My apologies for the long delay, but here is the latest installment of the story. I'm focusing on introducing Jenny Lai and her enterprise as part of the ongoing story, which will hopefully make for some interesting circumstances.
As always, feedback and constructive criticism is appreciated.
I feel like this should move to the new WordPress interface ASAP.
The current setup is breaking the flow: I had to scroll through user replies just to stay in the zone, and it kills immersion. This story deserves a proper ecrin, meaning a jewel box, worthy of its content.
Other than that, it’s a damn blockbuster, it just needs a cleaner, more focused space to shine.
And I especially hope that we get to see more of Jenny and Batbitch's dynamic develop in the next entry.
Thanks for the feedback. I have tried to put the entire story as one single text on the first page. Does that help? I'm not familiar with the WordPress interface, but I'm willing to learn.
Thanks for the feedback. I have tried to put the entire story as one single text on the first page. Does that help? I'm not familiar with the WordPress interface, but I'm willing to learn.
Yes, it does
If you browse the Writer's Workshop, I made quite the extensive post there that covers how to tame that beast.
oh my, that went quickly, from superheroine to indentured servant/slave in a minute, I wonder if batbitch will be excited to see Kara go against her morals or upset that she's horning in on her territory
So if I may humbly post this little reference here, a friend of mine is helping create visuals for this story and has posted two AI photo sets on SHG (I'm including the links here). My goal is to send business his way so I can mooch some free work for this story from him. Anyhow, if you have the inclination, please do check it out--I like the work quite a bit!
Here are some samples of the aforementioned AI work I am having done for this story. If you like these images, consider supporting my friend by clicking on the links to his work. My hope is he will be inspired to continue generating work, if nothing else but to make more AI images for my story
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As Vesper critiqued and criticized Batbitch, Dr. Kinsey praised and prodded Barbara. Batbitch needed to make her presence known to Gotham, and Barbara needed to balance her persona with Batbitch. The people had to see Batgirl’s new persona as a formidable presence, and Barbara had to see Batbitch as an extension of her new bold and brash personality.
Barbara had tried to be patient, but she was only able to wait one week before calling the number Jenny Lai had given her. Barbara’s pretext was to see if Lai Industries needed anything from her. During the conversation, she tried to insinuate a private meeting with Jenny, but Ms. Lai was elusive. What was decided upon was similar to Dr. Kinsey’s recommendation for the next phase of Batbitch’s evolution.
At the behest of Dr. Kinsey, Batbitch went out on nightly vigilante missions. If Batbitch was to supplant Batgirl in popularity and favor, she would have to make her presence felt.
“We need Batbitch to make a noticeable impact on Gotham’s crime rate,” Dr. Kinsey explained to Barbara. “These first few months need to create a significant impression on Gotham citizens. By making a positive difference for the citizens, we will create a Halo Effect for Batbitch. With a positive first impression bias, critics like Vesper Fairchild will be seen as bitter online provocateurs.” Dr. Kinsey drew a connection to a recent jeans commercial that had resulted in both expansive publicity for the company and the the mockery of the commercial’s critics as resentful and jealous trolls.
“That’s going to be tough,” Barbara observed.
“Tougher than you think,” Dr. Kinsey agreed. “You can’t cut back on your work schedule or social life. If you do, there might be a chance someone close to you might make a connection between Barbara Gordon and Batbitch.”
Though Dr. Kinsey had a point, the likelihood seemed remote to Barbara. Dr. Kinsey was well aware of the remote chance someone would connect the demure Barbara Gordon to the brash Batbitch. Her reason was more insidious.
“If I’m not going to cut back on my work-life balance, how am I going to find the time to make a significant impact as Batbitch?” There was a slight tone of irritation in Barbara’s voice.
Dr. Kinsey sighed. Her reaction was not from exhaustion or exasperation, but the effort in what she would have to explain.
“I understand your frustration, and these next few weeks will be a challenge for you. But I would not suggest this course of action if I did not think you had the strength and endurance to take this on.” Dr. Kinsey paused before continuing. “You need to trust me Barbara. Some of what I ask you may seem awkward or improper, but if you want Batbitch to be Gotham’s new hero, we need to do this.”
The words had a comforting and familiar sound to them. Barbara leaned back in her chair and waited for Dr. Kinsey to explain her plan.
“I’m going to talk to one of my colleagues to help you balance your work-life schedule with the Batbitch action plan. For the next week, make yourself extremely visible at work—consider putting in some overtime. No one will remember exactly when Batbitch will begin her intense eradication of crime in Gotham, so establishing your near-constant presence at the Gotham City Library will serve to further separate Barbara Gordon from Batbitch.” Dr. Kinsey stood up to bring the session to a close. “When we meet next week, I will have the solution to the work-life balance issue.”
The solution turned out to be something quite drastic. Dr. Kinsey was even a little nervous and unsure of how Barbara would respond to it. She had decided a special therapy session was needed before she presented the superheroine with the solution.
As Batbitch entered the office, Dr. Kinsey welcomed her warmly. Batbitch could not help but notice Dr. Kinsey was wearing an alluring ensemble: a shiny black leather skirt, a partially unbuttoned light blue blouse, and black vinyl thigh-high boots. But what caught Batbitch’s eye was the addition of stockings and garters. She instinctively licked her lips. Tonight was definitely looking to be a special session.
Dr. Kinsey removed her glasses and gestured for Barbara to sit down. She picked up her smartphone as Barbara seated herself in her usual chair.
“I am pleased to let you know my colleague has come through for us. But before we get into that…” Dr. Kinsey’s voice trailed off as she finished what she was doing on her phone. The door to her private office opened and out stepped two large men wearing masks and little else. Their powerful bodies glistened in the dim light of the office as they entered the office and stood at attention.
Barbara was simultaneously startled, surprised and aroused.
“For today’s session, we will start by testing your resistance to temptation. As Batbitch cannot allow herself to be captured in any compromising position, we need to make sure she is fully capable of resisting her dark desires when she is most vulnerable.”
Dr. Kinsey walked to where the two masked men were standing.
“I need you to walk over here and get on your hands and knees.”
Batbitch was taken aback. That was most definitely not a position for Batbitch!
“As you will be most vulnerable to your dark desires when you are on your hands and knees, we will start your resistance test from that position,” explained Dr. Kinsey.
Eyeing the two men in masks and loincloths standing behind the psychologist, Batbitch slowly walked to the open area of the office Dr. Kinsey had indicated.
“Face the door,” ordered Dr. Kinsey.
Batbitch slowly lowered herself to the floor and turned to face the door. She knew what was to happen next, but could not resist the urge to slowly and seductively assume the position. Dr. Kinsey smiled as she quietly gestured for the men to approach the superheroine.
Batbitch sighed softly as she sensed the men approaching her.
“These men are here to test you. As they explore your body, you are going to resist your base urges. You will remain in this position and refrain from any climax!”
Batbitch licked her lips and stole a look back at one of the men. “Bring it on boys,” she whispered seductively.
A moment later, she felt their hands on her body. Yet their large stature belied their gentle touch. She had expected to be ravished, yet the men were slow, delicate and sensuous with their hands. Their fingers smoothly moved over her curves, focusing on all of her body, not merely exploring her erogenous zones. Soon she found herself entirely relaxed as one of the masked men was massaging her back as the other manipulated her thighs. And though she had wanted to the men to ravish her, she found herself thoroughly satisfied with the soothing massage.
But as Batbitch had anticipated, there was more to come. Her body now entirely relaxed, the men began to focus their attention on her more sensitive areas. At first they caressed the areas. The vibrations of their fingers on her costume’s latex fabric shifted the superheroine from a stage of repose to a state of arousal.
The men did not hurry. Their fingers moved expertly over the fabric stretched tightly over her eager body.
Despite the tamer sexual attention than she was accustomed to, Barbara found herself beginning to approach a climax. Part of her was tempted to let it happen, but the more dominant side of her wanted to abide by Dr. Kinsey’s demand. She grit her teeth and tried to focus on something aside from the attention from the two powerful men on either side of her.
“Proceed to the next stage,” said Dr. Kinsey.
Batbitch was confused. Was that order meant for her? Then she felt her tight black latex shorts pulled down. Phase two was penetration. She felt fingers directly manipulating her clit. Her incipient climax was advancing towards a powerful orgasm. ‘These guys really know how to show a girl a good time!’ Batbitch thought to herself.
Dr. Kinsey recognized Batgirl’s body language and ordered her to regain her composure. “You cannot let them arouse you so easily! Maintain your focus!”
The words partially pierced her sexual reverie. She recalled how she felt when Dr. Kinsey had first violated Batgirl and tried to tap into the feelings of shame and humiliation. Surprisingly, it worked! She felt the rising wave of sexual desire recede, and her body became hers once more. As fingers toyed with her clit and slipped in and out of her, Batbitch looked back at Dr. Kinsey and smiled confidently.
Dr. Kinsey returned the smile. She was pleased with Barbara’s ability to restrain herself, though she had her doubts as to her ability to withstand the next stage of sexual attention.
“Excellent work Batbitch,” the psychologist complimented the superheroine. “But now you’re going to need to really maintain your focus.” She looked at the two men and said, “Proceed to stage three.”
Stage three proved quite troublesome for Batbitch. As one of the men positioned himself in front of her, the other kneeled behind her and grabbed hold of her hips. Batbitch inhaled deeply. There was no suspense as to what was to happen next. She felt the man line up his cock against her pussy. Slowly and firmly, he pushed his massive throbbing cock deep inside of her.
Batbitch clenched her teeth as she tried to focus on anything other than the powerful sensation of the man thrusting himself inside of her. She looked down at her hands and tried to avoid the mental picture of herself on all fours being fucked doggy-style by one man while another man fondled her tits.
And perhaps Batbitch could have maintained her focus, had not Dr. Kinsey insinuated herself. Suddenly, Batbitch felt a smooth hand on her chin pulling her head up. She stared directly into Dr. Kinsey’s beautiful green eyes.
“I want you to look at me,” Dr. Kinsey whispered in a sultry voice. “I want you to look at me and focus only on me.”
Batbitch stared at the gorgeous psychologist. It was a strange experience: she wanted the sensual feeling of Eva’s luscious lips on hers, but she wanted to keep feeling the firm pounding from the powerful man fucking her from behind. It was that disconnect—the desire for something sensual in contrast to the lust for something carnal—that held Batbitch in a tantric state. She was fully aroused, yet she felt no impending climax!
“Keep looking at me. Keep your focus on me.” Dr. Kinsey’s words were hypnotic. Batbitch kept her eyes locked on Eva, staring deep into those gorgeous green eyes, until she felt the man pull out of her. Dr. Kinsey stood back up and clapped her hands enthusiastically.
“Outstanding focus! You truly outdid yourself Batbitch!”
Batbitch smiled. She began to stand up when Dr. Kinsey quickly stopped her.
“Oh don’t get up yet. I still have something else I need you to experience before we finish up here.”
Batbitch knelt back down and resumed her position on all fours.
“Do you know what it is to be spit-roasted?”
Batbitch nodded. “It’s when you roast chicken or pig or—”
“Not that,” Dr. Kinsey interrupted. “But I think you will find it appetizing nonetheless.” She looked at the two men standing beside Batbitch.
“Stage four please.”
One of the men knelt in front of Batbitch. She knew what to do : balancing herself on one hand, she reached up with her other hand and pulled back his loincloth. Grabbing ahold of his erection, he moved it towards Batbitch’s luscious red lips. Opening her mouth, she welcomed the man’s cock. But before she could begin to suck on it, she felt the other man’s cock penetrate her from behind. With gradually increasing force and speed, the two men thrust themselves into Batbitch.
Kinsey’s directive was clear: “You are to make both these men climax without climaxing yourself.”
Batbitch began moving her hips in rhythm with the man behind her as she used her tongue to tickle the man’s cock to climax.
The men were selected carefully for their job. They were experienced and well-trained. Yet they were still men with desires, and they were not impervious to the gorgeous redhead servicing them. And though they had been told otherwise, there was no hiding the fact that this was Batgirl they were fucking! Despite losing the bonus Dr. Kinsey had offered them to hold off, they were overcome with a desire to cum in Batgirl.
Grabbing firmly ahold of Batbitch’s mask, the man kneeling before her shoved his cock almost down her throat as he released himself. He tried to be quiet, but a moan escaped his lips as his body finally relaxed. He let his cock contract, enjoying the sensation of Batbitch’s tongue tickling him she swallowed what he had released. Once she had sucked his cock clean, he let her disgorge him.
As she did so, she felt the man behind her beginning to shudder as he continued pounding her pussy from behind. It was time to push him over the edge. Propping herself against the floor, she abruptly shoved her hips back firmly against the man’s hips, forcing his cock as deep inside of her as he could go. He had been pacing himself to maintain control, but Batbitch’s sudden movement overwhelmed him. Batbitch spread her thighs and quickly moved her hips forwards and backwards. Then she squeezed her pussy tightly against the man’s cock as she continued to move quickly forwards and backwards.
The sensation of Batbitch’s slick pussy sliding up and down his fully erected cock pushed the man past the point of resistance. His entire body went taut. He grabbed ahold of Batbitch’s hips once again and forcefully pulled her against him. He savored the sensation of her smooth and firm ass on his pelvis as he buried his cock deep within her pussy.
Batbitch smirked as she felt the man cum inside her. She recalled the time Batgirl had her virginity forcefully taken from her—bent over Dr. Kinsey’s couch and fucked from behind by a similarly dressed man. And here she was now, fucking two men into submission. She calmly crawled forward, letting the man’s cock slip out of her pussy. Slowly, she stood up and readjusted her costume. Then she looked down with contempt at the two men who lay on the floor.
The two men were surprisingly exhausted. The superheroine had more sexual stamina than they had expected. And they had not planned on climaxing! Between servicing Batbitch and cumming inside her, they were spent.
“Typical,” sighed Batbitch. “You men lack the strength to satisfy a real superheroine.” She looked over at Dr. Kinsey, who nodded approvingly.
“Indeed. You both are excused,” said the psychologist.
The men rose to their feet and walked to Dr. Kinsey’s private office. Once the door closed behind them, Dr. Kinsey walked over to the polished mahogany cabinet behind her desk and removed two crystal tumblers and a crystal decanter filled with an amber fluid. She placed the glasses and decanter gently on her desk.
Pouring the fluid into both glasses, she held one out for Barbara.
“Thanks,” Barbara smiled as she took the glass.
“Cheers,” Dr. Kinsey said as she raised her glass to Barbara’s. The soft clinking sound was followed by a moment of silence as the two women enjoyed the taste of oak-aged single malt liquor. The taste of sex was soon replaced by the taste of elegance.
“Wow! This is really good!” Barbara exclaimed. Despite her role as a superheroine and her time at Superheroine HQ, she had not tasted anything as refined as what she was now sipping with sincere appreciation. “Do you mind if I ask what it is?”
“It’s the Yamazaki 25 Year Old Single Malt Whiskey.”
“Haven’t heard of it, but it tastes amazing!”
“Glad you like it,” Dr. Kinsey smiled. She picked up the decanter and refilled Barbara’s glass.
The two talked a bit about Barbara’s work and other matters separate from Batbitch. Dr. Kinsey plied Barbara with a third refill before she finally broached the primary subject of the session.
“I had not planned on giving this to you today, but your endurance and focus impressed me. I think you actually are ready.”
Dr. Kinsey removed from her desk drawer a blue glass vial and placed it in front of Barbara.
“You truly earned this Barbara. I am genuinely proud of you.”
Praise from Dr. Kinsey had been hard to come by for Barbara; the woman was certainly not effusive in her compliments. Hearing her laud her efforts meant a lot! She was almost more focused on Dr. Kinsey’s words than the mysterious vial in front of her.
“Is this what you were talking about last session?”
Dr. Kinsey nodded. “Yes. It is called ‘Viralis’ and it is the solution to your work-life balance.”
“What exactly is Viralis?”
Dr. Kinsey leaned back in her chair. This might prove to be a bit of a tough sell. It would come down to how involved Barbara had become in her roll as the Gold Avenger.
“As you can see, I am also a licensed psychiatrist,” said Dr. Kinsey as she pointed to one of her many certifications hanging on the wall behind her. “And in my studies, I have had the good fortune to make the acquaintance of several preeminent scientists in the field of neurobiology and neuropharmacology.” She picked up the vial and held it out for Barbara. “What you see here is the latest advancement in the field: Viralis is a revolutionary new supplement to help high-functioning people maintain their focus and energy for extensive lengths of time on limited sleep.”
“How does this work?” Barbara took the proffered vial and held it to the light. She could see the outline of pills inside the opaque container.
“The supplement functions by targeting the parts of the brain adversely affected by the lack of sleep with the necessary chemical compounds to keep those parts running effectively. This supplement floods the Prefrontal Cortex with Dopamine while simultaneously supplying it with a steady flow of Acetylcholine and Norepinephrine. The subsequent result is a highly focused and energized mind for a period ranging from six to 12 hours.”
Barbara had studied science in college and was intrigued by the supplement. “So why is this,” she held up the vial, “so different from other mood or energy-enhancers?”
This was the moment for which Dr. Kinsey had prepared herself.
“You will need to trust me when I tell you,” she said quietly. “And remember: this is the result of several of years of research from the very best scientists in the world.”
Dr. Kinsey picked up the vial and opened it. Gently, she tilted the vial to let a few of the light-blue colored pills slide out onto the desk.
“These supplements are infused with a microdose of a compound similar to but safer than Exxxtasy.” Dr. Kinsey went on to explain the difference in composition between the street version of Exxxtasy and the pharmaceutical version of the drug, as well as the need of the addition of the safer form of Exxxtasy. She explained how the sexual stimulant kept the neurological pathways open to the Acetylcholine and Norepinephrine, and how typically the pathways would be closed off after the initial dose was delivered. She was well aware of Barbara’s academic background and knew better than to try to talk around the issue. Her words were spoken with precision and clarity.
But the logical argument was not the only method of convincing the hesitant superheroine. Dr. Kinsey had intentionally exhausted Batbitch with the sexual attention of the two men, but she had also successfully prevented her from climaxing. Between the sweet physical exhaustion of sex and the lack of a satisfying climax, Barbara was now in a state of relaxed sexual frustration. As a result, she was primed to accept Dr. Kinsey’s explanation and description of the drug.
At first, Barbara was apprehensive. The thought of using a street drug was disconcerting to say the least. But as Dr. Kinsey worked to allay her concerns, clearly explaining the difference between the street drug and the scientifically studied chemical, Barbara’s mind flashed back to her experiences with Exxxtasy at Superheroine HQ. She found herself wondering to what extent the addition of Exxxtasy would make the supplement an aphrodisiac. Could it enhance her sexual experiences while improving her focus? According to Dr. Kinsey, it would. She explained how part of the efficacy of the aphrodisiac was maintaining a heightened sexual arousal to allow for greater awareness and sensations--Batbitch would be more alert and present under the influence of he supplement.
Between Dr. Kinsey’s assurance of extensive testing and her desire to experience more of the effects of Exxxtasy, the thought of taking a supplement with the possible bonus of a sexual arousal agent became an enticing offer. And the opportunity to go without sleep and still perform at the best of her abilities was highly appealing. Even before the plan to unleash Batbitch on Gotham had been discussed, Barbara often found herself mentally exhausted from trying to balance her various roles and responsibilities.
Throughout her explanation of the drug, Dr. Kinsey focused on referring to it as a “supplement”. Someone like Barbara, who was heavily into health and fitness, needed to think of the drug as something along the lines of creatine or protein or a nutritional aid—an innocuous addition to her nutritional needs.
As the hour came to a close, Barbara found herself intrigued to try Dr. Kinsey’s supplement. Eva had anticipated as much, and she had one last item on her agenda before finishing for the night.
“So before you go, I suggest we both take one Viralis supplement together. This way you have an idea of how it will affect you.”
Barbara, who had already planned on trying one of the pills upon returning to her apartment, agreed readily. Eva pushed one of the pills across the desk to her. Unbeknownst to Barbara, Eva had intentionally set aside one of the pills with an elevated amount of Exxxtasy. She had anticipated being aroused watching the Barbara Gordon spit-roast, and she wanted to ensure her own sexual satisfaction with the woman.
Eva picked up one of the other Viralis pills scattered on the desk and placed it on her tongue. She then picked up her tumbler and raised it towards Barbara.
“Cheers,” Eva smiled at Barbara.
“Cheers,” Barbara returned the smile as she picked up the pill Eva had pushed towards her in one hand and raised her whiskey glass in the other. Having swallowed the pills, the two women looked at each other with the same desire in their eyes.
The effects of the drug took a few moments to manifest themselves, but when they did, the results were better than Barbara imagined…
I added the next section, one focusing on Batgirl becoming Batbitch and the plan Dr. Kinsey has to help Batbitch appeal to Gotham's citizens, at least for the moment. I wanted to get this up to somewhat quickly follow the previous addition as I want to also spend time writing the Invisible Girl story.
I have just two humble requests, if I may.
1. Let me know if the description of what happens with Batgirl/Batbitch/Barbara and Dr. Kinsey after they use the Viralis should have a scene of its own, or if the story should just move forward. (Also please do let me know of any typos and other such issues.)
2. If you have the inclination to support my friend who is working on AI generated photos, he has set up two collections on SHG so far. You can click on the links below to see if they catch your interest. He's also working on some visuals for my stories (I posted some samples in this thread.) My hope is he can make some decent sales and really get things going with the AI genre so I can make add more visual components to the story.
I added the next section, one focusing on Batgirl becoming Batbitch and the plan Dr. Kinsey has to help Batbitch appeal to Gotham's citizens, at least for the moment. I wanted to get this up to somewhat quickly follow the previous addition as I want to also spend time writing the Invisible Girl story.
I have just two humble requests, if I may.
1. Let me know if the description of what happens with Batgirl/Batbitch/Barbara and Dr. Kinsey after they use the Viralis should have a scene of its own, or if the story should just move forward. (Also please do let me know of any typos and other such issues.)
2. If you have the inclination to support my friend who is working on AI generated photos, he has set up two collections on SHG so far. You can click on the links below to see if they catch your interest. He's also working on some visuals for my stories (I posted some samples in this thread.) My hope is he can make some decent sales and really get things going with the AI genre so I can make add more visual components to the story.
As someone, who is only really interested in the ff parts of a story, I would love to read more about Batgirl/-bitch and Dr. Kinsey after they use the drugs.
So an update is brewing this month. But in the meantime, I just got some art for my story. If you like it, please consider supporting my friend. He just released a new Supergirl set.
Peter put down the remote and read the text. It was just a few letters, but Peter’s pulse jumped upon seeing them: “DTF? —BG”
He held the phone in his hand and tried to properly craft his response. Then he realized he didn’t need anything more than a simply “Y”, which he sent a moment later.
He stared anxiously at the blinking ellipsis below his response.
And a moment later, “Gotham Hotel. Penthouse. Get here ASAP” popped onto the screen.
“Will do,” he texted back.
Peter quickly showered. He had assumed Batgirl was done with him. They had hooked up the week the incident with Supergirl, and though he was convinced he had made Batgirl climax at least once, the superheroine did not seem overly interested in setting up another rendezvous when she left.
‘Tonight is going to have to be extra special,’ Peter thought to himself. He decided to supplement his lust for Batgirl with a dose of Exxxtasy. He poured the powder into a mixture of pomegranate-watermelon juice, then poured the concoction into a tumbler. He tried to focus on the drink as he drove downtown.
Peter arrived a little after 11. The lobby was fairly empty. He checked his phone again. No new messages.
‘Is this for real?” He couldn’t help but wonder. As he waited for the elevator, he thought about sending a text letting her know he arrived, but then decided against it. The occasion seemed like it required more spontaneity than planning. Then the elevator door opened and he stepped inside.
The ride up was interminable. He was already feeling himself getting hard at the thought of what he would find inside the room.
It took a moment for Peter to understand what was happening. The site was simply stunning: Batgirl was on her back with her latex pants down around her thighs, her masked face almost entirely enveloped by Batbitch’s thighs and crotch as her mouth was locked onto her pussy, while Batbitch lay on top of Batgirl with her tiny black shorts dangling around one of her ankles and her tongue slipping in and out of Batgirl’s exposed pussy! The two were perspiring and panting from the effort as much as they were gasping for breath between climaxes. Neither one heard Peter enter the room, and neither one really cared.
“Am I…?”
Peter could not finish his question. He did not even know what he was asking. He simply stared at the scene playing out in front of him: Batbitch was lying head-to-toe on top of Batgirl, her tongue exploring Batgirl’s womanhood as Batgirl was eating out Batbitch!
Whether either woman heard him or not, neither stopped, and Peter knew better than to interrupt them. He watched in silent appreciation as the two gorgeous creatures continued satisfying their lustful desires. Their hips moved rhythmically as their tongues explored their one another’s womanhood, licking and tickling and coaxing one orgasm after another. The feeling of the firm slick tongue alternating between slipping in and out of their pussy and forcibly flicking their clits had them both breathless from the effort and the pleasure.
It was only after Batgirl climaxed that she noticed the man staring at them. Still exhausted from her climax and her efforts to satisfy Batbitch, she could only gasp out a few barely audible words.
“Get on the bed.”
Peter complied immediately. Moments later, he lay naked on the bed awaiting his next order. Slowly, the two super heroines rose from the floor. He watched, fascinated and entranced by their sexuality and beauty. He was erect and waiting for them.
“How do you want to do this?”
“Give me a minute with him, then join me.”
Barbara nodded.
Dr. Kinsey slowly walked to the bed where Peter was focusing on maintaining his cool. She let herself enjoy the sensation of the tight latex costume sliding against her body, slick with sweat and cum. Seductively, she climbed onto the bed and crawled slowly on all fours until she was mouth-to-cock.
“I want to taste the cock that fucked Supergirl,” she whispered to Peter before engorging his cock in her mouth.
Peter was too distracted to notice the difference between the Batgirl who had fucked him at his place and the Batgirl going down on him. Gently, he held Batgirl’s head and tried to slow her pace as her head moved up and down while she sucked his cock. There was no way he was going to cum before having a threesome!
Dr. Kinsey let Peter have his way with her for a time. She found herself enjoying the idea of being the slutty Batgirl, occasionally glancing at the hotel room’s mirrored closet doors to watch herself.
Barbara was standing beside the bed enjoying the sight. She had to admit it: Dr. Kinsey filled out her Batgirl suit admirably. Watching Eva on all fours satisfying Peter titillated her. Between her lust for Eva and the out-of-body experience in watching Batgirl blowing Peter, Barbara had a hard time not joining the two of them on the bed.
Eva glanced over to where Barbara was watching. Seeing the look of anticipation on Barbara’s face let her know it was time to have her join in. She disgorged Peter’s cock and held it firmly in her gloved hand. “Now it's time for you to be a hero Peter. You’re going to have to satisfy two superheroines without cumming first.”
Eva rolled off the bed and stood beside Barbara. “Strip me, Batbitch,” she ordered.
Barbara relished peeling off the tight spandex outfit from Eva’s luscious body. Part of the thrill was stripping Batgirl—herself. Barbara’s egocentric self-obsession, initiated and amplified by Dr. Kinsey, created a subconscious desire to see her alter-ego victorious and humiliated. The strange dichotomy thrilled her!
Eva, despite her profession interest in Barbara, was intensely aroused watching Batbitch strip her down. And despite Batbitch’s ethos as an edgy and arrogant vigilante, she was soft and gentle and loving.
When Eva was down to her boots, gloves and mask, she grabbed ahold of Batbitch and threw her to the ground! Peter was taken aback, but what was more surprising was the submissive response by Batbitch. Straddling the superheroine, Eva forcibly yanked and pulled and tore at Batbitch’s costume until she too was down to her mask, gloves and boots.
Grabbing Batbitch by her mask, she yanked her back to her feet. Pulling her naked body against hers, Eva embraced Batbitch in a passionate kiss as her arms held her tightly. Batbitch responded in kind.
Peter watched in admiration. Having almost climaxing a moment earlier, he appreciated the respite. And despite the break in direct attention, he stayed firmly erect as he watched the two gorgeous superheroines. The sound of their panting and the sight of their naked bodies were mesmerizing, so much so that it took him a moment for Batgirl’s demand to register.
“I said crawl over here,” Batgirl ordered.
Peter did as she asked, crawling across the satin sheets towards the two women.
“Now lay back down.”
Peter complied.
“You ride him first while he returns the favor.”
As Peter lay prone on the bed, Batbitch climbed on top of him and straddled his thighs while Batgirl kneeled over his head.
“Shall we?” Batgirl looked over at Batbitch, who held Peter’s throbbing cock in her hands.
“Let’s go!”
“And don’t you dare cum until we say so!” Batgirl ordered.
Before Peter could say anything, his face was firmly pressed between Batgirl’s thighs, his face smothered against Batgirl’s wet pussy. As he grabbed ahold of her hips, he felt his cock enveloped by a warm wetness as Batbitch had lowered herself on his erect cock. While Batbitch roughly rode Peter like a cowgirl, Batgirl gently lifted her hips up and down as Peter’s lips kissed her womanhood while his tongue toyed with her clit.
Each time Eva sensed Peter was approaching climax, she would forcefully smother Peter with her pussy. The asphyxiation effectively served the purpose of delaying Peter’s orgasm. And just as he was about to push Batgirl off of him, she would slowly lift up her hips.
“Rotate!”
Batbitch bounced on Peter’s cock a few times more before rolling off of Peter. A moment later, Peter tasted Batbitch’s soaked pussy as Batgirl spread her thighs and lowered herself on his erect manhood.
Peter was having difficulty holding off his climax. Batgirl was riding him in a reverse cowgirl position, and she was moving too fast for him to maintain his focus. Yet just as he was about to cum, Batgirl reached beneath him and shoved two fingers up his ass! Peter yelped, or would have yelped, had Batbitch not firmly sat on his face. Her firm buttocks enveloped his face. And as the erotic sensation of Batgirl fingering his ass aroused him, he felt the need to debase himself to pleasure Batbitch.
Barbara squealed at the unexpected pleasure of feeling Peter’s tongue up her ass! She squirmed and wriggled, enjoying the new sensation. As Peter’s tongue explored her nether region, she took ahold of Peter’s hand and moved it to her clit. “Finger-fuck me!” Batbitch gasped.
Eva spun around on Peter’s cock so she could face Barbara. She reached forward and whispered something to her. Barbara nodded, then removed her gloves. Eva did likewise. Then they both removed their masks!
The two women smiled at each other. They were entirely exposed!
As Peter lay on his back, his face buried in Barbara Gordon’s ass, Eva Kinsey and Barbara Gordon leaned forward and passionately kissed each other. There were no masks and no inhibitions. Both thrilled to the risk of being discovered, either by Peter or a bellboy sent to check on the commotion. Their arousal intensified beyond what either could have anticipated, and despite their desire to extend the moment, their inexorable climaxes were imminent.
“Okay Peter, you may cum now!”
Peter just barely heard Batgirl, but it was enough. He let his mind focus on the task at-hand, and that alone brought him to the precipice of climax. His pressed his tongue up Batbitch’s ass as far as he could, shoved two fingers up her pussy, and thrust his cock deep inside Batgirl. Then he let himself cum, releasing himself deep inside Batgirl as he felt her body shudder in her own orgasm.
Just as he was finishing, Batbitch abruptly released her own orgasm. He felt her cum dripping down onto him, dribbling onto his chin and neck.
“Don’t you dare stop!” Batbitch gasped. “Keep that tongue up my ass until I’m done!”
Peter complied. He continued fingering Batbitch’s clit and pussy as his tongue tickled her ass. He barely noticed Batgirl had pulled out and rolled off the bed. While Barbara finished climaxing, Eva picked up the two masks and tossed one of them to Barbara. Eva leaned over and kissed Barbara forcefully on the lips before pulling her mask back on. “Thank you,” she whispered.
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There has been some of that with Batgirl in her stripper role (the Gold Avenger) having sex with Carmine, and there will be more such action in the scenes to come.
It would be great if Batgirl was joined by Batwoman, but instead, she's impressed by the new version of Batgirl as Batbitch, and she supports our psychologist's actions. And instead of Kate Kent, Batwoman was actress Katherine McNamara.
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While Batgirl was acclimating to her new identity as Batbitch, Supergirl was adjusting to her new role as an employee at Lai Enterprises. The modeling requests went as she had anticipated: it started as semi-professional advertising photoshoots for the Lai’s LaidEZ clothing line, but soon became cheesecake shoots for JustFans, Super Hot Goddess (SHG), and Girl of Steel Headquarters (GOSH!). But as much as Giorgio wanted to push things, he had been told Supergirl was not to be photographed in any state of nudity. Ms. Feng had been adamant about all photographs being PG-13; cleavage was acceptable, but no exposed nipples.
But Supergirl received plenty of exposure as Lai Enterprises introduced the Supergirl clothing line to the fashion world. Supergirl was made to speak at the press conference. She had been given a script and she stuck to it, reading the prewritten text with as much excitement as she could muster, “enthusiastic participation” in Ms. Feng’s words.
Supergirl was torn between her gradually eroding image and the Kryptonite threat. The emotional turmoil had a significant effect on her. She found herself reluctant to serve as Supergirl, choosing instead to immerse herself in her Linda Danvers identity. She needed to separate herself from Christine’s threat, but she still had to serve as an employee at Lai Enterprises in order to prevent the mass distribution of Kryptonite-accessorized clothing.
Supergirl’s absence was noticed, which led to Supergirl’s introduction to Lai Industries’ CEO. Ms. Feng had interrupted Supergirl’s latest photoshoot to inform her of an appointment that evening. Supergirl was splayed out on a pink latex couch, dolled up in makeup and wearing a spaghetti strap leotard and shiny red pumps.
“I”m sorry to interrupt your session, but Ms. Lai has requested Supergirl’s presence this afternoon. You’re going to have to finish the shoot by three.”
“No problem,” replied Giorgio. “We’re just about done here.”
Christine placed a card on the table beside the couch. “Ms. Lai’s contact information. She is expecting you at five this evening. I would advise you to arrive at least 15 minutes early. At Lai Enterprises, 15 minutes early is on-time, and all Lai employees are expected to be punctual.”
Supergirl nodded. She felt anxious in Ms. Feng’s presence, especially in her current attire. Having been rendered powerless and slapped by the woman made Supergirl especially self-conscious. The green crystal glowing on Ms. Feng’s necklace did not make Supergirl feel any less nervous.
“Five sharp,” Ms. Feng repeated as she walked out of the studio, “and be punctual.”
Supergirl made a point to be punctual, even by Lai Enterprise’s standards. She had arrived 30 minutes early and been escorted into Ms. Lai’s office where she stood patiently in awkward anticipation. The wait seemed interminable. She was anxious as she tried to anticipate why Ms. Lai had requested her presence. Couldn’t she just have Christine direct her as necessary? What possible reason did she have to be here?
Fifteen long minutes passed. Despite the warm environment and the sweet scent of jasmine permeating the office, she began to be annoyed. Why was her time being wasted? She stared at the city landscape out the giant window as she tried using her super-hearing to get an idea of what was going on, or at least overhear a conversation about her presence in the building. Supergirl was almost tempted to leave, though she knew the repercussions for doing so would be severe. Christine had been quite adamant about her being early to the meeting. She moved over to another side of the large office and looked at a collection of elegantly framed photos of buildings and other edifices. Distractedly, she wiped dust one of the framed photographs.
After having explored every aspect of the office, she found herself wondering if she should just sit down to wait, or would that be considered rude?
As if in answer to her thought, a voice cut through he silence.
“Please sit.”
If Supergirl had felt her time was being wasted, she had zero reservations over the wait. The Girl of Steel stared was transfixed. She could not help herself. She simply stared, mouth open, in sheer admiration of the woman. Walking into the room from a flush door matching the wooden paneling of the office was Jennifer Mariko Lai, the CEO of Lai Industries.
It was not the unexpected entrance that startled Supergirl, nor did Ms. Lai’s status intimidate Supergirl, it was Ms. Lai’s stunning beauty that transfixed the superheroine. As she had avoided any publicity—privacy was one of her core tenets—there were few photographs of the impressive CEO, and what few there were hardly did justice to the tall, shapely Asian-American beauty. She looked like a supermodel, yet she had degrees from Oxford and Cambridge and was the CEO of Wayne Enterprises’ toughest rival, as well as a former Olympic swimmer. These were just a few of her impressive accomplishments on her resume, the ones she had allowed the media to report.
“Please sit,” Ms. Lai repeated, indicating the leather couch beside the large window.
The words snapped Supergirl out of her reverie and she quietly complied.
“Thank you for meeting me on such short notice Supergirl.” Ms. Lai’s mellifluous voice was almost as distracting as her beautiful green eyes. Supergirl watched with mixed appreciation and apprehension as Ms. Lai stood before her. “I wanted to talk to you about your valuable role with our company. Ms. Feng has reported you have been reluctant to take on your superheroine responsibilities of late. As Lai Enterprises has been a major contributor to The Superheroine Movement, we are naturally concerned.”
Supergirl shifted uncomfortably on the couch. She had hoped her reduced exposure would have gone unnoticed, at least until she could resolve herself to her circumstances. It was hard for her to appear in public when images of her in suggestive poses and advertisements for skimpy and revealing clothing had become ubiquitous. Then there was the matter of recent events with Peter and Leon. At times, she felt people could see through her virtuous pretense and see her for the shameful lusting woman she was.
“I’ve just felt…off lately. I think I just need a break from being a superheroine. Maybe I’ve just lost interest…” Supergirl trailed off as she saw the look of disapproval on Ms. Lai’s face.
“Truth is one of our company’s core tenets. The superior woman is not afraid to acknowledge the truth. Until we do so, we cannot find our peace.” Ms. Lai walked over to the wall where photographs of various buildings associated with Lai Enterprises were framed. Slowly, she adjusted the frame Supergirl had dusted. “Here at Lai Enterprises, we do not judge and we do not dissemble.” She turned to look back at Supergirl. “So you must be honest with me Supergirl. What has caused you to shy away from your superheroine ethos?”
Supergirl took a deep breath. She did not want to admit what was holding her back, yet she sensed a warmth from Ms. Lai that made her want to confide in her. Maybe doing so could establish some sort of rapport with Ms. Lai.
Over the next few minutes, Supergirl shared her innermost thoughts about the conflict in maintaining her public image and her innermost desires. She downplayed her embarrassment with the various advertising campaigns for Lai’s LaidEZ; she did not want to disappoint Ms. Lai. As Supergirl unburdened herself, Ms. Lai stood attentively and listened with genuine concern.
Much to Supergirl’s delight, Ms. Lai proved to be very supportive. Unexpectedly, Ms. Lai abruptly walked to the couch and sat beside her. Reflexively, Supergirl held out her hands for her. Gently taking ahold of Supergirl’s hands, she commiserated with Supergirl’s plight and understood the intricacies of a public persona conflicting with personal proclivities. She explained her own challenges as someone who had an image to maintain while indulging in her private desires.
Supergirl’s initial discomfort was soon replaced by genuine curiosity. She wanted to know more about Jennifer Lai—who was she and how had she accomplished so much in such a short span of time? She had expected her to be similar to Christine Feng—beautiful but vicious and demanding—but Ms. Lai had a very different disposition. She was warm and welcoming.
“Ms. Lai, if I can be completely open with you—”
“Please,” interrupted Ms. Lai, “call me Jenny.”
Supergirl felt a small tingle of excitement. She was not into ASMR, but the way Ms. Lai said “Jenny” was an instant turn-on!
“Jenny,” Supergirl relished saying her name, “I’ve become so used to keeping one part of my life separate from another that being completely honest isn’t something I can easily do. I want to be entirely open with you.”
“I understand,” Jenny murmured warmly. As she delicately held Supergirl’s hands, their fingers tenderly intertwined. They sat on the couch facing each other. “Now be open with me. What do you want, Supergirl?”
Supergirl had become distracted and was starting to lose focus. Her senses were almost overwhelmed by Jenny. The sweet scent of her intoxicating perfume, her silky supportive voice tickling her ear, her gorgeous green eyes looking so compassionately at her, her full luscious lips looking so inviting—Supergirl was helplessly smitten.
“What I want is…”
Jenny moved closer to the Girl of Steel. Her hands squeezed Supergirl’s.
Supergirl tried to focus. “What I want…” she repeated herself, once again fading out beneath the alluring gaze of the goddess sitting beside her.
“What I…”
Jenny’s hands gently moved up Supergirl’s arms.
“I…”
Jenny moved one hand to caress Supergirl’s cheek.
“Tell me Supergirl. I’m here for you,” Jenny murmured.
“I want to kiss you,” Supergirl whispered.
“Then do it,” said Jenny.
Supergirl leaned in, gently pulling Jenny close to her, and slowly moved her lips to hers. Time stood still. Supergirl felt the intense beating of her heart as their breaths mingled in a quiet intimate hush. She felt Jenny’s warmth and savored it, not wanting their lips to meet too soon.
“Jenny.”
“Supergirl.”
Then, with a soft exhale, their lips met.
The kiss was slow, tender, and the most enchanting moment Supergirl had experienced. Jenny’s lips were smooth and full; her kiss was gentle yet passionate.
Supergirl felt a warmth of reassurance spread throughout her body. She felt like a schoolgirl thrilling on a first kiss with a crush, yet also felt the validation of being the object of desire of Lai Enterprises’ CEO. The Girl of Steel let herself melt in Jenny Lai’s arms.
But Supergirl soon found herself disappointed. Gently but firmly, Jenny pulled away from Supergirl. Supergirl tried to close the distance between her and Jenny before the moment was gone.
Jenny was just a bit too fast for Supergirl.
“Just a moment,” she said in a brusquely commanding voice.
“I…I just…want to touch you,” Supergirl whispered as she reached for the top button of Jenny’s blouse.
“I may let you. But I need something from you first…to prove yourself worthy of my attention and affection.”
Supergirl was taken aback. She was the Girl of Steel! Wasn’t that enough?! If she were not so aroused and mesmerized, she would have stormed out of the office. But she wanted Jenny—she needed her! She had to have her!
A new lead image of Batgirl removing her mask has been added to the first page where the story in full is posted. It's one of my favorite Batgirl images yet! A few other images are above the latest installation (with a link to my friend's page for his collection of similar such images--a quick plug as he just sent me some more images as a thanks for supporting him).
The most recent update is a bit brief, but it is leading to something significant for Supergirl, which will inexorably lead back to Batgirl. Any feedback and critique is always welcome, and thank you for your interest in my story!
There has been some of that with Batgirl in her stripper role (the Gold Avenger) having sex with Carmine, and there will be more such action in the scenes to come.
Batgirl having sex with the criminals she fights against is pretty hot! Would love to see she gets corrupted and eventually becomes a criminal, working for crime boss like Falcone.
There has been some of that with Batgirl in her stripper role (the Gold Avenger) having sex with Carmine, and there will be more such action in the scenes to come.
Batgirl having sex with the criminals she fights against is pretty hot! Would love to see she gets corrupted and eventually becomes a criminal, working for crime boss like Falcone.
That sounds perfect. Imagine Batwoman also supporting Batbitch's actions in this direction, convincing her to let Batbitch become the boss of a group of superheroes convinced by her to turn to the bad side, and together they are evil versions of themselves, Barbra in her black and yellow rubber Batbitch super outfit, and Katcherine in her rubber glossy black and red Batwoman super outfit.
There has been some of that with Batgirl in her stripper role (the Gold Avenger) having sex with Carmine, and there will be more such action in the scenes to come.
Batgirl having sex with the criminals she fights against is pretty hot! Would love to see she gets corrupted and eventually becomes a criminal, working for crime boss like Falcone.
That sounds perfect. Imagine Batwoman also supporting Batbitch's actions in this direction, convincing her to let Batbitch become the boss of a group of superheroes convinced by her to turn to the bad side, and together they are evil versions of themselves, Barbra in her black and yellow rubber Batbitch super outfit, and Katcherine in her rubber glossy black and red Batwoman super outfit.
The group of superheroines can include Supergirl, Power Girl, Black Canary, Huntress, Dove and other sexy ones. These women lead a double life - superheroines that fight against crimes in public, and super villains that work for crime lords in private. Each of them commit special kind of crimes in accordance to their specialty. Batgirl builds and manages intel network for Falcone, and Batwoman uses sex to lure innocent girls to fall into the trap of drugs, and coerces them to work as prostitutes for gangs. They also have their unique criminal names. Batgirl is called “Batbitch”, and Batwoman is called “Batslut”. They also participate in orgy with crime lords. Together, the “heroes” and villains form an underground crime league that undermines the system that restrains them from using power for their own gain.
I am still working on getting around to the next segment, but in the meantime, I received this video from my friend who is doing some awesome work (imho) with creating some great visuals and now videos. This one goes with Supergirl's interactions with Jenny Lai and Christine Feng. He has a new set of Wonder Woman images that looks pretty darn good. I'm now thinking of somehow incorporating Wonder Woman into the story, or perhaps stretching myself even thinner with a Wonder Woman story on its own. Anyhow, here's the link, for anyone interested. And thanks for supporting my friend--he's going to hook me up with a new set of images for the Invisible Girl story because of your support of his work!
While Supergirl discovered what Ms. Lai wanted from her, Barbara Gordon was working overtime. She maintained her work schedule at the library while increasing her vigilante ventures. Dr. Kinsey had been insistent she avoid any deviation in her usual work schedule to avoid creating any potential connection between Batbitch and Barbara. To help Barbara maintain her exhausting schedule, Eva had given her a supply of energy tablets to keep her going strong. The Venox was surprisingly effective: Barbara found she could go days with very little sleep, and she noticed a surprising increase in her strength.
Within weeks, almost all crime had ceased throughout Gotham. Batbitch seemed to be everywhere. The slightest malfeasance ended with a battered, bruised and restrained criminal begging for police protection.
Most working-class citizens supported Batbitch—some even preferred the new attire and attitude. But the wealthy mostly sided with Vesper Fairchild’s perspective of the inexcusable conduct and over-sexualized costume. Gotham deserved a dignified superheroine, one of the caliber of the Maiden of Metropolis: Supergirl. The scarcity of superheroines and the rumors of Supergirl’s dark desires were ignored. The concern was with Batbitch’s progressive ideals conflicting with the upper class’s values. Gotham’s elite bristled when they heard Batbitch drop phrases such as “wealth redistribution” and “the wealthy need to pay their fair share” at her introductory press conference. But that was one of the lesser shocking aspect of the conference.
Batbitch’s introductory press conference took place in the same location as Batgirl’s erotic press conference two years before. And just as she had convinced Batgirl to use her device during the conference, Dr. Kinsey insisted Batbitch enjoy herself in a similar fashion, telling the superheroine she needed to embrace her edgier persona. Climaxing while delivering her speech would symbolize her contempt for the misogynist patriarchal demand for a superheroine to morally flawless. Superheroines’ sexuality was expected to reflect the values of the 1950s, even as Gotham’s elites ignored clubs like SuperheroineHQ, which were flourishing with parodied superheroines performing all manners of sexual acts for the pleasure of so many (including several of Batbitch’s harshest critics, as Barbara had noted from her recent performances at the club). It did not take much effort to convince Batbitch to go through with the gesture.
The press conference took place on a humid and sultry night. And despite her new bad-girl attitude, Batbitch could feel herself beginning to perspire as she prepared to take the stage. The crowd was somewhat surprising considering Batbitch had scheduled her press conference for 11 PM. She pulled up on her motorcycle in front of the stairs leading to City Hall just as the Gotham’s Clock Tower marked the hour.
Batbitch made a point to make her arrival abrupt to add to the shock factor. She dismounted her bike and strode up the steps before the crowd could move. The city lights glistened off of Batbitch’s matching black satin sweatpants and sweatshirt. Batbitch walked to the podium as reporters and fans jockeyed for the best positions to view the spectacle. The scene was more reminiscent of a concert than a press conference. Batbitch adjusted the microphone attached to the podium.
“Ohhhh!”
Dr. Kinsey had activated the vibrator lodged in Batbitch’s pussy. Despite anticipating Dr. Kinsey’s plan, she moaned in ecstasy directly into the mic.
But before the murmuring crowd could assess what had happened, Batbitch quickly moved into her introduction.
“…kayyy…thank you all for…coming…” her voice temporarily trailed off as she felt her arousal building; her double-entendre was directed to Dr. Kinsey, “…for coming out tonight. I wanted to address the rumors and speculations.”
Batbitch had already regained her composure. The vibrator was still effectively arousing her, but Dr. Kinsey’s efforts had rendered Batbitch in firm orgasm control. She continued with almost no distraction.
“Yes, I was Batgirl. And Batgirl was an important part of Gotham. But Batgirl and her polite demeanor had her limitations. Crime has escalated and criminals have become emboldened. Now it’s time for Gotham’s answer to crime to introduce herself.”
She unzipped the sweatshirt and let it slide off her back. Then she pulled down her sweatpants and stepped out of them. She stepped to the side of the podium and struck a pose. She relished the sound of her name echoing through the speakers behind her. On impulse, she pointed to the words in yellow written across the top of her new costume. A murmur made its way across throughout the crowd.
“Meet ‘Batbitch’!” She shouted to the crowd.
For a full minute, Batbitch stood posing to let the audience take her in. When the crowd’s voices finally died down, she continued with her speech. “Gotham cannot be polite with criminals. Gotham needs criminals to fear its citizens’ retribution. I shall be that retribution.”
Batbitch paused to enjoy her audience’s reaction to her aggressive tone. She also paused to allow her orgasm to reach its climax. Savoring the moment, she gripped the side of the podium and looked out at the people staring at her. She licked her lips as she indulged her improper thoughts.
Unlike Batgirl’s first time cumming in public, Batbitch let herself relax as the vibrator edged her closer and closer to the inevitable climax. She barely even paused as she ever-so-subtly pushed her hips against the podium and let herself climax.
“To Gotham’s criminals, I want you to know this,” she smiled as she squeezed her thighs together to accentuate the vibrating sensation and fully indulge in her orgasm as her body shuddered in the thralls of her climax. “I’m coming for you! I’m coming for you hard!” Her voice had become passionate. “And I’m coming for you now!”
She licked her lips and flashed a coquettish smile to the crowd as she soaked her shorts with the sweet bliss of her completed orgasm. She almost winked at the crowd as she finished.
Cameras flashed throughout the audience as Batbitch let the people take in her words. She once again stepped to the side of the podium and struck a power-pose for reporters and fans. Then she stepped back behind the podium and continued her speech.
“But unlike Batgirl, Batbitch is going to fight for the rights of the common person. The wealthy have been extracting more than their fair share from the economy, and the common person deserves their share of that public wealth. Wealth redistribution will be part of Batbitch’s agenda. The wealth need to pay their fair share! Theft is not always the result of someone with a gun; it is more often the result of someone with privilege!”
The murmur became louder as Batbitch’s words settled on the crowd, and Batbitch’s arousal became stronger as the device between her thighs began vibrating at a more powerful setting.
“The honest and hardworking citizens of Gotham will benefit from Batbitch’s presence; the criminals and the takers will come to fear Batbitch’s presence.”
Batbitch had several more lines to go, but she quickly realized she would have to cut short her speech. A key aspect of the new costume was about to cause her some embarrassment: the absurdly high-cut shorts did not offer much protection from her reaction to the vibrator. Whereas the rubbery material of her skintight Batgirl pants would have partially hidden her orgasm, the thinner latex-like shorts could not contain the results of Batbitch’s orgasms. She began to feel a wetness creep down her thighs!
Moving quickly through the last few key points, Batbitch finished up with a flourish and opened up the press conference to questions. “I only have time to answer a few questions.” Batbitch looked out at the audience and pointed to a reporter from The Gotham Globe, an outlet that consistently painted Batgirl in a positive light.
“Bat…bitch, could you elaborate on your plans for Gotham’s criminals? As ‘Batgirl’, you were terrific in your efforts to help Gotham’s citizens feel safer. How will ‘Batbitch’ be different from Batgirl?”
Batbitch paused for a moment, then recalled the response Dr. Kinsey had reviewed with her. She smiled. It was quite helpful having an expert in human behavior to prepare her for such moments.
“Gotham does not need Batgirl hiding in the shadows of the night—it needs a more powerful force that criminals will fear, even during the day. When Batgirl first began, the goal was to give Gotham’s citizens hope for a better day. But hope is not enough. Gotham’s predators have evolved. They may be intimidated by Batgirl, but they do not fear her. So Batgirl has become something harder, something sharper, something…dangerous. So when they call me ‘Batbitch’, they will say my name with fear. I’m not here to play by the rules; I’m here to make new rules for Gotham’s underworld. The name may be a bit crass, but that makes me stronger, more unpredictable to Gotham’s criminals.”
She paused as Dr. Kinsey had instructed her.
“I’m Batbitch. And Gotham is mine to protect. Next question.”
As she fielded the next few questions, Eva proceeded to put Batbitch to the test. Dr. Kinsey’s toy had a modulator the previous vibrator did not, and when she initiated the setting, As she continued answering reporters’ questions, Batbitch felt herself climaxing yet again, and more forcefully than before. This would not have been a problem for Batgirl, but the tiny skintight black shorts had too little fabric to soak up her first climax. Her second orgasm risked exposing her impropriety. Her cum was already leaking from beneath the skimpy drenched material.
Batbitch tried to play it off in mid-speech: “But despite being a more intense force for good, Batbitch does have one common weakness with Batgirl—public speaking makes me sweat,” she said with a laugh as she rubbed her thighs behind the podium. The slick fluid spread smoothly on her skin, giving her legs a rather attractive shine. Even as she enjoyed her anti-patriarchal gesture, a third orgasm would be too much to hide. She did not put it past Dr. Kinsey to make her climax a third time. It was time to wrap up the press conference, and she opted to finish the conference with a rather vulgar gesture. Looking out at the pubic, she hesitated for a moment. Dr. Kinsey had insisted she needed to deliver this final line, yet deep inside Batbitch’s psyche was the prim and proper Barbara Gordon who was horrified at the thought. And had she been able to see herself doing what Dr. Kinsey had ordered, perhaps even Batbitch would not have done what she did.
But between the sexual bliss of two orgasms and the energy coursing through her veins from the Venox, Batbitch went ahead with the plan.
“And so to all of you who think Batbitch is too intense or too harsh, to those of you who would rather support the patriarchy and don’t like to see a strong woman in charge,” Batbitch stepped to the side of the podium and looked down at the crowd. “You can all suck me off!” Batbitch shouted as she grabbed her crotch and forcefully squeezed it.
The crowd was stunned. Then, to her surprise, an ear-shattering cheer came from the crowd. The masses loved it!
Batbitch smiled as she slowly walked down the steps. Cameras flashed as the crowd moved aside. Batbitch mounted her bike, making a point to adjust her skimpy shorts before mounting her motorcycle to allow a few cameras to capture a some quality cheesecake shots for her online fanboys. Then, as abruptly as she had arrived, Batbitch was gone.
While Supergirl discovered what Ms. Lai wanted from her, Barbara Gordon was working overtime. She maintained her work schedule at the library while increasing her vigilante ventures. Dr. Kinsey had been insistent she avoid any deviation in her usual work schedule to avoid creating any potential connection between Batbitch and Barbara. To help Barbara maintain her exhausting schedule, Eva had given her a good supply of the Viralis to keep her going strong. And the Viralis was exceedingly effective: Barbara found she could go days with very little sleep, and she noticed a surprising increase in her strength.
Within weeks, almost all crime had ceased throughout Gotham. Batbitch seemed to be everywhere. The slightest malfeasance ended with a battered, bruised and restrained criminal begging for police protection.
Most working-class citizens supported Batbitch—some even preferred the new attire and attitude. But the wealthy mostly sided with Vesper Fairchild’s perspective of the inexcusable conduct and over-sexualized costume. Gotham deserved a dignified superheroine, one of the caliber of the Maiden of Metropolis: Supergirl. The scarcity of superheroines and the rumors of Supergirl’s dark desires were ignored. The concern was with Batbitch’s progressive ideals conflicting with the upper class’s values. Gotham’s elite bristled when they heard Batbitch drop phrases such as “wealth redistribution” and “the wealthy need to pay their fair share” at her introductory press conference. But that was one of the lesser shocking aspect of the conference.
Batbitch’s introductory press conference took place in the same location as Batgirl’s erotic press conference two years before. And just as she had convinced Batgirl to use her device during the conference, Dr. Kinsey insisted Batbitch enjoy herself in a similar fashion, telling the superheroine she needed to embrace her edgier persona. Climaxing while delivering her speech would symbolize her contempt for the misogynist patriarchal demand for a superheroine to morally flawless. Superheroines’ sexuality was expected to reflect the values of the 1950s, even as Gotham’s elites ignored clubs like SuperheroineHQ, which were flourishing with parodied superheroines performing all manners of sexual acts for the pleasure of so many (including several of Batbitch’s harshest critics, as Barbara had noted from her recent performances at the club). It did not take much effort to convince Batbitch to go through with the gesture.
The press conference took place on a humid and sultry night. And despite her new bad-girl attitude, Batbitch could feel herself beginning to perspire as she prepared to take the stage. The crowd was somewhat surprising considering Batbitch had scheduled her press conference for 11 PM. She pulled up on her motorcycle in front of the stairs leading to City Hall just as the Gotham’s Clock Tower marked the hour.
Batbitch made a point to make her arrival abrupt to add to the shock factor. She dismounted her bike and strode up the steps before the crowd could move. The city lights glistened off of Batbitch’s matching black satin sweatpants and sweatshirt. Batbitch walked to the podium as reporters and fans jockeyed for the best positions to view the spectacle. The scene was more reminiscent of a concert than a press conference. Batbitch adjusted the microphone attached to the podium.
“Ohhhh!”
Dr. Kinsey had activated the vibrator lodged in Batbitch’s pussy. Despite anticipating Dr. Kinsey’s plan, she moaned in ecstasy directly into the mic.
But before the murmuring crowd could assess what had happened, Batbitch quickly moved into her introduction.
“…kayyy…thank you all for…coming…” her voice temporarily trailed off as she felt her arousal building; her double-entendre was directed to Dr. Kinsey, “…for coming out tonight. I wanted to address the rumors and speculations.”
Batbitch had already regained her composure. The vibrator was still effectively arousing her, but Dr. Kinsey’s efforts had rendered Batbitch in firm orgasm control. She continued with almost no distraction.
“Yes, I was Batgirl. And Batgirl was an important part of Gotham. But Batgirl and her polite demeanor had her limitations. Crime has escalated and criminals have become emboldened. Now it’s time for Gotham’s answer to crime to introduce herself.”
She unzipped the sweatshirt and let it slide off her back. Then she pulled down her sweatpants and stepped out of them. She stepped to the side of the podium and struck a pose. She relished the sound of her name echoing through the speakers behind her. On impulse, she pointed to the words in yellow written across the top of her new costume. A murmur made its way across throughout the crowd.
“Meet ‘Batbitch’!” She shouted to the crowd.
For a full minute, Batbitch stood posing to let the audience take her in. When the crowd’s voices finally died down, she continued with her speech. “Gotham cannot be polite with criminals. Gotham needs criminals to fear its citizens’ retribution. I shall be that retribution.”
Batbitch paused to enjoy her audience’s reaction to her aggressive tone. She also paused to allow her orgasm to reach its climax. Savoring the moment, she gripped the side of the podium and looked out at the people staring at her. She licked her lips as she indulged her improper thoughts.
Unlike Batgirl’s first time cumming in public, Batbitch let herself relax as the vibrator edged her closer and closer to the inevitable climax. She barely even paused as she ever-so-subtly pushed her hips against the podium and let herself climax.
“To Gotham’s criminals, I want you to know this,” she smiled as she squeezed her thighs together to accentuate the vibrating sensation and fully indulge in her orgasm as her body shuddered in the thralls of her climax. “I’m coming for you! I’m coming for you hard!” Her voice had become passionate. “And I’m coming for you now!”
She licked her lips and flashed a coquettish smile to the crowd as she soaked her shorts with the sweet bliss of her completed orgasm. She almost winked at the crowd as she finished.
Cameras flashed throughout the audience as Batbitch let the people take in her words. She once again stepped to the side of the podium and struck a power-pose for reporters and fans. Then she stepped back behind the podium and continued her speech.
“But unlike Batgirl, Batbitch is going to fight for the rights of the common person. The wealthy have been extracting more than their fair share from the economy, and the common person deserves their share of that public wealth. Wealth redistribution will be part of Batbitch’s agenda. The wealth need to pay their fair share! Theft is not always the result of someone with a gun; it is more often the result of someone with privilege!”
The murmur became louder as Batbitch’s words settled on the crowd, and Batbitch’s arousal became stronger as the device between her thighs began vibrating at a more powerful setting.
“The honest and hardworking citizens of Gotham will benefit from Batbitch’s presence; the criminals and the takers will come to fear Batbitch’s presence.”
Batbitch had several more lines to go, but she quickly realized she would have to cut short her speech. A key aspect of the new costume was about to cause her some embarrassment: the absurdly high-cut shorts did not offer much protection from her reaction to the vibrator. Whereas the rubbery material of her skintight Batgirl pants would have partially hidden her orgasm, the thinner latex-like shorts could not contain the results of Batbitch’s orgasms. She began to feel a wetness creep down her thighs!
Moving quickly through the last few key points, Batbitch finished up with a flourish and opened up the press conference to questions. “I only have time to answer a few questions.” Batbitch looked out at the audience and pointed to a reporter from The Gotham Globe, an outlet that consistently painted Batgirl in a positive light.
“Bat…bitch, could you elaborate on your plans for Gotham’s criminals? As ‘Batgirl’, you were terrific in your efforts to help Gotham’s citizens feel safer. How will ‘Batbitch’ be different from Batgirl?”
Batbitch paused for a moment, then recalled the response Dr. Kinsey had reviewed with her. She smiled. It was quite helpful having an expert in human behavior to prepare her for such moments.
“Gotham does not need Batgirl hiding in the shadows of the night—it needs a more powerful force that criminals will fear, even during the day. When Batgirl first began, the goal was to give Gotham’s citizens hope for a better day. But hope is not enough. Gotham’s predators have evolved. They may be intimidated by Batgirl, but they do not fear her. So Batgirl has become something harder, something sharper, something…dangerous. So when they call me ‘Batbitch’, they will say my name with fear. I’m not here to play by the rules; I’m here to make new rules for Gotham’s underworld. The name may be a bit crass, but that makes me stronger, more unpredictable to Gotham’s criminals.”
She paused as Dr. Kinsey had instructed her.
“I’m Batbitch. And Gotham is mine to protect. Next question.”
As she fielded the next few questions, Eva proceeded to put Batbitch to the test. Dr. Kinsey’s toy had a modulator the previous vibrator did not, and when she initiated the setting, As she continued answering reporters’ questions, Batbitch felt herself climaxing yet again, and more forcefully than before. This would not have been a problem for Batgirl, but the tiny skintight black shorts had too little fabric to soak up her first climax. Her second orgasm risked exposing her impropriety. Her cum was already leaking from beneath the skimpy drenched material.
Batbitch tried to play it off in mid-speech: “But despite being a more intense force for good, Batbitch does have one common weakness with Batgirl—public speaking makes me sweat,” she said with a laugh as she rubbed her thighs behind the podium. The slick fluid spread smoothly on her skin, giving her legs a rather attractive shine. Even as she enjoyed her anti-patriarchal gesture, a third orgasm would be too much to hide. She did not put it past Dr. Kinsey to make her climax a third time. It was time to wrap up the press conference, and she opted to finish the conference with a rather vulgar gesture. Looking out at the pubic, she hesitated for a moment. Dr. Kinsey had insisted she needed to deliver this final line, yet deep inside Batbitch’s psyche was the prim and proper Barbara Gordon who was horrified at the thought. And had she been able to see herself doing what Dr. Kinsey had ordered, perhaps even Batbitch would not have done what she did.
But between the sexual bliss of two orgasms and the energy coursing through her veins from the Viralis, Batbitch went ahead with the plan.
“And so to all of you who think Batbitch is too intense or too harsh, to those of you who would rather support the patriarchy and don’t like to see a strong woman in charge,” Batbitch stepped to the side of the podium and looked down at the crowd. “You can all suck me off!” Batbitch shouted as she grabbed her crotch and forcefully squeezed it.
The crowd was stunned. Then, to her surprise, an ear-shattering cheer came from the crowd. The masses loved it!
Batbitch smiled as she slowly walked down the steps. Cameras flashed as the crowd moved aside. Batbitch mounted her bike, making a point to adjust her skimpy shorts before mounting her motorcycle to allow a few cameras to capture a some quality cheesecake shots for her online fanboys. Then, as abruptly as she had arrived, Batbitch was gone.
