Chapter Twenty-One: The Final Battle

"I like the view from back here," said Batman. Up ahead, Pamela's shapely ass wiggled back and forth as she crawled through the ventilation shaft.

She twisted her head around to flash him a mock glare. "Get your mind off my ass, silly. We're in the middle of an enemy fortress." She glanced around. "Besides, it's probably too narrow in here for us to do anything naughty with each other."

"Oh, I don't know about that," said the Caped Crusader, giving her tight-leather bottom a little tickle. She responded by extending her leg back and giving him a soft kick. "Ok, ok, I'll behave," he sighed.

Batman wasn't usually this playful, but the events of the past few weeks had done much to change him. In the past, he had always been on his guard. When dealing with people, he was usually rigid, strict and inflexible. His face was often fixed in a grim look of determination, and his mind was always focused upon finding a solution to the problem at hand. He had forced himself to keep his distance from everyone, building a wall between himself and the rest of the world.

But Pamela had broken through that wall. Through her, he had found something that he never even knew was missing from his life. In her arms, he felt a sense of peaceful contentment that he had never known before. For the first time in years, he dared to allow someone to get close to him. She had saved him from the maddening lust that had clouded his mind, and he felt as though he could truly trust her. He had relaxed his guard and opened himself up to her, and she had shown him that there was more to life than just darkness and vengeance. There was also love, and happiness, and pleasure. So he smiled at the appealing curves of her bottom as he crawled behind her, thinking of all the joy-filled days they would share together, as soon as this one last mission was over.

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The door slid open, and Batman followed Pamela into the laboratory. There was only one other occupant: a clown-faced man wearing a gaudy purple suit. His legs were propped up on a nearby table, and he held a pornographic magazine in his hands. He glanced up at the two heroes as they entered the room and then went back to the glossy pages in front of him.

"Hands up, Joker," growled Batman. "You've got a lot to answer for."

The villain tried to look innocent. "But I'm just reading the articles...honest!"

"You can read all the smut you want when you get to prison," said Batman. "Now get up."

Joker sighed and put the magazine down. "All right, you win. But before we go, there's something you should know about the sex virus."

"And what's that?"

"Here, I'll show you." He gestured toward the rows of monitors that filled the wall. Most of them showed scenes of orgy, as hundreds men and women rhythmically rubbed their bodies against one another. "Unfortunately, your anti-virus, or whatever it is, seems to be working. I imagine that pretty soon, the whole city will be cured. I guess I should congratulate you...but I still think my virus would have been more fun."

"Stop babbling, Joker. If you have anything useful to say, say it now."

The evil clown smiled. "Oh, I just thought you'd like to know how the virus really started." He pressed a button, and the main viewscreen changed to show Joker at work in the laboratory. "I must have worked for weeks, trying to think of a way to create a drug that would work its way through the human system, turning ordinary citizens into sex-crazed lunatics. But whatever I tried, nothing seemed to work. And then, one day, I found the key formula, just sitting there on my computer. I thought that I might have created it by accident - but then I wondered if that was really true. So I went back through the security tapes, and found something interesting." He pressed another button, and the screen showed a woman sneaking into the lab and entering information into the computer. The woman was none other than Pamela Isley.

"So you see," said Joker, "the epidemic of lust that threatened to engulf the entire world was actually started by our very own Miss Isley...or should I say, Poison Ivy."

Batman stared at the monitor, then turned to Pamela. "Tell me this isn't true," he said quietly.

She just shook her head. "Bruce, I'm sorry...I can explain..."

Joker folded his arms behind his back. "Oh, this I've got to hear."

"Bruce, listen. I'm in love with you...and not just from the past few weeks. I was attracted to you the first time I met you - do you remember? I tried to seduce you with my powers, and it almost worked. Sure, you could say that Robin and Batgirl saved you - but the truth is, I let you go. I didn't want you to be my slave; I wanted you to love me on your own. But I knew that you never would, because I was nothing more than a villain to you. Then I thought that if I could somehow redeem myself in your eyes, then maybe you would learn to trust me. So I came up with this virus, knowing that it would allow me to get close to you. By saving you, I hoped to earn your trust - and perhaps your love." She sighed and looked down. "It almost worked, too."

The room was silent for a moment. Then Joker let out a high-pitched giggle. "See? It just goes to show, you can't trust women."

"Shut up, Joker," said Batman and Pamela in unison. The two of them looked at each other, and there was a hint of a smile on their faces.

"Let's get this clown to jail," said Batman, grabbing Joker's arm. "Then we can talk."

"Not so fast, Batty," said Joker. "There's someone I want you to meet. Oh, Clark...."

All eyes turned as a side door opened, and a tall naked man walked in. His body was lean and muscular, and a tremendous cock hung between his powerful thighs. "In case you don't recognize him without the silly costume, this is Superman. Or should I say Supercock, because all he ever does anymore is stick that huge dick of his into women." He turned to the former superhero. "Clark, would you kindly lock up these two guests?"

Pamela and Batman tried to flee, but it was no use. Superman was too fast and too strong, and within three minutes the two lovers were strapped to separate beds, their wrists and ankles securely tethered with metal manacles.

"What are you going to do to us?" asked Batman.

"I'm not going to do anything to you," said Joker. "At least not yet. No, first I'm going to experiment with Poison Ivy here. I want to see if I can make her itch." He walked over to a nearby table and picked up a strange device that looked like a metal halo. "This is a little something I've been working on with Braniac." He placed the mechanical headband on Pamela's forehead, and activated it. Colored lights began to blink across the length of the band, and tiny earphones dropped down to cover her ears. "It works by planting images and sounds in the subject's mind - scenes of lurid, steamy sex. Miss Isley is now watching all kinds of interesting scenarios - wives getting fucked by census takers, priests ravishing innocent nuns, college girls enjoying their first taste of lesbian sex - pretty much any erotic situation you can imagine. The images come at her so quickly that her mind can barely keep up with them - sort of like a sexual strobe light. And since they're transmitted directly into her brain, there's no way she can block them out. After a few minutes of constant exposure, she'll begin to get very, very horny. You can see how she's already starting to breathe faster."

It was true; her breasts were rising and falling much faster than normal. Her mouth was open, but her eyes were closed. Batman shuddered to think of all the erotic images that were playing through her brain. She was clearly beginning to respond to the seductive device. "Fight it, Pamela!" he shouted. "Don't give in!"

Joker laughed. "Don't waste your breath," he said. "She can't hear you." He reached down to Pamela's neck and began to unzip her black jumpsuit. "Those earphones are planting subliminal suggestions into her mind. While she's being bombarded by lustful imagery, those words are trickling through her defenses, whispering directly into her mind, telling her to stop fighting and just give in to the pleasure." He peeled her jumpsuit down further, smiling as her bra-covered breasts came into view. "They're telling her to become a slave to the pleasure of her pussy, and she can't help but listen." He pulled her bra away and gently squeezed the soft flesh of her beautiful breasts, causing Pamela to gasp.

"Stop it!" yelled Batman. "Don't touch her!" He watched helplessly as Joker leaned down and began to lick her nipple, sucking the hard tit into his mouth. Pamela moaned as the villainous clown slurped and suckled her breast. When he pulled his mouth away, he looked over at Batman and smiled. "Yummy," he said.

Joker beckoned to Superman, who eagerly approached the naked woman. Together, they tore away the rest of Pamela's clothes. All eyes in the room gazed lustfully at her naked body. "I want to screw her," said Superman.

"And you will," said Joker. "But not just yet. First, I want you to give her a taste of what's to cum." He laughed at his own joke. Superman quickly moved the head of the examining table and held his magnificent cock right above Pamela's face. He began to slide his hand up and down the length of his hard shaft, eagerly pumping himself while staring at her breasts and pussy. It didn't take long before he felt his orgasm welling up inside him. He slowed his strokes as the sticky white cum began to spurt out of his dick and onto her face. Squirt after squirt after squirt, he just kept shooting his goo until his balls were empty, and her face was covered by the silvery slime. "Good boy," said Joker. "The smell of your potent semen will help push her closer to the edge." He dabbed at her pussy with his fingers, eliciting a hungry moan from the lust-beleaguered woman. Joker smiled at the sight of her sex juices covering his fingers. "Well, I believe she's ready for me." He began to take off his pants.

"Joker...don't do this...I'm begging you..."

"I'm going to do it," he said. "I'm going to shove my cock into this beautiful young woman. And she's going to enjoy it; in fact, she'll love it so much that she'll do anything to please me, just as long as I keep screwing her. She'll happily tell me how to make an antidote to her antidote, so that I can infect the world with lust again. Once I control her pussy, I'll control her; and once I control her, I'll control the world." He took off the last of his clothes, and crawled on top of the young woman. "Look at her, Batman. She's so hungry for a cock." Pamela was really squirming, now; her hips bucked up from the bed, frantically trying to grind her crotch against Joker's body. "I think I should give her what she wants, don't you?"

Batman tried to struggle against his bonds, but it was useless. All he could do was lie there and watch as Joker's rigid cock sank into the pussy of the woman he loved. He listened in agony to Pamela's lust-filled moan, and knew that she would be helpless to resist. Joker was seducing her, turning her into his eager fuck-slave - and Batman was powerless to prevent it. He watched as Joker began to pump his cock in and out of her wet pussy, making her writhe and squeal with pleasure. The sounds of their lovemaking filled his ears: her tiny, feminine whimpers; his savage grunts; the rhythmic slurping noise of his cock plunging inside her sopping cunt.

Joker smiled as he rocked back and forth, his dick sliding in and out of the writhing beauty beneath him. "I can't tell you how delicious her pussy feels," he said. "And I do believe Miss Isley is enjoying herself as well." As if to confirm this, she suddenly screamed and began thrashing around, as a torrent of female cum began to wash over Joker's invading cock. "If I'm not mistaken, she just had an orgasm," said Joker, who continued to drill the moaning woman with his cock. "The first of many, I assure you." The perverted clown began to concentrate on his own impending orgasm. His hips bounced up and down as he drove his cock in and out of Pamela's cum-drenched pussy. She just closed her eyes and moaned as his cock speared up inside her cunt, then back out again - in and out, in and out, with a hungry, rapid motion that signalled Joker's intention: he was mating with her. He would not stop fucking her until he felt his cum burst out into her wet womb. And then it happened; his cock slowed its pounding, and he groaned as he buried his cock all the way inside, triggering an eruption of sperm-laden cream into her receptive cunt. Pamela didn't seem to understand what he was doing to her; all she knew was that her pussy was being pleased, and this was all she cared about.

Joker climbed off the examining bed and gestured to Superman. "Ok, big guy. Your turn." Batman watched in dread as the Man of Steel positioned his gigantic cock at her cunt entrance, and then began to push it inside. Pamela's eyes flew open in surprise, but the look soon faded into a dazed smile of satisfaction. Superman worked his monstrous organ up into her pussy, and her mouth opened wide in a silent gasp. When he was all the way in, he pulled it back out and then began to buck his hips back and forth, sliding his thick meat pole in and out of her clasping cunt.

"She likes it," said Joker, watching as Pamela's manacled hands tried to embrace her lover. "She likes having his cock inside her, just like most women do." She arched her back and brayed in ecstasy as Superman's cock sawed in and out of her gooey twat. "It doesn't matter how strong their minds are. Once you get a woman excited enough, all she wants is a nice thick cock to fill her pussy." Pamela moaned and tossed her head from side to side. "Willpower, morality, loyalty - all of these crumble before lust." She spread her legs wide apart, and the cock sank inside her pussy again and again. "If you spark her lust enough, if you give her the pleasure she craves, a woman will betray anyone - even herself."

"I'm cumming!" shouted Superman. He slowed his fucking and grunted as his cock shot ribbon after ribbon of powerful Kryptonian sperm into the young woman's pussy.

"Superman's sperm is particularly powerful," said Joker. "If this is a fertile time of the month for Miss Isley, I doubt very much that her poor little egg will be able to hold out against all those little super-sperm. Even right now, a chain reaction is probably starting to take place inside that pretty little belly." He glanced over at Pamela, and his eyes widened in shock. "What are you doing?!"

Superman had torn away the mind-altering headband and was busy snapping Pamela's chains away. "I'm freeing this young woman," said Superman grimly. "And then you're going to jail, Joker."

Joker's mouth hung open. "That's not funny." But Superman didn't seem to be joking. "Don't you want to fuck this pretty girl some more?"

"He's free from the virus, Joker," said Pamela weakly. "You don't control him anymore."

Joker tried to flee, but Superman was quick to restrain him. "Let go of me! This isn't fair..."

"You've lost, Joker," she said. "Your little reign of lust is at an end."

Joker laughed. "Maybe so...but I have the last laugh. Nine months from now, a lot of women will be having my babies - perhaps even you, my dear."

Poison Ivy smiled and shook her head. "Sorry to disappoint you, Joker...but the disease has the side-effect of making sperm and egg cells sterile. There's no way that anyone could get pregnant until both partners are free of the virus, which would take several months, at least."

Joker sighed. "So you just used me all along, didn't you? You just used me to get close to Batman here." He smirked. "I guess the joke's on me."

She smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Well at least you had fun, didn't you?" She turned to Superman. "Take him away, Clark - errrr, after you put some clothes on, that is."

Superman marched Joker out of the room, and Pamela turned to Batman, who was still chained to the examining table. "Sorry to put you through that, Bruce...I figured it was the only way to free Superman."

"So you're all right? The mind control device didn't work?"

"It definitely would have, if it had gone on for much longer." She smiled. "I have to admit, that thing is fun to wear."

Batman tugged at his manacles. "Can you untie me now? We still have work to do."

Pamela simply put on a sly smirk and slid her fingers down his chest. "We can take care of everything else later on. Right now, I want to do a little experimenting of my own." She began to unbuckle his utility belt.

"Pamela...what are you doing?" She tossed the belt aside, and slid his tights down. "No, Pamela...not here..." Off came the Batman Underoos, and she smiled at the sight of his erect cock. Despite his protests, she could see that he was more than a little excited. She giggled as she crawled up onto the examining table and positioned her pussy over his upright dick.

"Pamela...!"

The End

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