to cure all of the people who have been affected? We can't just go out there and have sex with everyone who's been infected so far...that's half the city!"

She laughed. "No, we're not going to do all the fucking ourselves. Well, maybe just the really good-looking people." She giggled. "But seriously, here's what I recommend. We inoculate as many people as we can, and then use that group as a sexual strike force...a mob of men and women whose mission will be to seek out infected people and cure them through sex. In essence, we'll be creating a sexual epidemic of our own - but one of sanity, not depravity."

He shook his head. "I don't know, Pamela...this is crazy. There has to be some other way."

"Bruce, there is no other way. I don't like the idea, either...but at this point, I don't see any alternatives. We've got to stop the spread of the disease - and if the only way we can do that is by using our cocks and pussies, then that's the way it has to be." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "And who knows? You might enjoy it." With her breasts pressed against him, she reached down and stroked his cock, feeling it beginning to harden again...

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