  o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 
  o               _       _   _  _                                  o
  o              (_' | | |_) |_ |_)                                 o
  o              ._) |_| |   |_ | \      _  _   _                   o
  o                                \|_| |_ |_) | |                  o
  o                                 | | |_ | \ |_|                  o
  o    Kristen's collection                                         o
  o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o

 
  This is the Super Hero Archive. These stories were sent to me by
  friends. I did not write these stories. 

  Many have no author name attached. If you are the author of the
  enclosed work please let me know and I'll remedy the situation.

  This story, and all the stories in this archive are meant to be
  free. They where sent freely and should remain public domain.


                           BATMAN FOREVER
PART 1                     Author Unknown

     The smoke was just clearing in downtown Gotham as Dr. Chase
Meridian stepped out of her black BMW.  She had raced over the
moment the news of Batman's battle with Two-Face had been
broadcast.  Although the fireworks were now finished, Chase still
hoped to have the opportunity of meeting the Caped Crusader face
to face.  She was greeted by Police Chief O'Harrah who had taken
control of the clean up.  Unfortunately, Two-Face had escaped,
making Dr. Meridian's presence at the scene somewhat unnecessary.
Still, the cops didn't seem to mind having her around.  In
addition to being one of the world's foremost experts on abnormal
psychology, Dr. Chase Meridian was also a very beautiful woman. 
Standing five feet eight inches tall, the strawberry blonde
woman, now in her early thirties, had the sort of body that teen
agers were envious of.  Her prestige allowed her to charge
exorbitant fees for her services, which left her plenty of time
to work out and keep her body in top shape.  Her efforts were
obvious and impressive to all who saw her.
     As the chief busied himself shouting orders, Dr. Meridian
strolled around a bit, buying time, still hoping Batman might
return to help assess any further damages from Two-Face's
attempted robbery.  She got her wish.  Out of the comer of her
eye, Chase saw Batman swooping down from the sky, landing
gracefully on the sidewalk.  Dr. Meridian gasped and bit gently
on her lower lip as the dark figure brushed swiftly past her. 
She scurried along behind Batman as he approached Chief O'Harrah.
     "Oh Batman."  said the chief in his thick Irish accent. 
"Thank the Saints you came along when you did.  Old Two-Face
almost got away with all the money in the vault."
     "Lucky for us, he likes to announce his crimes just before
he commits them." the costumed hero said flatly.  "Otherwise he
would have gotten away with it."
     "Dr. Meridian spoke up.  "He doesn't want money.  Well, not
really.  He wants you Batman."
     Both men turned towards her.  Chief O'Harra spoke.  "Sorry
Batman.  This is...."
     "Dr. Chase Meridian."  Interrupted the masked figure.  "Yes,
I know who she is Chief.  The good doctor's work in criminal
abnormal psychology is well known and widely regarded as the
finest of its kind."
     "Well, I only hope that I can live up to such a lofty
introduction." She said, holding out her hand for Batman.
     The Dark Knight extended his large gloved hand and shook. 
"Pleasure to meet you doctor.  I do look forward to discussing
your theories on Tow-Face at your earliest convenience."
     Chase never let her eyes stray from Batman's as they shook
hands.  She had to struggle to hide the desire she felt as his
strong leather clad hand grasped hers.  Electric shocks shook Dr.
Meridian's body as she felt an unfamiliar loss of control.  "I'm
free right now."  She managed, sounding as calm and professional
as humanly possible given the raging inferno burning between her
thighs.
     "Sorry Doctor.  I have to run and check a few things on the
Bat Computer.  Another time perhaps."  He replied, breaking their
handshake and turning to leave.  
     The dark figure was gone even before she could respond with
a shaky, "Count on it."  Chase had to excuse herself from the
crime scene quickly before her trembling knees betrayed her and
gave out.

                               II

     Back at her apartment, Chase rushed past the blinking light
of her answering machine without a second glance.  No time to be
bothered with that now.  Once in her bedroom, she began to tear
at her clothes.  All the way home, she had been reliving her brie
encounter with Batman.  He had merely touched her hand and yet
Chase melted in that instant.  She dropped her skirt to the
floor, leaving her clad only in a black lacy bra and watching
G-string panties which had been soaked from the moment Batman had
touched her.  Leaving her high heels on, Chase threw herself onto
the bed, laying on her back and peeling off her soaked panties. 
So many times, she had brought herself to orgasm while thinking
of him.  So many times while making love to other men, she had
dreamed it was Batman.  The Dark Knight had captivated Dr.
Meridian  from the start, he had fanned a flame burning deep
within her.  Tonight, with a single touch of his hand,  he had
sent her into a lusty frenzy.
     With one hand Chase tore off her bra and tossed it aside
while her other hand was already fast at work caressing the firm
flesh of her shapely thighs, inching closer to her burning
crotch.  The second hand quickly joined its partner as her
fingers danced gently in the soft reddish hair which sparsely
covered her pussy.  Chase closed her eyes and remembered the
hard, steely look in Batman's eyes.  So purposeful, so secretive,
eyes the hid many secrets.  They fascinated her.  Everything
about him fascinated her, his physical prowess, his strength, his
commitment, his cunning, the way he filled out his costume.  As
she dipped two fingers inside of herself, Chase wondered how
completely Batman filled out the impressive pouch in the crotch
area of this suit.  She could feel him between her thighs,
mounting and penetrating her with his long hard shaft.  That same
intense look was burning in his eyes, invading her very soul as
he pounded her repeatedly.  Chase mirrored her dream lover's
movements with now three fingers from her right hand while her
left hand stimulated her clit.  Her long, beautiful legs were
high in the air wrapped around his body, and moans of ecstasy
bellowed from her lips.
     After a long while, in both her her fantasy and in reality,
Chase flipped over rapidly, never letting her fingers lose
contact with her pussy.  Now on her knees, Chase buried her face
in the pillow and muffled some of her screaming.  She pictured
the Caped Crusader's strong hands grasping her hips as he drove
into her from behind.  Her ass stuck up high in the air and her
hard nipples brushed against the satin sheets on her bed.  Well
aware that she was nearing an earth shattering orgasm, Chase
began to beg her dream lover to shoot his load inside of her. 
She longed to feel his hot fluid splashing inside of her pussy. 
Lost in her fantasy, Chase began to climax.  Long rolling waves
of pleasure wracked her body as she screamed out his name into
her pillow.  For several minutes. Chase rode out her orgasm until
she just collapsed face down on the bed and drifted off to sleep,
still dreaming of the dark figure who so dominated her thoughts
and fantasies.



PART TWO

     Bruce Wayne's utter dismissal of his work may have pushed
Edward Nigma to the edge, but the actual test run of his
invention had obliterated his unstable sanity.  With the new
device, he could beam TV signals directly into the human brain. 
Ed had planned to use to revolutionize home entertainment and
communication, but the unexpected side effects had opened up a
host of new possibilities.  He could use the machine to extract
information from the mind of anyone he chose, making it useful in
personal, corporate as well as international espionage.  Also,
the machine seemed to possess a rather strong suggestive power,
which could make this invention more powerful  than he could have
imagined.  But first, Ed knew he had to find some way to test his
theory.  Some way to see if he had truly invented a mind control
device.  
     After fixing the surveillance tape so that the death of his
former supervisor could be easily seen as a suicide, Ed gathered
his invention and left the building.  All the way home, the odd
helmet-like contraption rattled on the seat next to him. Ed
needed to find a subject on whom to test it, but where?
     "What the Hell."  he thought aloud, pulling his car into the
nearest fast food drive through.  He ordered his food and waited
in line, his old car idling roughly as Ed fastened the old helmet
to his head and setting the beam on reverse.  In theory, if he
concentrated very hard, his thoughts would be beamed directly
into the mind of the subject, thus allowing Ed to control them. 
Ed's heart raced as he pulled his car up to the window.  The
pimply faced teenager handed Ed his food, laughing aloud at the
odd looking man in the stupid hat.
     "That will be five sixty eight mister."  The youth chuckled.
     Ed could feel his temples throbbing, this was more difficult
than he had thought, but the boy's expression changed a bit,
slowly until finally he said lately,  "No charge sir."  Ed could
have left right then, but already the lure of such power was
tightening its grip. After another long stare, the boy turned
around to his female coworker and grabbed her breast.  As the
girl screamed and slapped the boy, Ed sped off, laughing
uncontrollably.  He had done it.  Ed now possessed the power to
control the minds of others.

                               II

     While Edward was using his mind control beam to drain brain
power from some of Gotham's finest minds, Two-Face was hard at
work trying to destroy Batman.  In one particularly dastardly
attempt to kill the Dark Knight, Two-Face had staged a terrorist
attack on a circus performance at the Gotham Center For
Performing Arts.  The plot was foiled, but there were a dozen
casualties.  Among them were all but one member of the Flying
Grayson's acrobatic team.  The sole survivor, young Dick Grayson,
had thwarted Two-Face's plan in Batman's absence and saved
hundreds of lives.  His payment for such courage was to be left
without a family at eighteen years of age.
     Feeling a certain camaraderie with someone who had lost his
family, Bruce Wayne took Dick Grayson in.  In addition to this
reason, Bruce also felt a certain degree of guilt.  Only Alfred
understood the pain Bruce felt for not acting sooner to reveal
his identity.  Perhaps everyone would have been spared.  Whatever
his reasons, Bruce Wayne did take in Dick Grayson.  For his part,
Dick only agreed to stay after realizing he had no place else to
go, besides, it would only be for a short while.  As curious as
Dick was about the mysterious billionaire, it was amazing that it
took him three whole days to sneak into the silver closet and
discover the Bat Cave.
     Meanwhile, across town, Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway of
Dr. Chase Meridian's apartment.  It had been a successful first
date and she had already decided to make a move on him if he
asked to come inside.  Bruce shifted nervously in the hallway. 
The Bat Beeper had been going off for the past hour, but he had
thus far ignored the pages.  There was no way he was going to
just blow off a woman as incredible as Chase.  Besides, if it had
been a real emergency, he would have seen the Bat Signal.
     "Well Bruce."  Chase said after a long silence.  "Thank you
for a lovely evening.  Perhaps we can do it again sometime,
schedules permitting of course."
     "Yes, that would be very nice."  He replied, leaning in for
a good night kiss, but pulling back at the last moment.  The Bat
Beeper was vibrating in his pocket once again.  He really needed
to see what was up.  Fun with Chase would have to be put on the
back burner.  "May I call you?"  He asked.
     The decision had been made to make a move only if Bruce
asked to come in, but as it became obvious to her that he was not
going to do so, Chase changed her mind.  She just had to crack
that shy boy exterior of the brilliant, enigmatic billionaire.
     As Bruce Wayne held out his hand to shake Dr. Meridian's.
the beeper went off yet again.  However, before he could finalize
their good byes, Chase grabbed Bruce by the wrist and jerked him
into her semi dark living room.  His protests were cut off as the
beautiful doctor pulled him close and kissed him passionately. 
It was all he could do to slip a hand down into his pocket and
turn off the beeper before returning her deep kiss.

                               III

     Alfred had feared Bruce might not wish to return the pages. 
Years together had allowed Alfred to see things in Bruce that he
often could not see in himself.  Master Wayne's attitude this
evening had told him that Dr. Chase Meridian was more than just a
lovely woman with whom to spend an evening.
     HE knew he could set off the Bat Signal with the remote
control, but Alfred was not even sure if anything was wrong. 
Upon discovering the Bat Cave, Dick Grayson had become a bit over
enthusiastic, going so far as to take the Bat Mobile out for a
joy ride.  Torn between alerting Bruce to this fact and letting
him enjoy his evening, Alfred finally decided to let it go. 
Master Dick would most likely be fine. "Besides."  Alfred though
aloud.  "Master Bruce truly needs to get laid."

                               IV

     Dr. Meridian's moonlit penthouse apartment had a wonderfully
romantic ambiance it.  However, the dim shadowy light was Hell on
a groping billionaire.  Trying to kill her towards the sofa,
Bruce had tripped  over an end table, sending him sprawling to
the floor.  With a quickness that surprised Chase, he was back on
his feet, no worse for the wear.  She pulled his tuxedo jacket
off, snagging it at the elbows, forcing Bruce to struggle with it
until he threw it off.  Chase kicked off her shoes and reached
for the zipper at the back of her long evening dress.  Bruce
fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finding it more than a bit
difficult.  Reaching out with surprising quickness, Chase tore
the front of his shirt wide open,  sending buttons flying
everywhere.  Shocked but even more excited, Bruce stumbled trying
to kick his shoes off.  Standing precariously on one foot, he
grabbed for his socks, but froze in that ridiculous position when
Chase shrugged her dress to the floor.  He just stared for a
moment at the beautiful woman, clad in white lace bra, matching
stockings, garter and skimpy panties.  Mouth wide open, Bruce
Wayne fell sideways to the floor in a clumsy heap.
     Pulling himself onto the couch, Bruce finished removing his
socks and went to work on his pants.  Moving close, Chase pulled
on the legs, easily sliding them off of his body.  She sat next
to him on the couch. and kissed him once again, her tongue
probing his mouth deeply.  Breaking the kiss, Chase whispered
into Bruce's ear.  "Stand up and strip for me."
     Bruce Wayne stood slowly in front of the couch.  He was used
to women taking their clothes off for him, but this was something
new.  Standing there in the bluish moonlight, Bruce waited for a
sign from Chase to continue.  She just sat on the couch, looking
lovely, admiring his body.  He had square handsome features that
screamed of good breeding.  Clearly, all of his free time was not
spent sitting around being a couch potato.  His broad shoulders
and well developed chest tapered down to a flat stomach and
narrow waist.  Clad in only black silk boxers, Bruce Wayne looked
good enough to eat.  A thought which caused a chill to race up
Chase's spine.
     "Take them off."  She whispered.  "Slowly."
     The excitement of being watched like this turned Bruce on
more than he ever could have imagined.  His throbbing erection
made it a bit of a chore to slip the boxers down over his hips. 
The look on Chase's face was pure lust as the boxers reached
Bruce's muscular thighs.  The cock that sprung into view matched
his chiseled hard body perfectly.  His member throbbed visibly as
Bruce kicked away his boxers and stood in front of Chase.  Having
seen her share of stiff pricks in her day, Dr. Meridian was
pleasantly surprised by the one she saw before her.  It was at
least nine inches long, only an inch shy of her ideal length and
certainly more than she would have expected from a quirky man
like Bruce Wayne.  Chase licked her lips and felt her pussy flood
itself.  "Turn around."  She whispered, her voice throaty and
shaking with desire.  "Let me see your ass."
     Trying to appear relaxed, Bruce turned slowly way from her,
feeling her stare as she checked him out from behind.  As Batman,
he was used to being gawked at, but as Bruce Wayne, it made him
feel somewhat uncomfortable. He looked back over his shoulder to
see Chase's reaction.  She was staring at his butt, one hand
playing with her hair, the other absent mindedly stroking her
thigh.  "You must work out."  She said, seeing him look back at
her.  She spread her thighs and raised her legs so that her feet
were resting on the edge of the couch.
     "Come eat me."  Chase said, pulling her panties aside
invitingly, giving Bruce a promise of wonderful things to come. 
Mustering up all of his self control, he turned around slowly,
eased himself to his knees and began to crawl ever so slowly
towards Chase, his eyes locked on hers.  She watched as he
approached, reached out and began to caress her stocking clad
calves in his strong hands.  Peering into his eyes, Chase could
sense the deep, hidden fires burning within Bruce.  Some day, she
would have to explore his inner thoughts and fears, but at this
moment, Chase had more base plans for him.  As his hands crossed
her thighs and came in contact with her hips, Bruce tugged on the
band of her panties, tearing away the lacy fabric easily off of
her body.  Bruce leaned his head in close until chase could feel
his warm breath on her thighs.  Bruce ran his fingers through the
neatly trimmed patch of hair around her pussy, teasing her moist
lower lips and playing with her opening.
     Chase shuddered as Bruce played with  her pussy, teasingly
inserting just the tip of a finger into her and running it along
her slit.  She was on fire and wanted so desperately to tell him
what she most desired, however, experience had taught her that
such perverse needs were best held until she was certain the man
could handle them.  She decided instead on the next best thing, a
nice bit of passionate love making.  "Eat me."  she whispered,
her mind reeling from Bruce's talented fingers.
     More than happy to oblige, he pressed his mouth into the hot
flesh of her pussy.  He was dying to taste her and by drawing it
out, his desire was greatly heightened.  He covered the length of
her slit with soft kisses, savoring her sweet womanly aroma. A
finer woman would be hard to imagine and Bruce knew that he would
have to pull out all the stops if he was going to satisfy Chase.
     As Bruce teased her, Chase ran her slim manicured fingers
through his thick blond hair.  By the time his tongue made
contact with her pussy lips, Chase was ready to scream.  He began
with long slow strokes, painting her pussy with his tongue,
kissing it lovingly.  His fingers slowly worked their way inside
of Chase, exploring her insides just as his mouth did the same to
her outer lips.
     For what seemed like hours, Bruce kept Chase in a state of
high arousal, but never pushed her over the edge of climax.  He
explored every inch of her pussy with his lips, tongue and
fingers, carefully avoiding her clit, until she ached with the
need for release.  All the while, he had been working his fingers
in and out of her, fucking her with now three fingers.  Sensing
her arousal and feeling her grip tighten in his hair, pulling him
close, Bruce moved his mouth upwards to her erect clit.
     "Oh yes."  Chase moaned, feeling his lips brush against her
pulsing bud.  Knowing how close to the edge she was, she wrapped
her long legs tightly around his head and grabbed two handful of
his hair.  "Oh Bruce, make me cum."  she cried as his mouth
closed over her clit, sucking hard and fast, matching his
frenzied finger fucking.  
     Bruce felt Chase smother him between her thighs, forcing him
to nearly drown in the flood of juices she let loose as her
climax wracked her body.  He lapped at her sweet nectar, savoring
her taste and simultaneously driving her ever madder as her
orgasm consumed her.  Bruce felt deep satisfaction at hearing
Chase screaming her way through climax.  He lived by a simple
sexual principle, the better you give, the better you receive. 
He only hoped Chase held similar beliefs.
     Bruce kept up his sucking until Chase's orgasm subsided and
she loosened her vice grip on, at last, collapsing onto the
couch. Chase was out of breath and thin sheen of perspiration
glistened on her skin in the moonlight.  Standing, Bruce went
from the room without a word, returning moments later with a
bottle of water.  The simple gesture so touched Chase that she
forget to question how Bruce knew his way to the kitchen in the
dark.  It also renewed her desire to return the pleasure he had
given her.  They sat next to each other, sipping the water and
kissing for several minutes.  Chase slowly worked her hand up
Bruce's thigh until at last she wrapped her fingers around the
hard shaft of his cock.  It felt so big and hard in her hand,
smooth hot skin, pulsing under her touch.  The fat purple head
was swollen and already shining with leaking pre-cum.
     Chase took a final swig of water and let head fall into
Bruce's lap.  She curled up on the couch next to him as her soft
lips make contact with the head of his cock.  In that position,
Chase reminded Bruce of Selena Kyle, his most recent lost love,
"but not even Selena used her tongue this well."  He thought. 
Her lips parted, allowing Bruce's hard cock to slip inch by inch
into her cool mouth.  The ice water added to the intense pleasure
she gave him.  As she did this, Chase circled her tongue around
his cock with amazing skill, driving him to the edge of climax
almost instantly.  Her head began to bob delicately in his lap as
Chase sucked most of him into her mouth.  She knew that to deep
throat a cock the size of Bruce's would be no problem, but there
were limits to what she was prepared to reveal about her sexual
nature and talents.  Besides, he didn't seem to mind at all.  
     Bruce Wayne was having trouble holding back as Chase's oral
talents nearly overwhelmed him.  Were he in costume as Batman, he
would have grabbed her head and fucked her mouth good and hard
until her unloaded in her mouth.  Such rough sexuality was
expected from the wanton sluts who often fell at the feet of the
Dark Knight, but this was an educated, classy lady.  Bruce
decided to hold back on his aggression and simply enjoy the
feelings.
     As Chase sensed Bruce's impending climax, she added to her
stellar blowjob by wrapping her hand tightly around the base of
his shaft and stroked to match her lip motions.  She was pumping
his cock like she wanted to milk it dry.  In reality, Chase
wanted nothing more than to jerk Bruce's dick off right into her
mouth.  He would certainly love it, as would she,  however, she
feared it might set the wrong tone for their relationship.  After
all, she was a Ph.D. and as such, his expectations of her would
be higher.  To swallow his cum on their first date might cause
Bruce Wayne to disregard her as a common strumpet.
     Feeling his balls begin to tighten in inevitable climax,
Bruce thought briefly of not warning Chase, so that he could
spurt into her warm mouth.  However, knowing the sort of
repercussions this could cause he regretfully moaned a warning. 
"Oh Chase, I'm going to cum."
     Pulling her lips away, the beautiful doctor doubled her hand
motions, pumping wildly on the hard cock she held.  With a sudden
convulsion, Bruce's body stiffened and his cock exploded a
fountain of sperm.  The thick fluid sprayed out onto his chest
and stomach.  It streaked his body and her fingers, running down
and polling in Bruce's navel.  Chase wanted so badly to lick his
body clean of his sweet fuck juices.  When at last Bruce stopped
pumping and closed his eyes to catch his breath, Chase snuck a
quick taste from her fingers, savoring his taste a moment before
curling up next to him on the couch, resting her head on his
strong shoulders.
     "Give me a minute to catch my breath."  He said.  "Then
let's continue this in the bedroom."


PART THREE

                                I

     At the same time Bruce Wayne was enjoying the oral talents
of Dr. Chase Merididan, young Dick Grayson was just turning the
Barmobile onto Old Gotham Road where he opened it up to 90 MPH. 
"Damn, this baby flies."  He half shouted as he sped down the
deserted road towards the heart of Gotham.  "Now, for a little
driving music."  He mumbled, finding the in dash CD player in the
Batmobile.  Cranking the volume up to ten, Dick soon heard the
sounds of adult contempororay blaring though the sound system. 
"What is this crap?"  Dick muttered, edjecting the offending
disc.  "Michela Bolton?  Fuck that."  He tossed the small disc
out the window and pulled a CD case for his leather jacket.  He
picked a disc, interted it and in a few seconds, the Batmobile
was filled with the rocous sounds of The Offspring's 'Smash It
Up'.  "Now this is ass kicking music."  He said, lughing and
speeding through the black night into Gotham City.

*****************************************************************
**********

     The north side of Gotham city was by far the most dangerous,
crime infested neighborhood this side of south Metropolis.  The
streets bustled with gang members, prositutes, drug adicts and
pimps.  No one was safe out here form the roaming ganga of thugs
who ruled the streets like a pack of blood thirsty wolves.  That
is, until the Batmobile cruised down the dark Avenue, scattering
the evil doers like so many cock roaches when you turn on the
lights.
     Dick drove through the run down neighborhood, scoping out
the ladies of the evening who flocked on the street corners. 
Seeing a partially promising group, he pulled the car up to the
curb, sending the johns scurrying scurrying away.  One of them,
thought Dick, looked very familiar, "Like that British actor
who's been in town to promote his new movie."  He muttered.  No
matter, he had found what he was looking for, some working girls.
     The hookers hathered around the Batmobile like lust starved
groupies, dying for a glimpse of the Dark Knight.  When the hatch
of the Batmobile slid open, they were instead treated to young
Dick Grayson's smiling face.  "Hello ladies."  He said, flashing
a cocky Tom Cruise like smile.
     The small crowd backed away laughing.  "That ain't Batman. 
Looks more like BatBoy.  BratBoy is more like it.  Hey Boy,
Disneyland is farther west."  They jeered.
     Dick was angered by their ridiculing.  "Hey, I'm man enough
to steal the Batmobile from Batman.  I'd say that makes me man
enough to......."
     His words were cut off by a death scream coming from one of
the darkened side alleys.  It sounded as if someone werer being
tortured.  Before he could even try to think about it, Dick swung
the Batmobile around and headed in the direction of the screams.
     Celeste Stallings should have known better than to be out at
night in this part of Gotham.  She had been on a sorrority
initialtion prank for Hell Week.  All she was supposed to do was
bring in a condemned sign from one of the dol burned out slums. 
Somehow, she had taken a very wrong turn and ended up here. 
While tying to use a pay phone, the pretty coed had been
harrassed by some gang member who chased her away from her can
and dwon this dead end alley.  As they closed in around her, now
twenty strong, she let out her desparate cry for help.
     The leader of the gang, a large man wearing leather clithes
and white stage make up, had a hold of Celeste's long black hair
and was about to speak when someon in the crowd shrieked.  "Oh
shit, it's Batman."  All eyes turned to the open ind of the alley
just as the sleak, black vehicle pulled in.  Just the sight of
Batman struck fear in the hearts of the gang members who backed
away as the Batmobile slowed to a halt at Celeste's feet.  She
could see the big leader's body tremble as the hatch opened. 
Then, as some young punk, not the dreaded Dark Knight, hopped out
of the vehicle, the tension eased and the gang began laughing
aloud.  "It's not the Batman."  Said one brave soul, stepping
forward to challenge dick.
     Begining to realize the potential danger of the situation,
Dick knew he had to act quickly.  "I just forgot my suit at the
cleaners."  He said, mustering up all his confidence.  "Let the
girl go now."
     The leader laughed with his followers for a moment then held
up his hand for quiet.  The moisy alley fell utterly silent. 
"What if I say no?"
     "Well,"  Answered Dick confidently.  "Then I'll take her,
and kick your ass on the way out."
     Again the larger man luaghed loudly at Dick.  "I doubt
that."  He nodded at the cloest gang member who emdiatly swung
into action, striking out at Dick with a wooden stick he held. 
Effortlessly, Dick sidestepped the blow, grabbing the stick from
the hood.  Spinning around quickly, Dick cracked him in the back
of the head, knocking the attacker cold.
     The remaining members stood stunned for a moment, not quite
sure what to make of the young avenger.  Before they could
regroup, Dick used the end of the stick to butt three more gana
members in the face and gut, clearing a path to Celeste.  In a
fllash, Dick had a hold of her arm and was backing her towards
the Batmobile.
     Bu now, the leader had regrouped a bit from his initail
surprise.  "Get him."  He shouted.  Shielding Celeste from the
attackers, Dick flew into action. Using his acrobatic skills and
the stick, he fought throuh the first dozen or so thugs.  Dick
knew that he was hopelessly outnumbered and could not deat them
all.  Turning to Celeste, he yelled.  "Get in the car."  Celeste
climbed into the Batmobile, leaving Dick to fight throught the
few until he to leapt into the car.  In a flash, he hit the
button to clese the fatch.  Just befor it sealed out the evil
doers, Dick smiled and gave a heard filled.  "Have a nice day."
     With a blast of flames and the screech of tires, the sleek
car raced backwards out of the alley and down the street, leaving
the cursing gang memebers in its dust.  Dick dromve silently for
a while before noticing that Celeste was crying.
     "I wouldn't worry too much about your car Miss,  all in all,
you are very lucky"  Dick said, trying his best to sound like a
confident super hero.  In fact, however, his heart was racind and
he was thankful to have surrvived the ordeal.
     "It's not that."  She sobbed, wiping her eyes and trying to
compose herslf.  A few moments  later, she continued.  "I would
have been murdred by those creeps.  You saved my life."  She
again sobbed.
     "No need to cry Miss."  Dick comforted, pulling the
Batmobile to a stop in fromt of the Delta Chi Pi sorrority house.
"It's not so serious as all that.  You're safe now and I'll call
in your car to the police as so as I get back to...." he paused a
moment, catching his near mistake.  "As soon as I dump this car. 
I wouldn't want the real Batman to catch me in it."
     Celeste turned to him, her eyes sparkling in the moonlight. 
"You sure acted like the real Batman back there."
     Dick swallowed hard.  His experiences with women were rather
limited.  Most people had always assumed that because he was an
entertainer and a gymnast, that he must be gay.  In fact, Dick
had been with only two lovers in his life.  Niether of whom had
been nearly as pretty as Celeste.
     "Just doing my good deed Miss."  He said, his voice dropping
into a mock super hero tone.
     Celeste bit her lip coyly.  "Doesn't the super hero get to
kiss the girl?"  She asked.
     Dick stannered a bit.  "Ye, well, I guess, I suppose so, but
I'm really not....I"
     Celeste shut him up with a hard kiss on the mouth.  The near
death experience had her blook pumping and she could not remember
ever feeling quite as turned on.  She was hoping to convey her
desire to be taken in her kiss, but to make sure, Celeste took
one of Dick's hands and placed it onto her breast.  Breaking the
kiss, she moaned, "Take me upstairs Batman."
     "But I'm not Bat.."  His words were muffled under another
kiss.  Her actions told him without words to just shut up and
play along.  His pride was hurt a bit, but the way this pretty
girl kissed made the sting fade with the promise of exquisite
erotic adventures.
     After a few minutes of kissing and groping, Celeste got our
of the car, her eyes beckoning Dick to folow her.  She led him
silently by the hand through the ground floor of hr sorririty
house.  Her snotty sorrity siters looked on in disgust and
disbelief at the punk Celeste was taking up the staris.  She was
violating the rules and risking getting herself thrown out just
for a fuck with her savior, and the idea made her panties soaked.
     Inside her room, Celeste slammed the dorr behind them and
attacked Dick.  HEr mouth covered his, her tongue probed his
mouth.  Her hands groped and grasped at his body.  She tore off
his leather jacket, tossing it aside.  Dick began to follow suit,
tearing her T shirt in his haste to get it over her head.  They
struggled with each other's jeans, but seen stook naked in each
others arms.  Her aggressivness had Dick a bit off balance, but
his hands found their way over her perky breats and down to her
firm, round ass.
     He was about to take her over to the bed when her kisses
dropped down to his neck, then lower, onto his chest.  Soon, she
fell to her knees befor him and grasped his throbbing cock in her
hands.  For only the second time in his life, Dick Grayson felt
the head of his cock slip into a got, wet, female mouth.  Celeste
devoured his cock like a hungry animal, taking all six inches of
his thin prick deep into her throat, then sliding it back out so
that she could stroke it between her palms.  Celeste was drooling
wildly as she attacked him with her mouth.  She was exploring a
new side of her sexuality, an umcontrolable, nasty side brought
on my the rush of adrenilne. Dick knew that this girl would not
stop on her own until she had brought him off, but he wanted to
be inside of her.  Taking her lovely face in his hands, he helped
her to her feet, lifted her off the ground and carried her over
to the bed where he laid her down.
     Dick had in mind a bit of muff diving, but Celeste was busy
reaching into her nightstand, fumbling around for something.  At
last, she smiled up at him and said.  "Skip that, put this on and
fuck me."  She tossed him a foil packet with a condom in it. 
Dick looked puzzled for a moment.  "A girl has to be careful
these days, even with a super hero."  Celeste added.
     Dick scrambled to his knees beween her spread thighs.  His
trembling fingers made it tough, but at last he was able to slide
the smooth latex condom over his dick, and positioned himself
against her wet pussy lips.  "Take me Batman."  She whispered.
     Dick smiled down at Celeste as he pressed himself into her. 
This pretty coed was so much better than and of the hookers he
could have hoped to pick up.  Her heat fest as if it could belt
the rubber.  It felt like a wet oven around  his throbbing prick.
A few quick strokes lubed the condom up good and Dick penetrated
Celeste easily.  The perky coed, reached down and pulled her
thighs up and apart, begging Dick for more.
     "Oh yes."  She hissed, not at all like he would have
expected from her.  "Fuck me deeper."  She cried.  Dick was
already giving her every inch he had.  Knowing anohter way to get
deeper inside of Celeste, Dick manuevered her legs up onto his
shoulders, stretching her thighs and pludging deeper into her
pussy.
     Celeste's mind was reeling.  She was being taken by a
stranger, by the man who had saved her life.  She belonged to
hom, wanted to serve him.  It was such a primal feeling, so
unlike her.  His body slapped against her, his heavy balls
bouncing off her ass while he pumped her.
     "Oh fuck me harder."  She cried, losing herslef.  It was the
first climax she had ever experienced with a cock inside of her
pussy.
     Something seemed to break loose inside of Dick.  All of his
shyness evaporated in a cloud of steaming passion.  all he could
think about was ramming his cock inside this girl harder and
faster.  Adreniline from his earlier activity fueled his fires. 
"This must be why Batman goes to see the hookers."  He thought to
himself, remebering the rumors of the Dark Knight's sexual
proclivities.
     Dick felt Celeste shudder beneath him as she came a second
time.  When she stopped, Dcik pulled out of her, quickly
silencing her moans of protest by flipping her over ont her hands
and knees.  With a firm grip, he took hold of her slender hips
and drove his latex encased rod into her steaming pussy.  Celeste
shuddered as Dick's hips slammed into her ass loudly.
     Young Dick could never had imagined such passion, such
abaondon.  The harder he fucked Celeste the harder she bucked
back.  Slowly, she brought one of her hands up off her bed and
moved it back to her ass, leaving it tantalizingly vulneralbe to
him.  As lost as he was in his own lust, it took Dick a few
moments to notice her hand, but when he did, his reaction was
instant.  He grasped her wrist tightly, holding it in place
behind her back.  His hard thrusts now nearly knocked the girl
off balance.  Siezing on another opportunity, Dick jerked
Celeste's other arm out from under her, driving her face down
into the pillow.  In one hand, he held both of her wrists
together in the center of her back, never slowing the pace of his
furious fucking.
     Celeste found this new position very exciting.  She had been
fucked doggy style before, but this was wild.  Having her arms
pinned back made her feel so vulnerable and controlled.  Her face
was smothered, making it all seem so desparate.  Also, with her
ass so high and exposed, even Dick's cock seemed huge, slamming
all the way to her cervix.  She came a third time almost
immediatly.    
     Dick was lost in a fog of lust.  He was holding this pretty
young coed down while he fucked her as hard as he could.  Pulling
up on her writsts, Dick forced Celeste's head up off the pillow,
her weight strainging against her shoulders.  Now he could hear
her screaming out in exstacy.  Reaching down, Dick grabbed her
dark hair, pulling her head back and using it to add leverage to
his thrust.  The pure animal rage of it all pushed Dick to the
edge and he began to cru out as his climax apporaced like a
runaway train.  "Oh God."  He moaned. "So fucking close."
     "Yes."  Celeste hissed.  "Fuck me harder.  Fuck my cunt. 
Cum in me please.  I'm gonna cum.  Ohhhhhh"
     Dick could feel Celeste's pussy contracting around him as
she came, milking his cock.  That was all he could take.  This
hot coed pushed him over the edge.  He pulled back on her hair
hard, straightening her up against him as he began to climax.  So
intense were the waves of pleasure rushing through Dick's body,
that he fell flat on top of Celeste, driving her face first into
the matress as he continued to pump her.
     As his climax shook his body, Dick felt his hot cum fill the
condom, engulfing his throbbing member in a wet coccom of hot
liquid lust.  He gave a final few thrusts into her prone body,
punding away, his weight smothering her, stiffling her whimpers. 
Never before had Dick felt such power in a sexual conquest.  He
flet all of the pain and anger over the loss of his family dull
and fade as he looked down at the quivering coed.  HE tore the
condom from his still hard cock and tossed it down on Celeste's
ass.
     She lay there for a moment, feeling the wet rubber on her
lower back, the sticky fluid was leaking slowly onto her skin. 
Celeste had cum foru times from the cute strangers cock and she
didn't even know his name.  Oh, how things were going to change
for her sexually.  As she rolled over, she was just in time to
catch a glimpse of Dick's bare ass as he vaulted out the window.
     Upon making his decision to leave, Dick had dismounted the
bed, grabbed his clothes and useing his gymnastics skills, leapt
from the window, onto an awning and safely to the ground below. 
It was best not to ruin a momumentally perftect sexual encounter
by getting all mushy over it.  So he left, without looking back. 
Had he taken a last glace back, Dick would have seen Celeste
empty the contents of the condom onto her toungue, revelling in
her first taste of sperm, and shuddering as her fingers brought
her to climax one final time.

*****************************************************************
*************
     Dick dressed on his way home.  The evening's adventures
playing back in his head.  The heroic act of saving the poor
girl, the thrill of doing battle with twenty hoods, the fear of
being outnumbered, the rush of adreniline that came as he
defeated them, the pure lust he felt for the girl, the
anamalistic sex.  It had all made his inner rage fade.  But even
as he pulled the Batmobile onto the dirt road to the Batcave, the
pain and bitterness were coming back.  How he longed to make it
go away forever.
     As Dick hopped out of the Batmobile, satisfied with his
first night as a crime fighter.  He was surprised to see Bruce
Wayne sitting at a computer terminal, a look of impatience on his
face.  As Bruce got a look at Dick, who had forgotten to do his
fly, Bruce shook his head and turned away.  Before leaving, he
said flatly, "Tomorrow, you and I have to have a talk."


                               II

     It had taken Edward a few costume fittings, but he was
satisfied with his choice.  As he stood outside the abandoned
werehouse that served as Two-Face's hideout, dressed in a day
glow , green body suit, adorned with black question marks and
marching mask, he truly looked the part of a master criminal, or
an escapee from the asylum.
     Finding Two-Face had been rather easy to do using his new
found intelligence that the beam had sucked from numerous test
subjects and the mind reading capablitites of the same invention.
However, Ed knew the dangers of barging in on Two-Face.  He only
hoped he could buy enough time to show what his beam could do
before that madman's completely insane side tossed him into the
river.
     Inside the werehouse, Harvey Dent, also know as Two-Face,
Gotham City's one time District Attoruney and current reinging
King of Crime, was just sitting down to a pair of lovely dinners.
The old werehouse had been decorated to fit both sides of his
twisted nature.  One, decked out in the finest antiques and
artwork, all stolen from Gotham's finest homes.  The other side
was part sewer rat, part trailer trash chic.
     Before him on the table were two complete meanls, one for
each of his two personalities.  For Harvey, it was roast duck, a
green salad in a vinigrete dressing and a glass of fine brandy. 
For the dark side, it was blackened pigs heart, raw oysters and
twelve grain alcohol.
     Seated on either side of him were the two women in his life,
(For the time being).  At Harvey's side was Sugar, a blonde
virginal looking young woman dressed in a slowing MAe West type
gown.  To the left of Two-Face sat spice, a heavily made up,
leather clad, punk looking brunette.  The women were similar in
height and weight, however in all other ways they lieterally were
as different as night and day.
     Two-Face gave them each a kiss and was about to sample the
cousine when he heard an ear splitting call come from behind him.
     "Luuuccccccyyyyy.  I'm home."  Two-Face and the women turned
to see where the noise had come from.  What they saw made them
burst out laughing.  A tall, lanky man, dressed in a ridiculous
costume and a mask.  His hair was cut in an odd sort of uneven
crew cut and dyed bright orange.  He looked ridiculous even to
the two women who shared their bed with the acid damaged
attourney.
     In a blink, Two-Face was on his feet moving towrds the
intruder.  Never mind his appearacne, the clown had found his
hideout and penetrated it. Not even Batman had been able to do
that.  He was taking no chances.
     "What the hell do you want?"  Growled Teo-Face.  The gangly
man strolled casually around the room, oblivious to the gun
Harvey had pointed at him.  Ed knew that his windwo of
opportunity was small, the slightest slip and he'd be dead.
     "Love the decour.  Modern Werehouse?  Better Tombs and
Dungeons?"  Two-Face was not amused.
     "Who are you, and why souldn't we blow your fucking brains
out of your skull?"  He hissed, raising his gun.
     "What?  And  ruin all this?"  He said, gesturing around the
room.  Still not amused, Two-Face cocked the gun.
     "We'll  risk it."  He said coldy.
     Sensing his string had run out, Ed smiled weakly.  "All
righty then.  Let's get down to business shall we?  You can call
me........The Riddler.  As for why I'm here, that's easy.  I need
your help, and I have something to offer you in return for it." 
He gently turned the barrel of the gun away from his face. 
"Allow me to demonstrate."
     From the waist band of his suit, Riddler pulled out a
flashlight liiking device.  "This, my friebd, is the answer to
your dreams, your prayers."
     Two-Face looked at the odd man.  "Looks like a flashlihgt,
so what?"  He said
     "Ahhhhh, but watch."  Riddler aimed the device at Harvey and
a lone of blue light shot stright to his forehead.  Another
stream of light shot over to the TV set causing it to glow. 
Two-FAce, Riddler and the two women watched as a series of odd
images flashed across the glowing screen.  A courtroom...A vile
of acid...A bat crushed under a giant flyswater...The brunette
woman on her knees...A law school class...A bat shot from out of
the sky...The blonde woman in a wedding dress...A Bat torn apart
by its wings.
     The odd images flashed before them all.  The girls stared,
consued, at the screen, but Two-Face knew what they were.  "Turn
it off."  He grumbled at the Riddler, aiming his gun at him once
again.  "Now!"
     "O.K., O.K."  Said the Riddler, shutting down the beam. "I
see you understand what my little toy can do."
     "Yeah, all right, so it can read minds.  Great party trick,
but what does that have to do with us?"  Two-Face replied.
     Riddler haof skipped over to him.  "I'm so gald you asked. 
Imagine this."  He said gesturing grandly.  "A huge one of these
set up to a satelite sysetem.  A smaller one in every home in
Gotham City so that we can monitor the thoughts of everyone in
town.  Including Batman."
     Two-Face smiled.  "Read the Bat's thoughts?  Oh how
delightful."  His smile faded.  "But why shouldn't  we shoot you
and steal that thing?"
     Riddler grinned  bit.  "Interesting point.  Of course, if
you did that, you woulnd't really know how to work it would you?"
     The two sides of Harvey seemed to be having a mental
discussion.  "All right. What is it you want from us?"
     "I need capital to mass produce my little toy and get in
every home.  You have the resources to help me steal the money I
need."
     "And in return?"
     "In return, I will give you fifty percent of the profits and
I deliver you Batman."
     Two-Face pondered the idea for a bit.  He never like the
idea of sharing his take, however this little beam could be a bit
asset.  At last, they made up their twisted mind.  The deal was
struck.  As the two villians shook hands on their new agreement,
Two-Face smiled/ "So, as a gesture of out good will, please
choose one of these two beauties for your own enjoyment."
     Riddler grinned.  "Ohh, thank you."  He skipped over to the
women and looked them over like two prize peices of meat.  At
last, he turned to Two-Face and pointed at Sugar.  "I like this
one."
     Two-Face lauged.  "All right then.  She's yours."  Walking
over to Riddler, he whispered to him.  "I'm afraid you'll find
her a bit of a bore.  You see, not only is her appearacnce
sonewhat virginal, so is her lovemaking."
     "Oh?"  querried Riddler.
     "Yes, complete lack of imagination and enthusiasm I'm
afraid."  He replied.
     "I'll suffer."  Said Riddler, taking Sugar by the wrist. 
"Come my dear."
     "Oh, please, don't hurt me."  She squeaked, bringing laugher
from both men.  
     "Now."  Said Riddler rudley.  "I will say thank you and
leave you to finish your dinner." He then lead Sugar out the
door, stoppping one final time to bow to his new partner.
     "One more thing."  Said Two-Face.  "You try and double cross
us, and we'll kill you."
     Nodding his understanding, Riddler made his exit.

PART 4

                               I.

     Riddler entered his run down apartment with his new lady in
tow.  Sugar hadn't said two words to him on the entire journey. 
Two-Face had said she was less than dynamic sexually, but Riddler
had plans for her.  He had a feeling about this one, and couldn't
wait to find out if he was right.
     One of the side effects of the beam that he had not revealed
to Two-Face, was a combination of the mind reading and mind
control power of the beam.  By combining them, he  found that the
beam would find a subject's deepest, darkest sexual fantasy and
make them act on this desire.  Somehow, Riddler thought that
beneath that innocent look Sugar had, lay a passionate inferno.
     "Sit down my dear."  Riddler said, preparing the beam for
his experiment. with the cute, virginal blonde.

*****************************************************************
*************

     
     Back in the warehouse, Two-Face had finished his meal and
was standing next to the seated Spice.  "Time for dessert my
dear."  He said smiling.  Without another word, Spice unzipped
his trousers and fished his growing cock out with her fingers. 
"Make it good darling.  You're going to have to do if for us both
this evening."
     The brunette nodded and bent her head down to Two-Face's
cock.  As she wrapped her soft lips around the head, both sides
of the villain's face smiled broadly.  Spice's willing mouth
opened wide to accommodate the growing prick that worked its way
to the back of her throat.
     She noticed that Two-Face's prick was growing bigger and
harder than ever before.  In the past, the dueling personalities
had split his attention so that Miss Goody-Goody Sugar took half
of his energy and lust away from her.  Now that she was out of
the picture, Spice could see that all of the attention and lust
would be directed at her.  The idea excited her, causing her
pussy to gush more than usual as she bathed his beautiful cock in
her saliva, gulping it deep in her pulsing mouth.
     Harvey was amazed at how quickly all thoughts  of his
precious Sugar faded away.  Perhaps his more twisted side was
right, bad girls could be so much more fun.  At that point his
twisted half took over completely.  "Hang on Harvey."  He
muttered.  "This is going to be a bumpy ride."
     Knowing that there would be no interruptions this time,
Spice went to work on Two-Face like never before.  When the fat
head bumped against her throat, she simply shoved her mouth down
harder, forcing the throbbing member into her throat..  Two-Face
held her face in his hands, gave her cheek a gentle caress, then
plunged the final few inches of his cock deep into her throat. 
This was the man Spice lusted for , a brute with a ten inch dick
and no qualms about using it on her sexy young body.  Spice began
to shudder in orgasm as he squeezed her head tightly.
     "AHHHH"  Two-Face moaned.  "My little slut is cumming
already.  I suppose you deserve it.  We have been dividing our
attention for far too long.  Not to worry, I think we can
convince old goody two shoes here that sometimes bad is better." 
He laughed wildly as he pulled her to her feel.  "Have a seat my
dear.  I believe it's time for my dessert."  He set her onto the
edge of the table.  with strong hands, he tore open her top,
exposing her small but firm breasts.  The cocoa colored nipples
stuck straight out, erect in her aroused state.
     Two-Face kissed Sugar hard, probing her mouth with his
tongue before running his mouth down over her neck and attacking
her breasts.  While his mouth worked over one of her nipples, he
pinched the other between his fingers roughly, making Spice moan
loudly.  He moved down, thrusting her legs up off the table,
slamming her flat on her back.  Two-Face ripped her wet G string
from her body and tossed it aside.  He took a moment to enjoy the
sight of her neatly trimmed pussy.  Then he dove in like a man
possessed.  Two-Face loved the taste of her hot pussy almost as
much as he loved fucking it.  He used his fingers to spread her
lips wide open so that his tongue could explore deep within her
wet folds, gobbling her up like a warm slice of cherry pie.
     Spice was loving Two-Face's tongue action.  He was
penetrating her pussy deeply using his tongue like a cock on her,
all the while, roughly groping her firm thighs.  Once she had
been thoroughly licked, Two-Face inserted two fingers into her
dripping cunt.  Spice moaned loudly, loving his brutal technique.
Two-Face lifted her up onto the table, positioning himself
between her spread thighs.  His swollen head brushed against
Spice's dripping pussy lips, causing the brunette vixen to
shudder with desire.  "Oh God."  She moaned.  "Fuck me baby. 
Please ram that prick deep inside of me.  Fill me full of cock."
     Such words were music to the evil side's ears.  Harvey was
surprised to find that they fueled his burning lust as well. 
Taking Spice's thighs in his hands, Two-Face raised them off the
table and spread them even wider.  He thrust forward, plunging
his thick shaft into her red hot slit.  Spice groaned lustily,
loving the way he was fucking her.  No more Mister nice guy to
hold him back.  His ten inch cock pounded in and out of her, his
heavy balls slapping against her ass.
     Spice wrapped her long slender legs tightly around his back
and pulled him in harder and deeper.  His hands clawed roughly at
her small firm breasts as they jiggled about wildly.  Spice dug
her own nails into Two-Face's chest, scratching him like a caged
animal.   Without warning, Two-Face pulled from her pussy,
causing her to moan at the loss.  He pulled her off the table,
spun her around and bent her over at the waist.  Spice's
luscious, round ass stuck high in the air roundly as Two-face
grabbed her hips and thrust his prick back inside of  her. 
Reaching around with one hand, Two-Face grabbed her tit,
squeezing the firm handful of flesh.  His other hand was slapping
her ass red and raw.  Loving every wonderful second of it, Spice
was busy rubbing her clit to mach his rapid strokes.  With her
other hand, Spice reached down and added two fingers to her
pussy, filling her even more and stimulating his shaft at the
same time.  She knew this would drive him right over the edge
along with her.
     Two-Face grunted wildly as he fucked his  favorite vixen. 
Her fingers rubbing against his cock drove him mad.  Past the
point of no return, Two-Face simply drove into Spice as hard as
he could.  Knocking her into the table, his wild pounding sent
them both over at the same time.
     "Oh Yes!"  Screamed Spice.  "I'm cumming."
     "Shut up slut."  Growled Two-Face, slamming her down harder
as he climaxed, pumping his load deep into her womb, flooding her
innards with spunk.  Spice never stopped playing with her pussy
as he pumped her full.  Her strong cunt muscles milking her man's
cock, draining every drop of cum from him.  Two-Face collapsed
motionless on top of Spice, panting heavily in his post orgasmic
state.  Never one to stay down for long, Two-Face rose up, pulled
his shrinking cock from Spice and said coldly.  "Clean it up you
slut."  Obediently, Spice spun around and knelt before him,
licking their collective juices from his long cock, savoring the
taste.  Two-Face laughed madly.  "Batman."  He said, picking up
Riddler's mind control device.  "There is no place you can hide
from me now.

                               II

     Back in his apartment, Riddler lay on his bed.  He had
zapped Sugar with the beam an hour ago and was just waiting for
her to get cleaned up and ready.. To heighten his anticipation,
Riddler had zapped Sugar, then hurried out of the room, leaving
her alone with a dozen or so sexy outfits to choose from.  His
mind raced wondering just which persona would best represent 
Sugar's deepest fantasies.
     His thoughts were interrupted by the turning of the door
knob.  Riddler smiled and locked his eyes on the doorway as Sugar
came into view.  She looked much different than before.  Gone was
her long white gown and pinned up hair.  Now her long, blonde
hair fell freely about her shoulders and her face was heavily
made up.  The outfit she wore was straight off the Modern Hooker
rack.  A thin, white mini dress that hugged her every curve and
showed the outline of her pert, hard nipples. She teetered on
five inch stiletto pumps, her hips swaying, her firm breasts
bouncing invitingly.
     "Ahh my dear."  Said Riddler, grinning broadly.  "I see you
have found some clothes that better suit you, and you new image."
     "Image?"  She questioned.  "Yeah, whatever."  Clearly, the
beam had found some deep desire in Sugar to be someone else.
     She stood at the foot of the bed, swaying her hips slowly. 
"So,"  she spat.  "where's the money?"
     Riddler looked a bit puzzled.  "Money?"  He asked.
     "Honey, and engine like this don't run without gas."  She
replied.
     Riddler chuckled aloud as he began to understand.  His beam
had found in Harvey Dent's virginal girlfriend Sugar a desire to
be a whore, right down to her pay to play attitude.  He made a
mental note to cure her of that annoying little habit as he
pulled a small wad of bills from his nightstand and set it in
front of her.  "And there is a lot more where that came from my
dear. If your performance is as hot as you look."  He said.
     "Even better."  She purred, taking the cash from Riddler and
tossing it onto the night table.  "Now, why don't you just sit
back and enjoy the show lover."  She slowly slipped the straps of
her dress off her shoulders, letting her pert breasts support the
garment wholly for a moment before shrugging it off and allowing
it to fall to her waist.
     Riddler now got an unobstructed view of her perfect, firm
tits.  They were a handful, no more, no less, with dark pink
nipples jutting out towards him, begging to be sucked.  The firm
orbs sat so high and proud upon her chest, he thought momentarily
of the thousands of women in Gotham who had paid money to have
breasts half as perfect as hers.  With a sleek wiggle of her
hips, Sugar pushed the dress down, letting it fall to the floor,
leaving her clad in only her heels and a thin white G strong,
just barely covering her pussy.  She stepped away from her dress,
walking slowly to the bed and stood next to Riddler.
     He reached out and caressed her smooth, pale thighs. 
Sugar's flesh was firm and warm, almost too perfect.  While he
enjoyed the feel of her skin, Sugar busied herself with removing
his shoes.  Riddler laid back on the bed, watching her body move
as she bent over him, unzipping his body suit and slipping it
down his body.  A startled sigh came from her lips as the suit
slid past his hips.  Such a tight suit did not allow him to wear
anything underneath and as the suit slid down, she saw his
growing prick come into view.  Even half erect, Sugar couldn't
believe the size of it.  It was a good nine inches and still
growing.  Like the man, the stiffening rod was slender and long
even as Sugar returned to her task of stripping her man.
     By the time she had Riddler naked, Sugar could not help but
notice his now fully hard, throbbing cock.  It was easily the
biggest one she had ever seen.  Of course, before Harvey, Sugar
had only seen one other, but she always imagined a ten inch hard
cock like Harvey's was about as big as they got.  
     Riddler chuckled at the look of awe on Sugar's beautiful
face.  He had only been with two women in his whole life, but
both of then had shared the blonde's shock when they first laid
eyes on his over developed member.  "It's fourteen inches long." 
He said proudly.  "Feel free to measure it if you like."  Edward
had always had an unusually  long cock, but since his
transformation, it had grown three more inches and had kept first
a ruler, and now a tape measure beside his bed at all times to
keep track of any further growth.
     "I don't think that will be necessary."  Sugar purred as she
grasped the long member in her soft, warm fingers.
     "Are you sure you can take it my dear?"  Riddler asked,
knowing full well that the virginal Sugar would have run away in
terror at the thought of being split in two by his monstrous log.
However, so deep was she into her fantasy world, that she truly
believed she could handle an elephant's cock and begged for more.
     "I think I can manage."  She whispered as her lips met his
in a gentle kiss.  She traced his lips with the tip of her
tongue, slowly trailing it over his chin, down his neck and to
his nipples.  Riddler responded to her techniques by moaning
deeply.  Sugar was by far the most beautiful woman he had ever
been with. As an added bonus, his beam had given his an almost
virginal Princess who would soon fuck him like an expert whore.  

     She sucked his nipples hard as her two hands now began to
stroke his long cock.  Harvey had pampered this young thing, and
her fingers were smooth, soft and delicate.  Using techniques she
had seen Spice use on their master, Sugar stroked up and down on
Riddler's cock while twisting her wrists to give a nice 'wringing
out a wet rag' action.
     As Sugar lowered her head , again trailing her tongue down
his belly and over his hips, Riddler's pelvis was already
writhing uncontrollably.  He had so much built up sexual tension,
that he was certain he would explode at any moment.  He felt her
soft lips, sticky with the over abundance of lipstick, touch his
cock head.  Riddler's hips arched up violently, desperate to feel
her hot mouth wrapped around his throbbing prick.  She backed
away coyly and flashed him a wicked grin.  "you're in such a
hurry lover.  Don't worry, you're paid up for the whole night." 
She cooed.  "I'm not stopping until you say so."
     She still held his prick in her delicate hands, rubbing the
purple head along her lips, smearing it red with lipstick,
letting it mix with his now leaking precum.  Such a sexy sight,
Riddler had only dreamed of.  Sugar snaked the tip of her tongue
out and licked the glistening drop of clear fluid off his piss
slit, causing Riddler to shudder.  With a smile on her face, and
a gleam in her beautiful eyes, Sugar sucked his long cock into
her hot, wet mouth.  
     Since his transformation, Riddler felt he had more cock than
any woman could handle, even one who thought of herself as a
highly skilled whore.  Still, as he felt his cock head hit the
back of Sugar's throat, Riddler couldn't help but be a bit
disappointed.  A full nine inches remained outside of her
heavenly mouth.  That simply would not do.  He bucked his hips
up, almost involuntarily.  Sugar choked a bit on the intruding
member.  She pulled back, contemplating what to do next.  Many
times, she had seen Spice wolf down Harvey's cock and was
determined to out whore that slut.
     With renewed vigor, Sugar slid his cock back to her throat,
then, taking a deep breath, relaxed the back of her throat and
pressed down harder on his cock, forcing it past her tight
muscles.  Riddler smiled broadly.  His beam was the perfect toy
to turn all of Gotham's finest citizens into stark raving sex
fiends.
     Sugar eased his cock onto her throat slowly, feeling the
tight muscles stretch and convulse as more and more of his lovely
meat found its way into her.  She was holding his balls in one
hand and had a good ten inches down her throat now.  "That is as
long as Harvey's."  She thought to herself proudly, but she knew
there was still work to be done.  Riddler was getting antsy,
ready to grab her and force the rest down her throat if she did
not hurry up about the whole thing.  Before he could even
complete that thought, Sugar took another deep breath through her
nose and strained a bit as all but the very last inch jammed all
the way down her throat.  By  the time she finished, Sugar's lips
gripped so tightly near the base of his cock that it felt as if
she might pinch it off.  Her throat was filled with dick and even
Riddler had to let out a little whistle of admiration at her
impressive effort.
     Before Sugar backed off his cock, she let her throat just
feel the heat of his throbbing member.  She had not completely
swallowed all of the monster prick, but still she had for
exceeded most human females.  That alone was enough to set her
own juices flowing heavily.  Pulling back slowly, Sugar could
feel her throat gripping Riddler's cock like cunt muscles,
bringing a low moan from the prone man.
     Sugar repeated her long strokes on Riddler's cock with
increased speed, each time coming just short of finishing off his
huge monster.  When, at last, he could stand no more of her oral
assault, Riddler pulled her face away from his cock and smiled
into her eyes.  "Now let's see how my little whore fucks." 
     She shuddered in near climax at his words.  The deepest
fantasy from the farthest reaches of her mind was coming true. 
"Whore."  The word made her want to cum.  As she sat trembling,
Riddler moved quickly, placing her on her back in the center of
the bed, a pillow under her ass to raise her pussy up off the
bed.  Now, as he knelt between her spread legs, Sugar's hips
tilted by the pillow, Riddler was able to place his cock right at
the opening of her wet pussy.  Rubbing the head along her slit to
lube it up, he paid special attention to pressing against her
clit, sending the little blonde whore shivering in climax.  He
smiled at her as he inserted the head of his prick into her still
spasming hole.  Sugar was hot and almost unbearably tight. 
Harvey had truly taken it easy on this one.  "No more of that
treatment little one."  Riddler thought aloud, as he slid his
long, slim snake into her body, filling Sugar's gripping pussy.
     Her hard climax almost had Sugar out of control with lust,
but such a deep invasion of her womb quickly brought her back to
reality.  Riddler's cock felt giant inside of her, but at just
over ten inches, it hit bottom, banging against her cervix. 
Riddler pulled out slowly, savoring the tight, clinging walls of
her cunt.  Sugar tired to spread her legs wider, disappointed
that she could not handle his entire length.  Not at all
deterred, Riddler drove deep within Sugar, harder this time,
bringing a cry form the blonde as he banged against her womb.
     If her pussy wasn't deep enough, Riddler didn't show any
signs of letting it bother him.  He had shifted his weight
forward and was pumping in and out of Sugar faster and faster. 
Although not all of his cock got buried in her, the part that did
was absolutely on fire.  Her cunt gripped him so tightly, she was
the perfect combination of a virginal young thing and an
practiced whore.
     Sugar could sense the urgency in Riddler's increased
strokes.  She pulled her thighs back and hooked her heels over
his slim shoulders.  Now all his weight slammed down onto her
prone body.  He had forgotten to ease up as his rod pieced her
cervix, s ending shards of pain through her  cunt.  To offset her
discomfort, Sugar reached down and rubbed her clit madly. 
Intense pleasure soon overmatched the pain and the two were
moaning together.
     "Such a tight little whore."  Riddler grunted through
clenched teeth.  "Take my cock like the slut you are."
     "Oh yeah baby.  Fuck me deeper.  Come on, do it harder." 
She replied.  Sugar was lost in a series of mind rocking orgasms
as Riddler finally withdrew his long prick, his own orgasm
finally hitting.  He shot streams of thick white cream across
Sugar's pale skin, streaking her stomach and chest with his
juices.  As he kept spraying, Sugar used her free hand to
continue to stroke his cock, coaxing every last drop of cum from
him.  The transformation had altered his sperm production as
well, as cock size and as the last few drops were milked from the
pulsing head of Riddler's cock, Sugar was covered with close to a
cup of hot semen.  
     Exhausted, Riddler leaned back onto his knees panting. 
Sugar lay on the bed, running her hands over her body, smearing
Riddler's hot cum all over stomach and rubbing it into her small
tits, and  absent mindedly licked her cum coated fingers.  She
looked, and indeed felt like, the whore she had always fantasized
being.

PART 6

	The wave of petty crime that had swept over Gotham City had
Batman desperate to find out what Two-Face was up to.  The sort of
cash only robberies that had kept the caped crimefighter and his new
partner busy were not standard for an arch villain like Two-Face.
That alone might not have triggered Batman's sense of urgency, but the
rapid rise of Edward Nigma's Nig Inc. set of bells of alarm like
Batman had not felt since Selena Kile has slipped away.  Something
about the little box he was pushing to the people didn't sit right
with the Dark Knight, but he had been so busy with the petty crimes,
Batman had not had time to see if his hunches were correct about
Edward and his discarded mind control device.
	With Robin more or less up to speed on the basic operation of
most of the Bat-devices, the caped crusader was actually planning a
midnight visit to Nig Inc.'s development center.  Somehow, he knew
that they were building more than an affordable, mini satellite system
for home entertainment.  Bruce sat behind his PC going over the
building lay out for Nig Inc.  He had sent Dick to bed, not wanting
his young partner along for this mission.  He shook his head in
disbelief at the intricacies of the Nig security system.  It had gone
up so fast.  "Where did Edward get all that money?"  Bruce pondered,
suspecting he knew the answer quite well.  Before he could finish his
thought, the bright beam of the Batsignal caught Bruce's eye.  In a
flash, he had forgotten all about Edward Nigma and was off to the
Batcave.
	The message left with Chief O'Harrah has said for Batman to
rush to the offices of Dr. Chase Meridian.  The doctor had apparently
uncovered some information in the case.  As he rushed to the doctor's
office, Batman could not help but recall the amazing nights they had
spent in each other's arms.  Chase was everything Bruce wanted in a
woman, and were he not so busy trying to figure out where Two-Face was
holed up, he knew that their relationship would have moved to the next
level.
	Standing silent on the ledge outside her window, Batman
watched the doctor going over files by the dim light of her desk lamp.
She was strikingly beautiful and the Dark Knight had to pause for a
moment to avoid becoming painfully erect in his constraining costume.
He made his entrance without a sound, getting halfway across the large
office before Chase looked up at him and yet, she was not startled by
his appearance.  "I'm so glad you could make it."  She said dryly,
standing and walking around to the front of her desk.  "Thank you for
coming.  Would you like a drink?"  Her voice was cool, Bruce
recognized it as the same tone Chase used in the bedroom and it threw
him a bit to hear her use it on Batman.
	"No, thank you Dr. Meridian."  He replied.  "Your message said
you had some information on Two-Face."
	Chase leaned back and sat on the edge of her desk, crossing
her legs at the ankles, letting the slit in her skirt ride up her
thighs seductively.  "You are quite focused aren't you Batman?  That
must not leave you much time for a relationship."
	"Dr. Meridian.  If you have any information, I would
appreciate you sharing it with me.  I really don't have time for
games."
	"Games?"  Replied Chase, leaning back on her desk and staring
at the Dark Knight.  "Who said anything about games.  I just thought
you might like to relax a little bit, unwind, let yourself go Batman."
	"Honestly, Dr. Meridian, I have no interest in wasting time.
The next time you fee the urge, I suggest you call one of the local
outcall services."  Batman was fighting back his anger.  Not only was
Chase taunting him sexually, but she was cheating on Bruce to fuck the
Dark Knight.  He turned to leave.  "If you come up with anything,
leave it with the Commissioner, I will pick it up from him if it is of
any use."
	"Leaving so soon Batman."  Chase mocked.  "Hurry back to your
young partner.  I'm sure he misses you.  Maybe that is why you haven't
had a woman in so long.  Maybe he has changed your mind."
	Batman stopped and turned back to say something to Chase, but
saw that she was holding a folder in her hand.  "Here is the file I
put together, it should give you some starting points in finding where
Two-Face is.  The only question now is whether or not you are man
enough to come take it from me."
	Tired of her taunting, Batman walked quickly to Chase's desk.
She playfully held the folder behind her, forcing the Dark Knight to
reach across her body to get it.  When he leaned his frame over hers,
Chase used her free hand to reach between Batman's legs and squeeze
his cock through his costume.  That stopped him in his tracks.
	"Don't tell me you don't want this Batman."  She whispered.
"I have studied you for years.  I know everything.  The rage, the
frustration, the sexual inferno." Her voice dropped, almost inaudible.
"I know about the whores Batman.  The throw away women who can take on
all your aggression."  Their eyes met and both of them were aware of
his cock growing beneath her touch.  "I won't break."  She whispered.
	Batman stepped back as if shocked.  "You are dangerously close
to opening doors you don't want to open Dr. Meridian.  Believe me, you
don't want to see."
	"Bullshit!"  She hissed, sitting straight up, challenging him.
"I have needs just as you do.  Needs no man can touch.  Let it out
Batman, unleash your demons on me and we might both be saved."
	He was nearly blinded by the rage and pain he felt.  Chase was
betraying him and didn't even know it.  As the anger swelled in him,
so did his desire.  Batman had long battled his inner demons and
needed an outlet for his emotions.  When smashing an evil doer in the
head did not satiate his needs, he would often find a hardened street
whore who could take anything he could dish out.  Before him was not
one of these women, however, it was Chase, a delicate, beautiful
thing, and the woman he loved.  Yet, here she was asking Batman to let
loose on her, and in so doing she was betraying Bruce Wayne.  The
confusion paralyzed the Dark Knight.
	"I knew it."  Spat Chase.  "Underneath it all, you're nothing
to be afraid of. Powerless, made impotent by your own fear."
	"Shut up whore!"  Screamed Batman, the fuses in his mind had
all blown.  There was no turning back and he knew it.  Rather than be
worried what he might do to the beautiful doctor, the Dark Knight
decided he would give her everything she was begging for.
	With blinding speed, Batman grabbed Chase in his strong hands
and tossed her to the floor.  She was startled, but more excited than
ever to see the man of her fantasies come to life with passionate
fire.  For years Chase had tried to satisfy her own desires by hiding
them, but she always knew what she needed most was to be taken
completely.  In the Dark Knight, the esteemed doctor believed she had
at last found someone with the inner rage to rip her demons from her
forever.  As Chase felt his gloved fingers entwine in her long,
strawberry blonde hair, she knew, if Batman did not fuck the rape
fantasies from her, then she was forever doomed to be haunted by them.
	Batman dragged Chase over near her desk where he sat, just as
she had earlier, on the edge, staring down at her.  "You are going to
be very sorry you ever crossed me Chase."  He said, removing the
protective covering in his costume, exposing his pelvis,  Under the
costume, Batman wore a full body suit that reminded Chase of the wet
suits worn by surfers she watched as a girl back home in Australia.
It was as tight as a second skin, and even as she stared, Chase could
see the outline of his cock growing beneath the material.  Although
the Batsuit had been designed to let Batman get to his cock when he
needed to, even the simple flap would have taken too long in his
overheated state.  Using the hidden Batblade, the Dark Knight slashed
through the material with incredible dexterity, leaving him with a
hole in his costume just large enough for his cock to spring free, the
heavy head bobbing in front of Chase as it continued to grow.  
	As she stared at it admiringly, Chase instinctively licked her
lips.  Such a tasty piece of meat.  Even as her head moved towards the
head of his cock, Chase felt strong hands pull her forward.  "You want
it, you got it. Now suck my cock you stupid slut."  Chase felt her
lips stretch as his dick invaded her mouth.  It was the first time
anyone had not waited for her to make the first move in this area.
All the nice men she had fucked in her life had all let her take
charge, she was entering new territory and already, the doctor could
feel her nipples harden like rocks under her blouse.  
	Batman gripped the side of the desk as he enjoyed the warm wet
feel of Chase's mouth.  As Bruce Wayne he had felt her wonderful
blowjobs, but now he was taking charge.  Her mouth was going to please
him exactly as he desired no matter what she wanted.  She had asked
for as much and as Batman's dark urges bubbled to the surface, he knew
he was going to give Chase more than she could ever have imagined.
Her mouth gripped his shaft tightly as he bucked his hips forward,
thrusting more of his still growing shaft past her inviting lips.
Batman had never wanted a woman this badly before, and the fact that
she was, in fact, or at least in principle, cheating on Bruce only
made his desire to pound her into submission with his cock stronger.  
	Chase could feel his cock turning to steel in her mouth and as
it kept growing, her desire to have it in her increased.  Already it
was as big as Bruce's and was still growing.  She could not believe
her good fortune, fearing that after all this time, Batman's
aggression might be little more than overcompensation for a little
pecker.  Quite the opposite, the thick, smooth head quickly found the
back of her mouth and pushed its way towards her throat.  Swallowing
cock had been a art Chase mastered long ago, but Batman was leaving
her no time to prepare her throat for his invading rod.  Instead, his
thrusts forced the back of her throat open and Batman could feel every
inch of his now nearly hard prick slide past the tight ring of
resistance.  
	As things got tougher, the Dark Knight had returned one hand
to the back of Chase's head to make sure she took it all.  He had no
way of knowing that no amount of pulling could have kept the horny
doctor from taking every inch of that magnificent fuckstick into her
throat.  She knew that when this was over, she would be battered, but
not broken, and there was nothing she wanted more than for Batman to
know he had found a woman who needed the kind of cruel sexual assault
that he had locked inside him.  
	Chase had told him she wouldn't break, and Batman almost
believed her as he felt his dick sliding well into her throat.  He
knew that as Batman his cock often swelled two inches bigger than as
Bruce Wayne, and yet Chase, in all their lovemaking had never taken
the full length of his cock in her throat.  She struggled to work him
deeper until her soft, wet lips gripped tightly around the base of his
shaft.  Her mouth and throat were wonderfully filled and Chase felt
her pussy lubricating itself in anticipation of being equally filled
if the Dark Knight would so bless her.  
	Looking down into her soft green eyes, Batman for a moment
felt his heart go weak.  This was the woman he loved, the woman he
adored as Bruce Wayne, and yet she thought so little of him, that she
was willing to be used by Batman in a way only the most jaded street
walkers had been willing or able to handle.  His feelings for her were
strong, but they were not as strong as the desires boiling within his
body.  Desires to show her just why she was not prepared to deal with
all he had to offer.  As Chase backed of his cock, Batman reached as
if to force her face back, but before he could, she started working
her mouth on him in a way that simply froze him in his tracks.  The
lovely doctor was taking most of him in and then letting his spit
slicked dick slip out of her mouth until the head rested just on the
tip of her tongue.  It was an incredible sensation to feel his cock
slip through her tight throat muscles time and time again and to look
down at Chase and watch as she teased the tip with her tongue. For
most men, this sort of action would have been a dream come true, but
the more she did it, the more Batman could see her enjoyment.  This
drove daggers through his heart, and once again the rage in him flared
up.
	With a rapid thrust of his hips, Batman reminded Chase who was
really in charge, stuffing his cock back in her throat and holding her
still.  With an evil grin, the Dark Knight reached one of his gloved
hands down and groped for Chase's thigh.  She shuddered, thinking he
was going to give her pussy the relief she craved.  Chase was shocked
however, as she felt Batman begin to lift her body.  With one hand
still holding her head against his crotch, the doctor felt her body
rise off the ground.  Batman was rotating Chase up off the ground,
lifting her counterclockwise.  She began to struggle as she felt her
weight leave the ground, but he was too strong.  His hand held her in
place and she felt this throbbing cock twist in her throat.  Batman
did not stop lifting Chase until he had brought her around 180 degrees
and her legs flailed wildly.  Now, he was able to grab her firmly
around the waist and hold her tightly.  Her tight skirt fell with
gravity and bunched around her hips, leaving her pussy exposed.  "No
panties?"  He questioned aloud.  "Expecting someone special."  He
mocked.  The temptation to pull her close and taste her sweet juices
was overwhelming, however, Batman resisted, turning instead to face
the doctor's desk.  He slowly let her body drop, cradling her in his
strong arms, until her back rested on her desk and her head hung over
the edge.  His cock still throbbed in her throat, and now his balls
hung down in front of her eyes.  
	Now her body was spread out before him, open to any
exploration he desired.  He yearned to take of his gloves so that he
could feel her skin beneath his fingers, but even is his enraged and
aroused  state, survival was too great an instinct for the caped
crusader.  Instead, he tore open her blouse, sending buttons flying
all over the office and exposing her near perfect breasts.  The pert,
erect nipples did not escape his gaze, and his fingers worked small
circles around the hard nubs, bringing a deep moan from Chase.  Her
throat was still packed tight with his meat and her moaning creating a
wild vibration that brought shivers to his spine.  As much as he loved
the feeling of her moaning, Batman made it clear that her pleasure was
the last thing on his mind by clamping down on her nipples and
twisting them in his strong grip.  This time she moaned in pain and
thrust her body up off the desk trying to escape his grip as Batman
twisted her nipples mercilessly.  She beat her fists against the back
of his legs and his ass, trying to get him to let go, but the Dark
Knight had found a way to enjoy her vocal vibrations while not letting
her forget who was boss.  
	At last, he let go of her nipples and Chase collapsed on the
desk.  Her body had begun to sweat from her thrashings and the dim
light gleamed off her pale, damp skin.  With the same ferocity, he
tore away her skirt, leaving Chase in just her heels, which scraped
desperately against the desk.  Her neatly trimmed pussy was so
inviting, Batman had to fight to gain enough control not to just jump
on top of the prone doctor and take her right then and there.
Instead, he straightened up and reached behind him, groping for the
hands the still beat weakly against his back.  With ease, he brought
her hands around in front of him and held them tightly.  "Your pussy
is wet Dr. Meridian."  He said calmly.  "Perhaps you like the way I am
treating you.  Perhaps you are as big a slut as you are a tease."  
	Unable to respond verbally, Chase simply moaned against
Batman's cock.  He wasn't waiting for a response anyway.  "Your pussy
is wet Chase. I'll bet you want someone to lick your clit don't you."
Again, she was unable to respond, but wanted desperately to cry out.
"I'm going to let you hands go, but if you don't do exactly what I
tell you to, you will be very sorry. Do you understand?"  She nodded
slightly, moving her head as much as she could.  "Good" Replied the
Dark Knight. "Now, hold still and spread your legs wide."  Chase did
as she was told, opening her thighs and letting Batman see that indeed
her pussy was well lubricated and more than ready to take anything he
had to dish out.  Her clit was swollen and poked out from between her
lips, begging to be sucked.  "Hold open your pussy Chase."  He
ordered.  Even though she could feel her cheeks blush with shame as
she did so, Chase reached for her aching pussy, almost beyond caring
that Batman was making her play with herself while he raped her.
Never mind that she fingered herself to orgasm many times dreaming of
the mysterious crime fighter.  Now, he was demanding that the well
respected doctor finger herself for his amusement, and it embarrassed
her.  Still, the yearning from her pussy was crying out for relief and
at least she could cum.
	As Batman watched Chase hold her pussy open, his hips
involuntarily thrust forward, driving his cock even deeper into her
throat.  He could feel her teeth against his balls.  "Rub your cunt
Chase. Show me what a slut your are. How close you are to cumming from
having my cock shoved down your throat."  She was more than happy to
reach down and touch her burning pussy and not at all surprised to see
how wet she had become from his assault.  After all, this was the dark
figure Chase had long ago placed at the center of her dark sexual
desires.  He was brutal, uncaring and knew that he controlled her.
The confident doctor, so used to being in control, could do nothing to
stop this huge cocked beast from using her in any way he chose.  That
thought alone nearly made Chase climax the second her fingers grazed
over her wet lips.  
	Batman knew that it would not take much stimulation to push
Chase over the edge.  Her skin had begun to pinken from her thighs up
to her breasts.  He knew that meant she was close and if he wanted to
catch her before she came, he had to be careful.  Almost immediately ,
her delicate fingers slipped into her spread pussy and Chase moaned
softly against his member.  Her mind was racing, she had never felt
such a savage need to orgasm in her life and her fingers worked
frantically to that end.  Watching her fingers slide in and out of her
now dripping hole, Batman marveled at how wet Chase got.  Her fingers
worked harder than ever as her thumb began to caress her clit.  Her
slim hips bucked upward in time as the inevitable climax approached.
"Stop."  He commanded, but as expected, his words fell on deaf ears,
Chase kept right on fucking herself, desperate to bring herself some
relief.  
	Timing his assault perfectly, Batman grabbed Chase's nipples
and yanked them upward with great force.  This brought her chest up
off the desk and stopped her fingers as she clenched the air to stop
the incredible pain.  She shrieked around his cock as her head lifted
up, burring her nose in his ass.  He released her nipples, and Chase
fell limp on the desk, out of breath and panting through her nose as
his cock still blocked her mouth.  He smiled as even before Chase had
caught her breath, her fingers were heading back to her pussy.  She
was literally beyond rational thought.  Still, a quick squeeze of her
tender nipples and a slap to her hands stopped the doctor and left her
more docile.  "When I tell you to stop slut, you better fucking stop.
Don't ever forget that I am in charge Chase."  He said menacingly.  
	To help prove his point, Batman reached down, thick fingers
encircling his hard cock.  Her nose was pressed against the base of
his shaft and she was helpless to stop him from squeezing gently,
blocking off her only oxygen intake.  As Chase realized what was
happening, she flailed her arms back against his body.  In
desperation, she bit down on his cock, trying to make him release her.
Although this move caught the caped crusader by surprise, he was quick
to retaliate, grabbing her abused nipples and twisting harder than
ever.  "Keep biting whore and I will rip them right off."  His voice
was unlike any she had ever heard.  Something told her that good or
not, at that moment, Batman would make good on his threat if she did
not do just as she was told.  
	Batman let go of her nose long enough for the doctor to catch
her breath.  "Now whore, you see what I can do.  I can strangle you if
I want, but what I want right now is to see just how big a fucking
slut you are."  His fingers closed again around her nose and Chase
started beating on his stomach again.  "You can hit me all you want
Chase, but I am going to cut off your air completely in about two
seconds, and I will not let go until you make yourself cum.  So, I
would suggest you get to work whore."  Just moments before, Chase had
been dying to cum, but now as she felt her nose close and her mind
panic, she was unsure she would be able to climax.  Oddly, as visions
of her own death raced through her mind, she felt her clit twitch.
The idea of smothering on this thick cock had her closer than ever to
cumming.  Her hands acted involuntarily, spurred on by the burning
fire between her legs and her own basic survival instinct.  If she was
going to live, she had to cum, and do it quickly.
	As Chase's fingers returned to her aching pussy, Batman
watched with an evil smile.  He wanted so badly to rear back and fuck
her throat, but knew that to do that, he would let her breathe, and
she had this test to pass.  If, on the brink of death, Chase could
bring herself to climax, then he would let her live for the next
phase.  If not, then she would die just the way the dirty slut wanted
to, stuffed full of cock.  As he watched her fingers jabbing noisily
in and out of her wet hole, Batman absent mindedly rolled her nipples
in his fingers.  He was unaware that he was causing her tremendous
pain, but was beyond caring.  Chase's whole body was working in a
desperate rhythm, bucking upwards, as if trying to impale herself on
her fist.  The pain coming from her throat and breasts were nearly
drown out by the intense pleasure she felt finger fucking her pussy
and rubbing her swollen clit.  However, as climax neared, her body
yearned for more air that absolutely would not come.  The unbearable
build up between her legs was seemingly beyond relief as she felt her
head begin to spin for lack of oxygen.  Still her fingers worked
faster and faster.  As her life hung in the balance, Chase could think
of only one thing, her need to orgasm.  It was the one thing that
seemed just out of her grasp.  As the doctor resolved herself to her
fate, never letting up on her furious finger fucking, help came from
an unexpected source.  Batman, watching her body twitch and feeling
her gasp for air around his cock, was mumbling to himself.  "Fucking
whore, not quite so self assured now are Doctor Meridian."  He was
mocking her as he let her die, using her without a care in the world.
A familiar twitching deep within her body gave Chase last second hope.
Batman continued to talk, now directly to her.  "Go ahead Chase, cum
or die, I don't care which one.  If you die, I'll just fuck your
throat and leave you with a nice facial.  Maybe then I'll deliver you
to the doorstep of Wayne Manor and show your boyfriend what a complete
slut you really are."  That was it, the mention of Bruce pushed Chase
over the edge.  She needed to be treated like this, not the way Bruce
and so many men in her life had.  They adored and worshipped her, when
deep down, the sort of thing Batman was doing to her was all Chase
really wanted.  Her whole body went stiff even as she began to lose
consciousness.  She felt her clit explode and her pussy spasm, the
intense waves expelling her hand from her opening and wracking her
body with one all encompassing climax.  Batman was not entirely sure
as she shook beneath him, if Chase had cum or died, and at that point
he didn't really care.
	As Chase lay motionless beneath him, Batman stared down at her
limp, naked body.  His cock throbbed in her right throat and his whole
body ached to relieve the tremendous build up in his balls. He stepped
slowly away from her body, loving the feel of his thick meat sliding
out of her mouth.  Chase's head hung off the edge of her desk as the
Dark Knight backed away, her long, beautiful hair, limp and dripping
with sweat and drool from her ordeal.  She was still alive, but just
barely.  Batman breathed a sigh of relief, not for her, but for
himself.  It would have been a terrible waste of his hardon to have to
finish off with a dead slut.
	Quickly, Batman scooped the doctor off her desk and turned her
over so that her chest lay flat across it.  Using restraints from his
Utility Belt, Batman secured her ankles to the legs of the desk.  Then
he stretched her arms over her head and secured them to the opposite
legs so that she was bent over her desk and held down tightly.  Her
feet her nearly raised off of the ground so that her pussy and ass
stuck up invitingly.  Batman smiled as he admired his work and the
doctor's perfect skin and well rounded buttocks.  It was easy to see
why Chase was so used to getting her way with men.  She truly was
nearly perfect.  
	Wanting her to be awake for the next phase, Batman strolled
around in front of her and tossed a glass of water in her face.  "Wake
up Dr. Meridian, it's time to learn another lesson."  He mocked,
standing over her and watching the shock in her eyes as she struggled
to regain consciousness.  She shook her head and spat the water from
her lips, gasping for air.  Even before she could speak, Batman had
shoved something in her mouth.  "I found these panties in your desk
drawer doctor."  He growled.  "I guess you were looking for some
action this evening."  With her panties gagging her mouth, Batman
secured the silk garment with her bra, which she had also placed in
her desk drawer in anticipation of his arrival.  As Batman circled
around behind her, he used the bra to hold her gag in place and yanked
back on it, using her undergarment as a reign to control Chase's
already restricted movements.  
	"Now."  He growled, lifting her chest off the desk.  "I am
going to finish what I started."  He let the tension on her reign go,
causing Chase to slam her chest back down, knocking the wind from her.
The Dark Knight let loose an evil chuckle as Dr. Meridian sucked
desperately for oxygen.  In her struggles for air, she was barely
aware of the thick head of Batman's cock as he rubbed it along her
still wet pussy lips.  He waited, head poised just inside her tight
hole until she had almost caught her breath before slamming his hips
forward with all his might, shoving his thick cock past her lips and
deep inside her hot, tight love tunnel.  The sudden invasion caused
Chase to gasp in desperation.  His cock was huge, and in one swift
stroke her body was filled with hard, pulsing cock meat.  As his hips
slammed into her ass, Chase was driven hard down against the desk,
again making it hard for her to breathe.  
	Batman struggled to get every last inch inside of Chase, and
smiled triumphantly as his balls rested against her smooth pussy lips.
She was incredibly tight and his cock felt as it were being gently
squeezed in a hot velvet vice.  Pulling out slowly, he watched as
Chase's body trembled with each exiting inch.  Just before the head of
his cock came out, Batman slammed back inside her, shocking the doctor
once again, this time, bringing a cry through her gag.  As he thrust
his shaft inside her, Batman pulled back on Chase's bra, forcing her
chest up off the desk, even as his weight pressed her hips into the
hard wood.  The discomfort was tremendous, but Chase could feel her
clit smashed against the edge of the desk, sending waves of pleasure
through her tormented body.  She groaned deeply as Batman hit bottom
with his rod, forcing it behind the limits of her channel. He filled
her so completely, Chase could hardly think of anything but his
fantastic cock.  She nearly cried out as he pulled out, leaving her
feeling empty and releasing the pressure on her clit.  Her hips
involuntarily ground down on the edge, trying to stimulate her clit
even as Batman continued to ram his cock in and out of her at an
increasing pace, repeatedly slamming her body against the desk under
the weight of his strokes.  
	Batman was unaware of Chase rubbing her clit on the desk, but
he could not help but notice how wet her pussy was getting.  Although
she was still tight, he now was able to slam into her with relative
ease thanks to her flowing juices.  As he slammed home again and
again, he almost laughed thinking of her sitting behind this desk in
the morning, counseling people on their "abnormal" desires.  Pulling
out one final time, Batman muttered to himself.  "I'll give you
abnormal Chase."
	His words had snapped her out of her trance like state, but
Chase could not make out what Batman had said.  She was too busy
trying to figure it out to notice what he was doing until it was too
late.  The Dark Knight slid his slick head out of Chase's dripping
pussy and guided it up slightly, pressing the fat tip against her
asshole.  Bruce had longed to feel his dick inside Chase's tight ass,
but never dared approach the subject with his lovely companion, but
now, as Batman, and in a blind rage he was going to take her ass with
all he had and make sure she never forgot it.  He let her have enough
slack in her reigns to see Chase whip her head back to him, her eyes
wide open with alarm as his wet cock slipped inside her ass.  Even as
slick as it was, Batman knew it was going to be a nearly impossible
feat to get his thick prick up that tight ass.  He yanked back on the
reign, forcing Chase's head back around and pushed with all his might.
The first three inches of his shaft disappeared inside her ass before
he could move no further.  
	Although Chase had let a handful of lovers take her in the
ass, and often used fingers or toys in her butt while she fantasized
about Batman, she was unprepared for a battering ram of this size
invading her ass.  It was clear that the Dark Knight had no intention
of showing her any mercy.  She had invited this sort of response, and
now it was beyond her control.  His rod pressed further and further
into her ass, stretching it beyond its limits and sending waves of
pain and perverse pleasure through her entire body.  Her ass was being
ripped open and yet, Chase continuously ground her hips on the desk,
desperate to cum and let pleasure overtake the pain.  
	Batman could feel Chase squirming beneath him and mistook her
movements as vain attempts to escape his invading member. At about
five inches, her ass simply stopped allowing him to penetrate any
deeper.  Batman let go of the bra that held Chase's head still and
spread her cheeks wider with his strong hands.  This gave him some
room to operate and another three inches of cock slid into Chase's
backdoor in one stroke.  Still, two inches remained outside her body,
and those were the only two that really mattered.  Batman was
determined that when Chase woke up the next day, it would be with the
knowledge, that she had done what the most accommodating whores in the
city had failed to do, take his full length in her ass.  "Get ready
Chase."  He said stoically. "Here it comes."  With a final thrust, the
Dark Knight completely impaled the beautiful doctor on his cock.  He
cried out in triumph as his crotch touched the smooth skin of her
butt.  Her body squirmed beneath him, effectively stimulating him even
more.  
	Chase only vaguely heard Batman cry out as he buried himself
in her ass.  Her mind was reeling in the middle of a massive climax.
With her clit now pressed firmly against the sharp edge of the desk
and her ass split open and full of cock, her pussy spasmed again and
again, in a series of explosive orgasms unlike anything she had ever
imagined.  All she could do was quake in her bound state, but every
muscle in her body quivered beneath her attacker.  As he began to fuck
in and out of her tortured opening, Chase found each stroke brought a
new and greater climax.  She was beyond all pleasure and pain and the
Dark Knight abused her prone body.  
	Batman had celebrated his triumph for only a few seconds
before the intense need to climax took over and his hips began
bucking, driving himself home again and again.  Chase was quaking
beneath him and her ass gripped at his cock every inch of the way.
The Dark Knight threw his head back, reveling in the feeling of his
inevitable climax.  His own body began to quake as he felt his balls
tighten and prepare to unleash their long overdue load.  Not wanting
to fill her insides, Batman pulled back a bit so that he was fucking
her with just the first few inches of his cock.  He wanted to blow his
load all over her body, marking his territory as he defeated this
woman.  At last, he felt the hot rush of semen shooting up his long
shaft and into the walls of Chase's ass.  As his cock exited her with
an audible pop, a stream of thick cum sprayed into the gaping hole.
Batman grabbed his cock and stroked madly, feeling his shaft surge and
throb with each blast of semen.  The streams sprayed out across
Chase's exposed buttocks and up her back.  It looked as if someone had
turned a hose on inside the Dark Knight's body, letting loose an
unprecedented load of liquid lust with incredible force.  Thick gobs
of goo splashed around the doctor's head and landed in her hair.  The
heavier flow covered her back and ass, running slowly into a long pool
along her spine and dripping over her ass and down her shapely thighs.
She was an incredible sight, bound and covered in sperm.  Batman
smiled down at her, watching a thin stream oozing from her ass.  "This
will make quite a sight for Bruce in the morning."  He chuckled,
already stuffing his half hard cock back into his suit.  Chase could
not respond, her continuous climaxing and the intense pain had been
too much for her and she had passed out.  "Let's see if she even tries
to explain this to Bruce."  He said as he left the office, already
planning an early visit to his girlfriend to "save" her.  Until then,
he thought to himself as he climbed down the building, she could stay
tied up and let his cum dry on her skin.

