Kate had gotten home from her stock holders meeting, tired, she had been up since her alarm went off at 7 am. With only about 4 hours of sleep under her belt she donned her latex suit yet again. She then attached her cape, utility belt and finally fastened her mask on. SHe took her secret elevator down to where her Black custom Porshe was with the red bat emblem on the hood, with tinted window. She cruised out of her cave and onto the city streets, she wanted to follow up on a lead. Finally coming to Gotham's warehouse district she parked her car, getting out of it, she closed the door. Then Batwoman set the alarm as she scaled a fire escape and peered into a dirty skylight, leaning her volupuous frame against the glass investigating things.
Directly below the skylight, the Riddler was half-bent over several large blueprints and other documents scattered across the surface of a low, rickety desk. His usual suit was absent, and in its place he wore his own bottle-green latex bodysuit, covered in question marks and topped off with a familiar green bowler hat. The arch-criminal seemed totally oblivious to Batwoman's presence, occasionally standing upright to move around the table when something else caught his attention, but never once looking up or even into the darkness of the warehouse that surrounded him. To all appearances, he was lost in his own diabolical little world.
Suddenly, Riddler paused. Taking one end of the table in his hands, he began to drag it aside awkwardly, until it was no longer directly under the skylight. Beneath the table was revealed an old, mattress that had been sawed to fit concealed below the large piece of furniture. He waved his hands forward, and two hulking thugs stepped out into the light, carrying between them another mattress which they laid on top of the first.
Riddler then looked up at the skylight, directly into Batwoman's face, and grinned. It happened about a split-second before a massive blow from behind forced the vigilante's body through the glass of the skylight and down through the open air of the high-ceilinged warehouse, plummeting to the floor far below.
Batwoman watched intently as the Riddler was preoccupied with whatever plan he was scheming, studying his blue prints. She pondered exactly what he was doing, her eyes watching him as she suddenly noticed him pull the desk aside. "What are you up to Riddler?" Batwoman spoke softly seeing the sawed in half matress below, she arched her back up as she saw the two larger henchmen walk into view and lay a second Matress down ontop of the first. And then he looked up at her and smirked, he had known she was there all along. Before she could act she was slammed from behind, a hard thrust to her shoulders sending her through the skylight.
'Uhhhhhhhhhh. Noooooooo.'
Not being able to protect herself, several shards of glass slicing through her costume here and there as she plummeted to the ground below. Batwoman's body flailed through the air, she twisted as good as possible, her body landing half on the matress, her hips dangling over it. She had been momentarily stunning, she grasped her head, as her hand removed any pieces of glass that sliced through her costume. She looked up to the Riddler as his henchmen approached, she did a open palmed strike to the first's chin.
The first of Riddler's hirelings staggered backward as the open-palm strike connected with his chin. The second continued to close in, his arms spread wide as though he were going to try to tackle Batwoman, but a swift kick to the midsection likewise sent him reeling away. But the two lowlifes had served their purpose: they had provided the distraction Riddler needed to steal in close, his cane at the ready. Even as the vigilante was recovering from the kick and readying herself for the next attack, the Prince of Puzzles darted forward, jabbing the head of his cane into her ribs, near a long, ragged cut in her latex bodysuit.
With the flick of a button, an incapacitating electrical charge was released from the cane directly into Batwoman's luscious form. As she writhed and spasmed against the voltage being poured into her body, the Riddler allowed himself another small grin. It wouldn't be enough to knock her out, of course--he wanted her conscious for what was to come. It probably wouldn't even be sufficient to cause her to lose all voluntary muscle control. But it would definitely stun her, weaken her. And that was all he really needed to accomplish right then.
And if it didn't, well, there was always the old fashioned way. A part of Riddler did have to admit, he relished getting down and dirty with this delectably feminine crimefighter.
'aaaarrrrgghhhhhhhhh'
Batwoman arched her back as the electrical charge cursed through her perfectly toned body. Her nipples hardening fully due to the electricty going through her, biting her lower lip as she fell to her knees.
'Ri...Riddler.....yo....your...g...going d...down."
Batwoman struggled as her vision started to fade she balled up her right hand into a fist a swung not a particularly hard swing but hopefully one that would break contact with the cane frying her. Her fist connected with the Riddlers latex covered cock, as her muscles gave out on her and she fell onto her right side. Her body laid there twitching as his cane fell to the ground and the Riddler fell and clutched his manhood. Kate knew she was in a horrible prediciment, she didn't know exactly how many were in the warehouse nor what condition they were in she remebered at least three henchment, two she had taken out, or at least hurt and then the Riddler himself. She moved her left arm barely, touching the ground she started to crawl away, hoping to regain use of her limbs fast, her heavy cape weighing her body bown.
"uhhh, need, to, g..et away...'
Although Batwoman's punch might not have had very much force behind it, the point of impact was more than sufficently tender to send the Riddler to his knees, clutching at his battered manhood and breaking his cane's contact with the beleaguered vigilante. Through the tears welling in his eyes, the arch-criminal glared at the she-bat as she attempted to crawl away, her heavy cloak dragging along the dusty floor of the warehouse. Using his cane to brace himself, Riddler awkwardly struggled back up to a basically standing position, though the pain between his legs still caused him to hunch over in discomfort.
Hobbling up behind her, the criminal mastermind opted for a less subtle approach. As he neared, he drew back his foot and then drove a hard kick up between the crawling heroine's legs. Batwoman collapsed almost immediately, gasping in pain, her hands moving to protect her injured core. All but snarling, the Riddler delivered another solid kick to her ribs, forcing her onto her back. He then collapsed hard on her stomach, straddling her belly to pin her in place.
"Naughty, naughty," he hissed, pain still evident in his voice. "If you can't play nice, we'll have to put you in time out." His expression twisting into an expression that fell somewhere between a grimace and a smirk, Riddler patted Batwoman's full right breast arrogantly, then reached back to her waist to begin fumbling with her utility belt. First that would have to go. Then they could take their time with the curvaceous redhead. After a while, she might even begin to enjoy it--though that wasn't strictly essential to what Riddler had in mind.
'ahhhhhhhhhhh. ughhhhhhhhhh.'
First the pain erupted in Batwoman's core as the strike came crushing her skin tight latex into her sexy folds, then the sharp kick to her ribs where the electricity had just moments before been applied. Her hands went down to her hurting pussy as the Riddler came crashing down on her stomach. pinning her completely. The patting of her breast caused Batwoman to sigh briefly more so out of shock than anything.
*gasp*
Then her belt was pulled and tossed away from her trapped curvacious form.
"M....my belt...n...noooo."
Still holding her pussy she tried to shift her weight, her body in painfrom all of the assualy from the Riddler.
"Oh yes, bitch," Riddler gloated, wiggling his ass tauntingly as he pressed down on Batwoman's stomach. "Without your belt, you're just another helpless little girl who wandered into the wrong side of town. Believe me, I'll enjoy showing you exactly how helpless you are."
With her arms also mostly pinned under his weight, cradling her battered pussy, Riddler had more or less free rein to do as he pleased. Even when the vigilante began to struggle underneath him, she couldn't quite manage to throw him off--she was still too disoriented, too weak. He decided to enjoy his dominant position for a few moments rather than deliver the coup de grace right away. His gloved hands traveled down to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the firm orbs, his thumbs flicking over her nipples still hard from her previous electrocution.
"So warm," he cooed down to her, his eyes narrowing behind his domino mask. "So soft. I'm going to have a lot of fun with these big breasts of yours, Batwoman. So much fun I might even put off killing you for a while."
"I am not....uh....helpless.....you aren't doing anything to me...."
Batwoman squirmed as much as she could, under the Riddler's weight. Her eyes widened from behind her mask as the Riddler started to squeeze her breasts. She had ignored her bodies pleasures since becoming Batwoman nearly ten years ago. SHe moved her head back and forth as her nipples hardened even further under his touch.
'Nnnnnn. Stop Riddler, don't....."
She moved her legs as much as possible trying to bring her knees up to strike the Riddler from behind to throw him off of her so she could recouperate, to retaliate.
"Stop what?" Riddler mocked, twisting Batwoman's erect nipples between his fingers with a touch of viciousness. "Stop thi--oof!" He grunted loudly as one of her flailing knees struck him hard in the back. Glowering down at his captive, he rose up on his knees then dropped down suddenly on her stomach, driving the wind out of her for a few moments. He then leaned back to hook his elbow around her long right leg at the knee, dragging it up until it was nearly perpendicular to the ground. Hanging on to her writhing leg as best he could, Riddler reached back with his other hand, fingers sliding over her lower belly and lower, until he reached the hands guarding her pussy.
Riddler roughly forced his hand beneath hers and began clawing at the soft folds concealed beneath the skintight bodysuit, his fingers digging inside her. There was nothing even remotely gentle in his touch, his stroking, clutching hand as intent on creating pain as pleasure.
"If you can't sit still and take what I'm giving you like a good little Batslut, then I'll just have to rip you wide open. Is that what you want?"
'uhhhh. no, my nipples...'
Her head snapped up along with her upper body as the Riddler fully body weight came down into her stomach.
'arrrgghhhhhh.'
With her leg practically straight up she struggled as the Riddlers fingers gouged into her pussy forcing her latex into her body, he pulled hard upwards and starts stroking her pussy.
'aaahhhhhhhhh, nnnooo, ohhhhhh. Stop please...."
Batwoman needed to buy time to stop his assualt to try to get away, her body was starting to react to his attentions as much as it revolted her. With her free leg she brought it up and struck him in his side, hoping it did not backfire.
So focused had the Riddler become on penetrating Batwoman's body with his fingers that he completely neglected how close he had drifted toward her free leg. Her sudden kick came totally without warning, and though it was awkward, it was still powerful enough to send him lurching to one side off of the vigilante's body. He went crashing onto his side on the floor with a loud grunt.
Scrambling back to his feet, the arch-criminal quickly returned to his would-be victim, who seemed to still have quite a lot of fight left in her.
"So, you like to play rough, do you?" he sneered, reaching down to grab a handful of long red hair. "Well so do I. We'll see who has the stamina for it."
Riddler hauled back with his arm, straining to pull Batwoman back to her feet where he could begin working her over again, although this time in a far more punishing way.
Batwoman was relieved for a moment, she could breathe fully and pulled her latex out of her pussy, only to see the Riddler grasp her long red hair and twist it and pull her harshly to her feet.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh. Fucker..."
She took a swing at him landing a punch in his shoulder, followed by a knee to his stomach. Although the Riddler had a hold of her hair and she was bent over she could still fight back somewhat. She attempted another knee to his stomach.
The punch to his shoulder was an annoyance at best, but the knee driving up into his gut gave the Riddler pause for a moment. Pain and nausea flared deep in his abdomen, but he managed to block the following knee with his hand somewhat. Twisting his body sharply to one side, he wrenched Batwoman forward by the hair, dragging her in a wide circle to build momentum before suddenly releasing her to send her body crashing into one of the solid wooden support beams nearby.
He was upon her again in an instant, one palm holding her head back by the chin against the unyielding surface of the pylon while the other drove two hard punches into her toned stomach. Grabbing the crimefighter by the shoulders, Riddler tried to spin her around, and drive her breasts hard against the wood.
"Fucking bitch," he snarled. "We'll see how much fight you have left once I've beaten you to a pulp and ruined you."
Batwoman screamed in pain as her body slammed into the wood support beam, her arms and legs flailing outward she slid down slightly only stopping herself short, then sliding back up as the Riddler was on her. His hand on her chin holding her as she coughed up saliva into his hand as the hard punches landed into her toned stomach.
'uggghhhhh.'
The she was flipped around and rammed into the beam, her large breasts crushed into the unforgiving beam.
'ahhhhhhh nnnnnnnnn.'
Her mind was racing from the pain. She knew what he mean by beating her to a pulp, but what did he mean by ruining her.
"nnn, I d..don't.....hurt me...."
She needed to buy herself more time, she coughed up a little blood, it trickled down her chin.
Although Riddler did enjoy the sound of her begging, he was hardly about to let up on Batwoman so easily. He knew how resilient these bats were; even the female variety were damnably hard to hurt, much less kill. Too many of them had turned the tables on him when he had relented in a moment of charity. Not this time.
"I don't think so. Not until you're properly tenderized." Still holding the vigilante by the shoulders, he began scraping her large breasts back and forth roughly against the wood, dragging the sides of each fleshy swell against the sharp corners with malicious regularity. When he'd had enough of that, he threw another punch into her back and grabbed her cape in his hands, using it to yank Batwoman away from the wall and swing her around again, this time releasing her to go stumbling into the table he had moved to one side just a few minutes before.
"Tenderized?!?!?!"
Was all Batwoman got out as the Riddler drug her body over the rough edges of the wooden beam, tearing through her latex costue, scrapping up her large mounds, exposing more of her flesh, including bits of her hard nipples.
"nnnnnnnnnhhhhnnnnnnnnn."
Suddenly she was pulled away by her cape and swung around several times, getting dizzy and disoriented as she was sent sailing, finally toppling onto the table sprawled out cape over her head, large round firm ass in perfect view for every one in the room as she let out a disoriented moan.
"uhhhhhhhhhhhhh."
Batwoman, trying to get her barrings she places her hands on the table.
Though Batwoman's costume had developed some interesting new tears, Riddler knew it was still too early to admire the view. Which was why he immediately threw her against the table, keeping her battered and off-balance enough for him to maintain the upper hand. However, as she fell against the table, her cape bunching up around her shoulders, the arch-criminal couldn't help but pause momentarily at the excellent presentation of the vigilante's round ass.
Truly a sight to behold.
Grinning wolfishly, the Riddler stalked up behind her, pressing her face back against the table with one hand positioned against the back of her head and another on her right shoulder. He drove his hips up against her ass, his latex-encased cock straining to get at the Batwoman's oh-so-near pussy.
Batwoman's head was shoved hard into the table, she felt the Riddler's hard cock pressing against her latex, trying to find her latex protected pussy.
'Uhhhhhhhh, Stop..."
She struggled, and squirmed under his weight, pressing up trying to push her smashed breasts off the table to get a breathe of air. and to get his errection away from her. She placed one foot soundly on the ground, while the other leg was draped over the table she tried to push off the table. She sent a elbow backwards trying to attack the Riddler.
Batwoman's struggling and squirming was an incredible turn on for the Riddler, and he could feel his cock growing harder where it pressed against he writhing body. His eyes narrowed into lust-filled slits as he attempted to control the crimefighter, but she still had quite a lot of fight left in her. This was evidenced mere moments later when she braced herself against the table and threw an elbow back, catching the arch-criminal squarely in the ribs. Grunting in pain, he fell away from her to the side, reaching out as he fell to grab a hold of her heavy cape so she could not get away.
As he began to recover, Riddler began yanking hard on that cape, attempting to break the clasps holding it around Batwoman's shoulders and expose her sleek, feminine form, now straining to be contained within her torn latex bodysuit. His own had only suffered a few minor rips so far, but was not nearly as worse for wear. That thought made him smile faintly as he pulled more violently on his opponent's cape.
'Ackkkkkkk.'
Batwoman grabbed the table as she was being strangld by her own cape, she reached up and unclasped it, letting it go with the Riddler into a heap on the floor. She rubbed her neck as she slid off of the table and began to put some distance between herself and her attackers. Her shapely sexy body now exposed within her latex body suit with several tears over her breasts from earlier.
She grasped her side where the Riddler had electrocuted her, it hurt like a bitch. Her body was still tingling, she could hear the sounds of the violent storm outside. She got to one of the doors, she knew that if she went outside the feeling of the rain striking her would drive her skin tight over heated body insane, but which would be worse, fighting four or more men or try to escape.
She got outside into a alley way the water pounding off her suit, rolling down her lucious curves, she placed her hands on her knees trembling as each and every drop brought on a new sensation. 'ohhhhhhhh....."
She straightened her self and walked over to a barrel full of water, waist high she leaned up against it, hoping to stay out of the warehouse and away from the Riddler and his men.
When Batwoman unexpected loosened her cape herself, the surprised Riddler went stumbling backwards to the floor, landing awkwardly on his ass. By the time he managed to right himself again, the vigilante had escaped the warehouse. He glared at his men, who were beginning to come around from their earlier encounters with the vigilante. "Get out there, you imbeciles!" he yelled. "I want her found! She's not going to get away this time!"
At his order, the thugs scattered, each one taking a different exit. As chance would have it, Riddler picked the one that Batwoman had taken moments before, and it wasn't long before he discovered the heroine slouching over a rain barrel in the alley. The falling droplets from the passing summer storm pattered against his latex bodysuit, like strange, cool fingers tapping against his skin, but this was no time for distraction. He needed to capitalize on his opponent's momentary lapse in attention.
Stealing up behind her, Riddler pressed his lean form up close against Batwoman's all-but-bare back, his arms snaking beneath hers and hands clasping together behind her head in a full nelson. "Looks like you didn't run quite far enough," he gloated behind her. "Time to leave you breathless, Batbitch." With that, he pushed foward against her, attempting to bend Batwoman over so that her face would be submerged in the water filling the rusty barrel.
Batwoman had been placed in a full nelson she struggled as her head went closer to the rusty barrel full of water, "no, ughhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmfffhhhhhhhhhh." Barely able to take a breath as her head was submerged into the rain water. Her body struggling, Batwoman looked around in the darkness, the water was hot, her body thrashed, her legs were up in the air, she had no leverage.
As Batwoman's face disappeared for a few moments beneath the surface of the water, her struggles intensified, the heroine finding herself suddenly deprived of precious oxygen. Her feet unable to gain purchase on the ground, she writhed and fought for every precious gasp of air she could steal, sexy round ass grinding and pushing against the Riddler's hips. All the stimulation was beginning to affect the criminal mastermind, his eyes glazing slightly as his breathing grew harder with his efforts to keep the vigilante under. Soon, he was rubbing and sliding his hard cock between her thighs, his distraction giving Batwoman an opening to catch another quick breath here and there as the two fought.
Batwoman was able to pull her face out of the water, her long read hair stuck to her face and costume as she coughed out water and gasped out air, feeling the Riddler grind his hard cock against her thighs, the very real thought that she could be raped tonight crept into her mind.
She started to twist and turn on the barrel hoping to over turn it. Her body offering so many sexy views, as her ass bobbed infront of the Riddler, she continued to struggle, kicking her legs every which way, hoping to hit something.
With all the views he was getting of Batwoman's delectable figure, Riddler was no longer quite certain whether he wanted to kill her or take her right there in the alley. Her intentions, of course, were obvious: she was fighting him with everything she had. Somehow, that just made her even more appetizing to him.
The vigilante began kicking and flailing, attempting to dislodge him or overturn the rain barrel. For his part, the Riddler strained to hold her in place. As her legs spread wide in one particularly determined effort, he bore down on her harder, bending her farther over the lip of the rain barrel. But his purpose wasn't so much to drown her anymore as to bring her cunt to his cock. Once he could feel her core pressed to his rigid shaft, Riddler began to drive up into her, attempting to force her lips apart through the thin layers of latex that separated them.
Batwoman struggled even more as she felt her legs spread wide, she took another breath as her face was submerged. She suddenly started to thrash even more she she felt the tip of the Riddler's hard cock against her latex covered pussy, feeling her lips spreading open. She growled, her eyes widdened as she knew that he was indeed trying to rape her. She tried to twist her body anything to prevent him entering her, even though they both had latex covering it was the thought of being penetrated by him, by a man.
It was difficult to both keep Batwoman under control and keep his cock aligned with her latex-covered pussy. Trying to juggle all these objectives eventually proved more than the Riddler could handle at once, and one particularly fierce twist by the vigilante sent both of them tumbling the the ground, and the rain barrel along with them. Their bodysuits were soon soaked as the water came pouring out over them. Relinquishing his hold, Riddler tried to pull Batwoman over onto her back and straddle her once more, intent on dominating--and then having--her luscious body.
'ahhhhhhh...ughhhhhhh.......'
Batwoman came crashing down besides the Riddler, the rain waters covering both of them. Batwoman's arms had been free, though she felt the Riddlers hands upon her soaking wet suit, it felt so good, the feelings even if she detested him. she squirmed away easily, and rolled to her side taking a swing at him, landing a weak punch to his stomach. It was not much but enoth for her to crawl a few feet away, and get to her feet. She ran towards the other end of the alley way though it would bring her straight by the door she just came out of.
The weak punch to the stomach caused no serious damage, but it did stun Riddler long enough for Batwoman to slink away and regain her feet. He was up and after her again in moments, but with the lead she'd already gained it was unlikely he'd manage to catch up to her very quickly. Fortunately, that point was rendered moot when the door through which they'd both entered the alley swung open again, revealing one of the Riddler's Riddle-Men, equipped with a larger, cruder version of the villains trademark cane. He swung this at Batwoman as she approached, the curving head crackling with electrical current.
Whether the clumsy brute would manage to hit her or not was debatable, but he would likely slow her down long enough for the Riddler to catch up. That was the sole consideration of import.
Batwoman had seen the door swing open, but the cane coming towards her she did not, stopping short of the door her body in a puddle as the cane touched her flesh of her partly exposed nipple. She screamed as the current flowed through her. Her body shook violently as she grabbed the cane, her body trembling and shaking, her back arching as she crumpled towards the ground. Beaten and physically forced into submission for now, she slowly blacked out.
With Batwoman now completely unconscious, the Riddler wasted little time capitalizing on her plight. With the help of his thug, he dragged her limp body back inside the warehouse, then dismissed his hirelings as he wished to work on the vigilante in private. Locating a stack of pallets, he draped Batwoman's insensate form over them so that her arms dangled over one side and her legs over the other, her breasts compressed against the rough wood while her ass stuck out for his enjoyment.
Riddler then located a length of barbed wire which he uncoiled and threaded carefully through the bottom of the stacked pallets. He wrapped Batwoman's left leg fom nearly ankle to calf in the brutal wire with one end, pulling the rest through underneath to wrap her wrists securely as well before bringing the rest of it back through underneath to secure her other ankle. With her arms and legs thus constrained, and her every struggle bound to produce sheer agony, the Riddler smiled.
He then dropped to his knees behind Batwoman and began lapping at her pussy with his tongue, fully expecting her to wake sooner or later under his attentions.
Batwoman moaned lightly she squirmed a little feeling her pussy starting to get moist, she was so groggy, her mind was still trying to figure things out. One thing she knew though was a tongue pushing into her pussy, spreading her lips, and licking her. The feelings were magnificent. For a moment her eyes closed not remembering where she was, 'ohhhhhhhh, mmmmm, yesss baby....'
Batwoman then blinked her eyes open and looked around, 'nnnnn,' She struggled with the barbed wire not realizing what it was, it ripping through her latex and into her wrists and ankles, 'arrggghhhhh!!!!!'
'Nn, no, Riddler, oh, uhhhh, stop this now, release me..."
Batwoman's ass moved and jiggled near him as she vainly tried anything but then feeling her blood start to flow she stopped. "You might be a villan Riddler," The fear crept into her mind that he was going to rape her.
"You can't cross this line, beating and breaking me is one thing, which you have not done yet...but rape, Riddler that's one line that is not crossed, you can't...you'd ruin me...."
"Ruin you?" Riddler mused, his lapping tongue pausing intermittently as he spoke. "But didn't I promise to do exactly that?" He ran his tongue over Batwoman's moistening pussy vigorously, licking her up and down as his hands moved to her ass to hold her still as he ate her out through the latex of her costume. Finally, something seemed to occur to him, and his stood, giving her butt a firm smack with his open palm as he moved around the pallet stack to her face.
Bending over so they were at eye-level he said, "But thank you for reminding me. I suppose I have been kind of neglectful of that other part. You just look so good in that costume of yours ..." Riddler licked his lips, then suddenly seized Batwoman by the back of the head and drove her face into the wood of the pallets suddenly once ... twice ... three times, before finally standing up straight and pulling her cheek against his erection.
"Get used to the way this feels, slut," he hissed. "You'll be feeling a lot more of it very soon." Releasing his grip on her hair to let her skull flop on her neck as it would, he moved around behind her once again, placing his fingers between her thighs and teasing her slit.
Batwoman closed her eyes as she felt him continue to lick away at her aching pussy as he continued to eat her out grabbing a hold of her ass. 'uhhhhhhhh stop..."
She listened as he spoke to her, suddenly he struck her ass. 'uhhhhhh. asshole...' She looked at him as they were staring face to face.
:Oh Fuck I did remind him of ruining me.:: She remembered, watching him lick his lips she spit in his face as he grabbed her head and rammed her hard into the pallet three times. 'Uhhhhhhhhh." She tried to turn her face as he pressed his cock into her cheek telling her to get used to it. ::Oh if he thought he was going to stick that thing in her mouth and she was going to do anything but bite it, he was so wrong:: She thought to herself as blood trickled from her face. Her head flopped down and hit the pallet hard as he walked around her yet again. 'uhhhhhhh."
Batwoman then felt the Riddler teasing her slit with his fingers. 'uhhhhhhhhh ahhhhh. stop Riddler....."
She struggled her mind wracked with pain, and her body slowly starting to react to his attentions, she cursed herself, have deprived herself of any sexual contact for so long.
"I am not ugh...a slut..."
"Oh, really?" Riddler returned, ignoring her demands that he stop but answering her protest at being called a slut. "This," he said, driving two fingers into the latex covering her pussy, forcing the slick material inside her again and again, "says differently. This says you can't get enough."
The arch-criminal knelt down behind Batwoman again, admiring her core even as he explored it with his probing fingers. "You should try to enjoy it," he advised with a laugh. "The more you fight me, the more uncomfortable this is going to be. Besides, it's not as though you don't want it. Your pussy is practically begging to be fucked."
So saying, he buried his face between her legs again, tonguing her roughly and teasing over her lips with his teeth. He held Batwoman's legs apart with his hands, forcing her pale skin against the jagged wire even as he pleasured her cunt.
*G-A-S-P*
Batwoman bent upwards at the Riddler shoving his fingers deep inside her, she rarely even used toys. THe bared wire dug into her wrists, his words were lost upon her as her mind was hit with the erotic assualt.
'S...S...Stop this noo. ohhh, nooooo."
Her body arched as much as she could, her body betraying her she bit her lower lip, as she felt herself building up then she screamed from the touch of the Riddler's mouth after the finger fucking.
'Nnnnoooooooooooo."
She screamed as she orgasmed hard, her juices hitting her latex suit, the warmth hitting the Riddler's tongue only the thin material seperating his juices and his tongue. Batwoman laid there her body shaking and quivering.
"No..No..No...."
The sudden rush of heat against his tongue and Batwoman's quivering tension told Riddler everything he needed to know: the bat had cum, and she'd cum hard. Her pussy would be tender now and very sensitive; it would be easy to keep her dancing on the edge of ecstasty, pleasuring her luscious body even as he tortured her.
He pulled his face away. "Yes," he said. "Yes, yes." Chuckling, he stood upright, fingers dancing over the warmth of her core briefly before he moved away from her. Riddler returned just a few moments later, bending down across Batwoman's back so that she could feel his stiff cock pressing into her firm ass. Reaching forward, he held a straight-edged razor in front of her face, allowing her to view her only bloody reflection in its gleaming metal surface. "Now I'm going to carve that costume right off your back," he said. "I wouldn't move around too much if I were you. My hands are very steady, but you never now when I might slip ..."
Chuckling, he pulled back, dragging the fine edge of the metal lightly over the skin-tight material at her shoulder, which immediately peeled away from her skin leaving the porcelain white flesh beneath unmarked ... for now.
Kate's body finished quivering as she heard the Riddler chuckling as he said ye over and over, she just laid there, there was noting she could do as she felt him pull his tongue out of her pussy. Was it over, she had came hard, maybe he would just beat her and dump so they would fight another day. She then felt his hard cock against her latex covered, tight ass.
"uhhhhhhhhh. That is a entra......"
Her eyes went wide as he spoke next, showing her the razor blade, she saw her bloodied face for the first time, a very very sick feeling washed over her as he moved the razor away. She felt her costume being cut, it peeling away the hot outside air hitting her hot sweaty skin.
"Riddler, stop, you don't need to do this, just untie me, let me go."
"Oh, we're well past the point of reason, my dirty little batwhore," Riddler laughed. "Besides, I don't think you've had nearly enough yet. Not if you're still this coherent." He carefully cut a small triangle of latex from her back, just below her shoulder blade, leaning down to lick at her sweaty skin. "Remember, it's very important that you don't move ..." he crooned.
Before putting the razor to her again, he placed the middle two fingers of his left hand over her throbbing pussy, rubbing the slippery material of her cum-soaked costume over her clit. He wondered if the fear of being cut or the ecstasy of being touched in such an intimate way would win out. It was a theory he quickly put to the test, stroking her one last time as he located the zipper at her back. With surgical precision, he began cutting around it, removing a strip of latex about an inch wide between the base of her neck and the alluring curve of her ass. He then began cutting into the material around it, removing much smaller pieces with agonizing slowness, pausing between each swipe of the blade to caress her quivering cunt.
"I am not a whore.....and not yours...."
She gasped as she felt the blade cut away at a piece on her back and then his tongue. She shivered at the touch of his wet tongue to her sweaty flest, she scrunched her face in revulsion at the act.
She then felt his fingers move over her throbbing quivering pussy, her neck snapped backwards at the touch.
'ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.'
With each cut, he rubbed her cunt, a moan escaped her mouth, not voluntarilly, just reactionary.
"s....stop....your....doing...things t..to me...no....uhhhhhhhhh.'
Her breathing rapid, her chest heaving, her pussy getting wet, staying moist, she could not believe this was happening, what all was he going to do to her, would she even live after he was done, would she want too?
"That's the general idea," Riddler laughed, driving his fingers deeper into the bound Batwoman. With her back now mostly bare, he moved farther down, sliding the metal between her thighs. "Keep very, very still," he murmured. "I'd hate to cut into anything delicate by accident." With that he began slicing into her costume again, cutting a wide circle that began at her inner thigh and eventually just a little over halfway up her ass, around to the opposite thigh, and just above her overstimulated pussy. At first, her cum held the material in place even after the cut was finished, but he soon peeled it away, exposing her sex to the hot, oppressive air of the warehouse.
Holding the cum-soaked material in his hand for a moment, he leaned over Batwoman again, allowing her to feel his latex-covered erection pressing between her naked lips, and held the material in front of her face. "Just look at the mess you made," he taunted. "You should be thanking me for not leaving you stewing in your own juices." Laughing, he pressed the moist latex into her face, rubbing the warm cum all over Batwoman's mouth and nose and cheeks.
"See how hot you are already? And I've barely even started with you." Suddenly the razor was under her throat. "I don't think we should let it go to waste, do you? Lick it clean."
Kate felt the sole area that had given her any protection being cut away along with her ass now with her ass and entire back naked, there was nothing protecting her. She gasped as the Riddler peeled it away a sopping wet noise going along with it, her pussy lips stretching some, and then she felt his rock hard errection pressing into her pussy, spreading her lips, the latex sliding into her. Another moan escaped her lips, as well as a small whimper as she saw the soaking wet piece of latex in front of her, he smeared it all over her skin and mouth as he spoke to her.
"Just look at the mess you made, You should be thanking me for not leaving you stewing in your own juices. See how hot you are already? And I've barely even started with you."
Suddenly the razor was under her throat. "I don't think we should let it go to waste, do you? Lick it clean."
Batwoman's lower lip quivered seeing the mess of her juices, but she couldnt say no, she opened her mouth, her own juices alread force upon her, she started to lick it clean. Was she indeed a slut, no she was being forced to do all of this, or she would likely be murdered.
"Lick it," Riddler repeated breathlessly, his cock grinding against Batwoman's bare pussy, slickening the tight material of his own costume with her juices. "Drink it all down, you fucking slut." Moaning with intense arousal, the arch-criminal pressed the scrap of costume into his captive's face brutally, forcing the straining head of his erection against her lips in a rough regular rhythm that caused the stack of pallets to creak back and forth.
Finally, he couldn't take anymore. The normally cerebral villain was completely consumed with lust and the illicit thrill of torturing Batwoman sexually. He dropped both the latex rag and his razor, rearing back to unzip the front of his costume. His aching shaft sprung free almost immediately, and the Riddler grabbed Batwoman's shoulders in a tight, nearly painful grip as he drove himself into her wet cunt fully, his first thrust nearly forceful enough to overturn the pallets entirely.
Batwoman licked away, swallowing all of her juices as she took them into her mouth. THe words hurt just as the revulsion of drinking her own juices did. She grunted as he shoved the ruined pieces hard into her face, 'Uh uh. mmmmmmm" She was being degraded totaly and there was nothing she coyuuld do about it, the feeling of the Riddler pressing harder nad harder into her thrusting as the pallets creaked, and the barbed wire cut deeper into her. "Arrgghhh, stop, hurting me stop." She spoke as he suddenly dropped the rzor and scraps, she then heard what she was dreading, him unzipping his costume, she felt him grab her shoulders. But before she could say anything his rock hard unprotected cock was plunged deep into her cunt.
"Noooooooooo, ughhhhhh, Riddler nooooo."
She screamed at him as he thrist all the way into her extremely tight cunt, so tight it squeezed him, it was happening, he was inside her. She was being raped, if he pulled out before he came, maybe just degrade her, cover her face. Allsick thoughts but not in her cunt, she felt the breaking of the pallets, the cutting of barbed wire into her porcieln colored skin deeper, coloring her red in blood.
She was tight, so tight it was almost painful to be so deep inside her. Riddler's brow furrowed as he pressed into her again and again, determined to break her, to dominate every part of her body and mind. His grip on her shoulders grew tight enough to bruise as he pounded his cock into Batwoman's wet pussy, her pleas and protests lost on him at first as he concentrated on maintainig his savage tempo.
Eventually, though, her words got through, causing Riddler to scowl in rage. "Shut up," he hissed. "Shut up. Shut up. SHUT UP!" All but bellowing down at her, the arch-criminal grabbed for the longest strip of latex, the one he had carved from her zipper, and lashed it around Batwoman's throat. He yanked the improvised strap across her neck from behind, pulling back hard until it stretched her upper body taught between the strangling latex and the pitilessly sharp wire binding her wrists at the base of the pile of pallets. Her back arched painfully at the ruthless pressure, and every hard thrust he made behind her had to be putting excruciating pressure on her spine. Riddler didn't care. He was lost in a frenzy of lust. He was going to fuck this miserable slut until she was begging for more ... or until her body could not longer take the abuse.
Batwoman was being straggled and stretched backwards after hearing the Riddler screaming at her to shut up. The piece of latex cracked around her neck like a whip, her body was screaming in agony, tears streaming from the pain of the stretching and her own rape. Her back she could feel it cracking, her neck too.
'ieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.'
SHe just screamed and sobbed as she was raped, blood flowing flesh tearing as her body was mericly pulled backwards harder and was forced forward with each thrust, he was riding her like she was a animal, he did indeed want to break her totally. Her pussy was so tight around his long hard shaft, each thrust was a new pang of pain and pleasure. She hated it. She sobbed her hair a wreck, her body beaten but far from broken, she forced her body to lean forward, trying ot fight through the pain, to maybe break free, or would a crashing fall to the floor cause a new and more dealy situation. Batwoman did not think that through.
Lost in his intense thrusts against Batwoman's tight cunt, the Riddler grew increasingly oblivious to his situation. A maniacal gleam entered his eye as he tightened the cord encircling her throat; he would fuck her until her back broke, until her neck snapped, until she was completely broken. Fury powered the movement of his hips as they slammed against her ass, and he barely noticed that she had regained enough presence of mind to begin pushing her bodyweight forward ...
... at least, not until a particularly violent stroke sent them and the stacked pallets crashing to the floor. Their falling bodies wrecked the already weakened wood, spilling both hero and villain upon the floor in a tangle of limbs, splinters, and cutting wire. Riddler slipped out of Batwoman's pussy and rolled to one side, grimacing as several unidentifiable but very sharp things dug into his back. With a growl, he leaned up on his arm and reached for her again ...
'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.'
Batwoman crashed to the floor, entagled in the barbed wire and broken pieces of wood, she was face first into the concrete floor, the remained of her suit falling from her body in the front uncovering her breasts as she rolled to her side in agony as she sobbed lightly.
She noticed the Riddler reaching for her. THe barebed wire wrapped and caught in her wrists she retaliated, and leaped at her, even though the barbed wire held her partly to the broken wood. She landed on him, she quickly tried to wrap the wire around his neck. Landing several kicks to where ever, she did not care, her exposed cunt in front of his face as she attacked.
Riddler's pained yelp cut off suddenly as Batwoman managed to wrap the barbed wire binding her wrists around his neck. It wasn't tight, but the sharp metal dug into his skin and opened several ragged wounds in his throat. The next few moments were a painful blur as the enraged heroine landed several kicks to his upper body, further exacerbating the pain caused by the stinging barbs. Reacting more out of instinct than through any rational plan, he drove his fist up into her exposed pussy, grabbing her shoulders as she collapsed and forcing her onto her back, his own body bearing down on top of hers.
The two fought furiously on that bed of broken wood and barbed wire, the Riddler landing several painful blows to her sides and to her bare breasts. All the while, he writhed between her legs, attempting to force his cock into her again. There was no thought given to avoiding pain himself anymore; he only wished to hurt the vigilante as much as possible and get inside her once again. He would fuck her into a bloody pulp, if that's what it took to subdue her ... though he would likely not come away from the encounter much better off himself.
Batwoman struggled with the Riddler ontop of her, she had gotter in some good blows, back and forth they went, but then with them struggling and her costume now slightly pulled down exposing her breasts, fists landing hard into them. Her head starting to rock slightly at the blows. She opened her eyes to see the Riddler had gotten the barbed wire free from his neck and criss crosedd it around her lerge breasts and tightened it cutting uinto her slightly making her breasts bludge up as his legs force her wide open. The material of her costume binding her arms slightly to her sides. As he forced him self into her yet again, the Latex strapped still wrapped around her neck. She sobbed slightly at being beaten down again and feelng his large cock deep in her pussy, she had hoped he had gotten less excited that he would need to start over.....She growled and head butted him.
Hissing with pleasure at being inside Batwoman again, Riddler was soon seeing stars as she drove her bloody forehead up into his face. He paused in his violent assault to blink away the pain, then drove a hard backhand slap against her cheek. As she lay dazed, he drove himself into her pussy hard, needing to hear her scream. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the large orbs and at the same time sawing the soft flesh against the hard metal points of the wire wrapped around them.
"Hit me again, bitch," he threatened in a low, angry voice, "and I'll carve the nipples off your tits with that wire." He punctuated his words with a strained grunt, bracing his knees in the jagged mass of shattered wood and spiked wire to thrust his cock into her at an even more punishing pace. As the sweat began to bead upon his forehead, Riddler pinched Batwoman's nipples between his fingers, twisting and yanking on them as he abused her cunt.
Batwoman was about to nail the Riddler yet again when he back handed her and sawed the bared wire into her mounds and threatened to cut off her nipples. She laid there as he pounded into her squeezing her tits hard. with each thrust he drove harder and harder into her body, tiwsting her tits digging into them, she bit her lower lip trying not to scream for him, but it was too much. Tears streaming down her eyes as she finally screamed in agony from the pain of everything.
"Ieeeeeeeeeeeeee. sto..stop...pppp..please...I'm begging you...."
How long she had been out Batwoman did not know, nor did she remember what exactly had happened, all she knew was that she had followed a lead that the Riddler was plotting his next scheme. SHe had trailed some of his hired thugs to the Gotham City Adult toy factory, upon entering the factory and decending to the main floor she was struck from behind, a hard blow to the base of her skull and all had gone black. Now she woke, dangling her wrists handcuffed to a hook, high above her head. She looked and noticed there was no way she could free herself.
"Whoever is there, release me now, and I promise I won't hurt you to much."
The pale skinned busty latex clad heroine spoke as she looked around the immediate area.
"Bold words," came the inevitable reply in a smug, familiar voice. "But I don't think I'm the one that needs to worry about getting hurt, hmm?"
Batwoman would feel a hand groping her round, latex-encased ass for a few moments before her captor moved around so that she could see him at last. Tipping up the brim of his bowler with his thumb, he grinned up at the captured vigilante, his eyes roaming over her lucious body, stretched so tight between the floor and the hook suspended from the ceiling. "I hope you don't mind, but I already took the liberty of removing your cape and utility belt. Those accessories just tend to get in the way, don't you agree?"
It had been a stroke of luck, getting the drop on Batwoman the way he had. The situation could have easily gone the other way, if he'd just been a little less attentive. The question was entirely academic now, though, as he had the crimefighter firmly in his power. And that was where he meant to keep her--at least, until he had finished having his fun.
Batwoman had heard the Riddler's voice, "There's nothing you can do that could hurt me, Riddler. I suggest you release me now while you still have the chance."
She felt his hand squeezing her ass, she pretty much ignored what he did, not giving him any satisfaction, it was just the feeling of the skin tight latex on every inch of her body. She scowled at him as he mentioned removing her cape and utility belt. She watched as his eyes roamed over every inch of her bound, helpless body, the suit hugging every peak and valley perfectly. Keeping all of her heat inside, every dropplet of sweat rolling down her body.
"The only thing we can agree on Riddler is you unconditional surrender."
Batwoman tried to strain against her bondage, her leg speard wide, chained to the floor, as her arms firmly stretched straight above her head, her latex suit exposing her errect nipples, and every exquisite fold she had to offer to man or woman, though Kate's own tastes were purely women.
"Surrender?" Riddler repeated incredulously. "My, what a fine sense of humor you have, for being all tied up like that. That's the first thing we'll have to get rid of." In one smooth, fluid motion he swung his cane up to strike the heroine viciously between her forcibly spread legs.
Then, purely to emphasize his point, he did it again.
"Understand the situation a little better now?" he asked, smirking up at her. "Next time, it'll be your breasts. Or your ass. I suppose it depends solely on how I'm feeling." Laughing, the arch-criminal walked away from his prey, disappearing into the shadows only to emerge again seconds later holding an industrial water hose between his hands.
"The first thing we need to do is get you all cleaned up ..." Riddler trailed off, pulling down the release valve and unleashing a highly pressurized stream of steaming water at the bound heroine. The water struck her body with the force of a fist driving into her stomach, but he didn't stop there. Very methodically, very brutally, he sprayed down every part of her body--her exposed pussy, her full, round breasts, her thighs, her face, her back, her ass. Soon, she was dripping wet, the uncomfortably warm water beading upon her latex suit and sliding down her body even as the relentless deluge continued to pummel the most sensitive parts of her body.
Batwoman screamed in agony as the cane struck her pussy, "Ieeeeeeeeeeee." Her head slamming backwards spittle coming out of her mouth from the sheer pain and agony. 'ahhhhhhhhhhh." Trying to catch her breathe she was struck yet again, the force thrusting her securely bound body upwards, Kate could only bite down on her lower lip as she shook her head in pain, fighting herself from blacking out as she watched the Riddler walk away, she vaguely remembered something about cleaning up. Suddenly her pussy was hit was a full force punch of water taking whatever strength Batwoman had in her, she only screamed in pain from the water hitting her throbbing, aching cunt, then hitting her tits, 'St....Stop...." She spoke as the water slammed straight into her face, 'arggghhhhhhhhhh." She closed her mouth after taking in mouthfuls of water, then the hose hitting the small of her back, her body trying to arch from the pain, and heat from the water. She just thrashed her head side to side as the water continued to pound into her, Kate felt her body starting to build, the assualt upon her body, her pussy, tits, ass, and every sensitive hot spot, starting to ache, starting to build, she bit down on her lower lip, closing her eyes, she started to think back to her training with 'A-Team' and began to concentrate, to divert what was happening to her, to find her center, to release herself from the current pain. Breathing heavy, her large round dripping wet breats heaving with each breathe she took, every roll of water, trickling down and over the folds of latex tight on her pussy, her eyes popping back open at the feeling of it.....
It was an incredible turn-on, having Batwoman trapped, at his mercy, screaming in pain and outrage as the powerful jet of water blasted her most sensitive areas. Riddler was already rock-hard with arousal, even though the foreplay had only barely started. The thought of taking her against her will was so enticing that it was difficult not to simply take her on the spot. But a certain amount of build up was essential. And the job was really too nice to rush.
Finally, he tossed the hose aside, and as an afterthought did the same with his hat. He walked toward her, grinning at her feeble threats. "You have some spirit, I'll give you that," he said, amused. "I'm going to enjoy fucking it out of you." Stopping in front of the heroine, he ran his hands up and down her sides, caressing her waist and giving her tits a playful squeeze. Then he suddenly pressed in closer, arms wrapping around her bound and stretched body in a tight embrace, fingers digging into the firm, mound of her ass, pulling her hips close against his. He began moving the heroine up and down, sliding her pussy over his latex-covered cock. Riddler buried his face in her neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling his way down until he was sucking hard on her tits.
Batwoman turned her head in disgust as he ran his hands up and down her sides and squeezed her tits. "Ugh....stop Riddler you disgusting pig, uhhh." She grunted feeling her latex covered, steaming hot body rubbing against his, her pussy rubbing against his cock, she felt his rock hard throbbing hitting her opening, nearly pushing her already arroused body over the edge from the vicious attacks on it.
"You aren't going to do anything to my spirit Riddler certainly not fuck it out of me bastard.. uhhhhhhhhh," She moaned as his mouth found one of her latex encased tits. Batwoman's head moved slightly as his mouth teeth, and tongue worked on her nipple, "Ugh, Riddler your...such a idiot. Milking my tits dry, I'm not lactating fool..."
Riddler pulled away from Batwoman slighly, and removed one hand from her ass, though the other continued to hold her and grind her roughly over his rigid cock. Without a word, he struck the heroine sharply across the cheek with his open palm, then just as quickly backhanded her across the face on his return swing. As she reeled, his palm went to cup her left breast, massaging and caressing it, and tugging on her nipple. "Maybe not yet," he said, bringing his mouth close to her ear. "But it's only a matter of time. And if you won't be induced the old-fashioned way, well ... I have other options. But I will taste you, bitch. Count on it."
His mouth returned to her tits, taking her nipple between his lips and drawing her in, tonguing the alert peak and sucking on it hard. With one hand still braced against her perfectly-shaped ass, he moved his hips against her, humping her pussy energetically with his cock through the ultra-thin layers of latex they both wore. She would cum, even if he had to ravage every inch of her body to make it happen. Sensual mouth, tight pussy, heavy tits, gorgeous ass ... he'd know her so well by the time this was over he would be able to make her do anything he wanted, anytime he wanted.
"In your....ugh.....dreams...." She spat out as he finishedsqueezing her tit, then started sucking on it again. "Your not going to taste any...of...uhh....me..." She bit her lower lip as he stretched her nipple from her tit and licked away at it. "Stop....now...nnnnnnnn, ohhhh, stop...." Her body started to react to the best of her power, her pussy started to get moist from the Riddler shoving her latex Bat-Suit into her pussy, stretching her lips, feeling his cock enter her, both of their suits, stretching her already skin tight suit even tighter. "Uhhhhhhh, don't do....uhhhhh...this Riddler.....beating us, unmasking....is uhhhh one thing...rape....is another....Riddler, any.....ugh...thing you....do to me.....uhhhhh, you'll pay....ffffuck....tenfold..." Batwoman's nipples grew even harder as he continued his attentions to her body, her pussy getting wetter by the passing moment, her breathing heavier, her breasts heaving.
At first, Riddler didn't respond to her threats and protests. He simply continued to tease and suck on Batwoman's heaving breasts. His hands on her ass were now smashing her hips down vigorously onto his cock as he humped her hot, tight cunt through the sheer black latex of her costume. Suddenly, his grip shifted, his mouth pulled away so he could look her in the face as he secured a new grip on her lucious tits, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over her diamond-nipples. "Promises, promises," he mocked with a grin. Suddenly, his hold became painful, and he was crushing and mauling Batwoman's tits between his fingers as though he planned to tear them off her chest. "Why don't you just cum for me like a good little slut?" he asked huskily, his achingly stiff shaft sliding in and out of her moistening pussy. "It's not as if you don't like a good rough fuck ... I can tell that you do. And if you cum, I won't have to rip your tits off."
The stress of Batwoman's suit forced into her pussy along with Ridder's rock hard cock and latex suit, along with the sensations of being forced to ride his cock. Batwoman groaned and moaned her body building as he twisted and wrenched, pulling on her tits. She leaned her head onto her left shoulder, trying to fight through the pain, it was bad, but not even close to the worst she had suffered when kidnapped, as a hosatage years ago, or eing stabbed through the heart recently. SHe would not let him get the better of her she knew this, she couldn't but the thrusting into her steaming hot pussy, her cunt clenched around his cock, as she exploded, her cum soaking the insides of her suit, pooling down her thighs.
"Nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn ohhhhhhhhh nooooooo."
She panted and glared at him.
"If....If you think making me...cum...will break me your mistake Riddler...."
She moaned and grunted sure he made her cum and was torturing her but Kate's resolve was so strong she knew she would previal.
"Making you cum once certainly won't break you," Riddler agreed, his previously painful grip on her full, heavy orbs now gentle once more as he caressed and fondled them, keeping her nipples hard and alert. "But we'll see if your opinion changes after your fourth or fifth orgasm, hm?"
Sliding his hands down her sides as he knelt down in front of her, the Riddler took Batwoman's round ass in his hands an pulled her hips forward. He could detect the heady scent of her arousal even through the latex costume she wore, and he knew her juices were be hot against her sensitive inner thighs, trapped as they were with nowhere to go. He nuzzled at her pussy for a moment with a low, passionate growl. Suddenly, his tongue was flicking out of his mouth, sliding along the vigilante's slit and tracing the lips of her pussy vigorously. Riddler ate out his captive with gusto, using his lips, tongue, and teeth expertly to drive her over the edge once again, to keep her hot and delirious with arousal.
"Riddler, you'll never get away with this...ohhhhhh. fuck...."
Batwoman's body arched as the Riddler's mouth found her pussy, licking away moving her cum over her heated skin, her pussy lips being stretched and traced. Batwoman's body quivered as the madman continued working over her sex.
"Ridddler, st....stop."
Her mind was ablaze with erotic sensations, the thought of four or five orgasms, could she even handle that, she would need to. Her body arched further as her pussy got wetter and wetter. Invoulentarily she started to slowly grind herself against him.
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