"It's never easy being a Superheroine..." Went the Bat-t-t to herself after a very trying couple of days. The use of her old costume was at an end. That, and it's doubles, had been destroyed so much that fixing them was no longer an option. She'd have to start fresh and resorted to Batman's able 'man' for advice, who told her about an Alien who was called 'Galaxeena' who seemed to have material that was nigh impossible to destroy.

 

"But..." Alfred added. "This Galaxeena is well known for her, ah... Sexual predilictions... She insists on making costumes based on her own wants although, after a fashion, she'll heed some of your wishes..."

Babs, right away, went to work to track down this Galaxeena, found her in the City where she resided with an Amazon other than the one Babs alread knew. One who went by the improbable name of Blunder Broad. Babs found herself ringing the doorbell of a cute little house in the suburbs, found it hard to believe that two Superheroines lived in what seemed to be, the open. The Blonde who opened the door was of Amazon proportion and clad in ebony from head to toe, with crotch reaching boots of what looked like a rubber material, but on six inch heels.

 

Gala was truly plesed at being thought to be her Idol, Blunder Broad, but equally pleased that a Superheroine should be seeking herself out and not Blundie. "Why, I'm Galaxeena... Blundie's out right now... Come on in..."

Once inside, Babs explained the reason for her visit and what she needed, and that Alfred, Batman's closest confidente had suggested Gala's name. "And of course, I'm prepared to pay for the costume. I think I have enough saved..."

Gala waved away thoughts of payment and the duo were soon looking over Gala's quick sketches as Babs started having some misgivings. "Must the costume have so many zippers?" She asked.

 

"On my Planet, such ware must have multiple zippers and it's the only way I know to make such clothing..." Was the reply. "The material, Leatherubber, is indestructable and we're in luck because I have enough to make boots, gloves and a utility belt for you, plus I have an idea for a darling little cowl to disquise you. It will have to be blue in color, however... Now we must stop to eat because it's getting late..."

Despite her misgivings, Babs slept well, Gala having insisted she stay the night, got up in the morning to find Gala had not slept and the costume was finished. Gala got her into the ebony, shining catsuit that fit like a second skin, then placed the utility belt around Babs' hips and through loops meant to hold it. It was Babs turn to gasp when she noted the six inch heeled boots that would brush gently on her crotch as she moved, the shoulder length matching gloves and then the blue cowl that Gala was truly proud of. Looking at herself in the mirror, she had to admit she looked spectacular and was instantly sure she would strike fear in any Criminals she came up against.

 

"You look hot, new girl friend... Specially with how those nice boobs of your's stick out with nipples nice and hard... That's sure to slow down some of the criminals and get you a little extra time in combat..." Went Galaxeena, pleased with her opus.

"You don't think it's too sexy? It seems quite revealing..." Retorted Batty, not wanting to offend the one who'd worked so hard on the costume. The look in Gala's eyes was that the costume was not too sexy at all.

 

Batty could hardly wait until she was back in Gothan City and on her first mission while wearing the new costume. She went by Wayne Manor and showed Alfred the getup, seeing in his eyes that it was all she hoped for, perhaps more. "Oh, I say! Even more, ah... Fulfilling than I even imagined..."

"Do you think Bruce, Master Bruce, will like it?" She asked hopefully.

 

Batty frowned under her new cowl as she thought back. Robin had been staring at her chest a little too often lately and had made comments about her getting some boots that rose higher on her legs and that had higher heels. He'd also made comments about her costume, said she should try latex instead of the spandex she had been using. She realised she'd become Robin's wet dream without intending to. "But, Alfred... It feels so great and the costume doesn't restrict me as much as my old one, either... And I dont know why I can move so well in these high heels but I can... I guess there's the good and there's the bad..."

Batty was almost home when she got the call. Bank robbery in progress and Batman was away with Robin. Looked like she just drew the call. She was still in her new costume because of showing it off to Alfred but was without her Batcycle but in her Taurus sedan. She sped along and slewed to a stop around the corner from the Bank, left the car in the pouring rain and, not thinking about the extreme heels of her new leatherubber boots, ran toward the entrance of the Bank. She burst through the Bank doors, surprising the perpetrators, stopped and assumed the pose she and other Heroines always used. "Put down your weapons and the bags of money and I'll see the Authorities go easy on you..."

Well. It did work for Batman most of the time. Batty, however, seemed not to be having that kind of effect.

 

"Never..." Went Batty although she suddenly felt quite weak of knees and found herself getting damp in her womanhood area. "Uh... Give up now and avoid a long jail sentence..."

"Uh... No..." Went Batty's mouth while her yellow gloved hands, of their own accord, it seemed, left her rounded hips and went to cup her abundant boobs before thumbs came together with forefingers and started a tweaking of those nipples. Batty's mind was in a whirl and she could not believe her hands were dissobeying her order to cease. Nor could she believe she was doing this to herself in front of so many witnesses. Could not believe she wanted to crush her nipples in her fingers.

 

Suddenly Batty wanted to although her brain was telling her something else. Her gloved hands went down and a hidden zipper opened with too much ease to allow rubbered fingers to delve disgustingly as her log booted legs bent to allow for easier access. And she was gushing femoils down the outsides of those leggings and into the tops of those boots while hands worked their ways deeper into her gushing well. She sobbed and realised she was rushing headlong toward an orgasm with no way to stave it off. Then shuddered like a jello doll despite knowing she was being watched by all the Bank patrons, workers, the baddies and the surveillance cameras. She sobbed again and went on pumping a gloved hand up her own twat because she'd not been told not to.

 

"Well, Gotham City..." Went Sexua magnanimously. "What do you think of your Superslut now? I bet she even likes the lash... Batty. Get your hands out of your twat and down to your sides, keep 'em there..."

Sexua accepted a long bull whip from one of her Female associates, took up a strong stance and now started sending the device whippingly to surround Batty's body, the reports amde by the whip sounding like rifle shots as they smacked into Batty's boobs and slushcave. Batty planted her booted legs further apart to allow the whip tip easier access to that now tortured well, and thrust her chestly abundance forward as her nipples, under the lash, engorged even more. Lines of femdrool were dripping from her cunt and more drool was issuing from a pouty mouth that looked poutier because of sexual turn on. She was visibly in constant orgasm by now, taking the whip like a slutslave and taking pleasure from the degredation and pain. She sobbed when Sexua issued the last lash and curled the whip.

 

Batty sobbed and went to zip herself back up. "Oh, no, slut. Leave that pussy open for all to see your disgrace... I bet you have lots of fans who want to see that part of you and you'll enjoy their eyes on you anyhow... Matter of fact, get those boobs out in the fresh air, I'm sure there are zippers hidden somewhere..."

There were and Batty's hands rushed to obey, cupping her massive boobs as they bobbled out into view, stroking her own nipples to further turgid erection. Carried on tweaking and playing with those nupples.

 

Despite that Batty's statement was quite correct, Sexua sent her whip forth in punishment again, leaving red streaks over those beautiful appendages yearned about by so many. "Thank you, Mistress. May I have more..."

T'was not to be as Sexua clasped a slave collar around Batty's neck, snapped a leash on the collar and bade Batty to pick up the two heavy bags of money, pulling her along to a long limousine outside the Bank, and innto the back seating area. The rest of the gang got to ride in a following minibus and the small convoy spun rubber through the rain just as sirens started to be heard. Sexua opened her own zip and pointed a gloved finger to the apex created as she set her booted legs well astride. "Get me off with your mouth, slave. I always get so horny when I rob a Bank..."

If anything, the weather had turned even worse. The Limo had stopped in the worst area of the docklands. The red light district. An area the local Gendarmes would not visit unless accompanied by the SWAT team. Sexua hauled Batty out by the leash without giving her the chance to close up her costume or even get to her feet. And she was suddenly being dragged across the detrius strewn sidewalk on hands and knees.

 

"Hey Sexua..." came a deep, resounding voice from a huge, muscled man of color. "Got a new pussycat there? Aim to sell her a little?"

Sam was certainly up for a trial run, even in the rain. He grabbed Batty by the boobs and rammed her gloved hands against the stoop balistrade and, with no further preliminaries, went deep with a huge lunge and brought a squeal of pain from Batty. Bringing a smile to Sexua's luscious mouth. And Sam started pounding into the Bat-t-t with his great strength, fourteen inches of long, thick schlong raping and reaming an ass that was turning the corner and becoming fiercely pleasured. She wondered for a moment if Sexua had guessed her most secret passion, something Catty had long ago made her aware of. Catty had let her Toms fuck Batty in the ass for days on end, keeping her awake while the Toms took turns sleeping, eating well and coming back charged to butt fuck her again. Until Batty was begging Catty to let the Toms fuck her again and again when Catty, cleverly, had cut her off from their cocks. She'd become the perfect slave to Catty and here she was again, being enslaved. And assraped into pleasurable acceptance. She joined him in a loud orgasm as he roared his release of a vesuvian amount of hot lava, almost dropped to her knees as he pulled out.

 

"Kin' I get a handjob?" Demanded one of the growing crowd, a plea echoed by several others in the crowd who were too poor or too cheap to partake in the favors of the local whores. And hopeful that the display and demonstration of the latest whore might include them.

 

Batty was lifted up to come down on two humungous members that had her gasping, her rear well prepared but her one to the fore as yet not stretched. She gasped with the pain of the double intrussion but obediently took two cocks in gloved hands and, as she was pumped up and down by Sexua's two huge bodygurards, showed she was no novice to the sex act known as 'wanking'. She'd become a mindless sex object again and was taking to it like a horny duck to water, her well toned and tuned inside muscles now going to work to give pleasure to the duo pleasuring her so well. Too much of an erotic tableau for the duo who were being gloved so well and they, almost in unison, spurted their considerable loads on her undulating flanks to follow Nature's course downward and into the tops of her boots. And were quickly replaced by two more.

 

Sexua was pleased. Her newest 'capture' had proven to be good at multitasking as she continued to be plumbed while managing quite well with her gloved hands and adding to the mess on her thighs and in her high boots. She was getting filthy and considered it her due as her two hole pluggers carried right on, uncaring about what she might think. And suddenly hosing her insides with their hot, gooey gism, sending her spiraling upward into another orgasm of degredation.

 

"She give head and use that mouth for anything else but eatin'?" Went a huge AfricanAmerican hooker in distressed black and brown leathers. "Ma twat be full o' cum an' I need it licked outa me..."

Sexua nodded her agreement. "Batslut... You'd love to swill out Lawanda's swamp... Wouldn't you? And keep that cute rounded butt high so more can get into it, and keep those gloves working... There are plenty who want that great glove action, now your gloves are nice and slippery..."

"She'll never do it... That's Batty, for godness sake..." Said one longshoreman who hoped he was wrong. He was. Lawanda had placed herself on the top of the balistrade, flabby and booted legs astride and showing she didn;t wear panties while on the stroll. She didn't seem to worry too much about keeping her merkin trimmed, either. Lawanda pointed to her pussy and issued a command.

 

No hesitation. 'Batslave' was in full slave mode and bent to her task, releived to get stuck in the ass once again while willingly sending cumslick yellow gloves around two more cocks presented for such pleasure. Her blue cowl was turning a hue lighter as cum from Lawanda's capacious cunt flooded over the cowled head. And Batty proved what Catty had found long ago. Batty could suck pussy like a powerful autoshop vacuum cleaner. She already had Lawanda gasping in an orgasm she hardly expected. "Hot damn... This'un could turn a straight gal into a raving dyke!"

By the time Lawanda was pushing her away, Batty was nigh exhausted, orgasmed out and covered in cum. She sank to booted kneels and gloved hands, unable to keep erect. Most of the crowd had now dispersed, having had their jollies with Sexua's latest conquest or having grown bored at the sexual takings of the new slave. Lawanda noted that no one was paying attention so did what she always wanted to do to a Superheroine. She grabbed Batty's cowled head between gloved hands and released her bladder, forcing Batty to drink. Something Batty did almsot in gratitude due to the dryness of her throat and mouth after jsut too many orgasms. Lawanda then dropped Batty the rest of the way, got up and sauntered away, having had a really good time.

 

No one bothered to give Batty a hand to her feet and seemed to be paying no more attention to her as she was slumped, exhausted. Sexua figured, rightly, that Batty was going nowhere for a while and was busy making deals for some of her working girls so there was no one to shoo away four large mongrels who'd found a convenient fireplug. And did. One to each corner, filling her long boots and long gloves, one to each limb. And now nosily examined the object of their bathroom activities with wet noses and warm tongues, something Batty found herself enjoying. Found out the dogs were as horny as the men in the area as the first climbed aboard for a ride of a pussy he was going to enjoy, driving deeply in a most accomodating well and bringing a gasp to Batty's pretty mouth, an opening another of the dogs reared and speared before she could close it. And Batty found herself sucking dick again as her humiliation washed over her. Not that she cared about humiliation right now. She was along for the ride again and taking pleasure from the warm bodies fucking her silly. When her rear was mounted by the seond assailant in that area she miewed and the thought of taking this one home to keep her ass well serviced went swiftly through her head. He'd scored in the hole she most desired to be speared in. And, what a guy. Delayed his cumming until she was in the throes of her own orgasm. The dogs, typical males, withdrew and went off to lick their dicks and dream of little puppies, unknowing that Batty was more than willing to perform that duty for them.

 

Sexua seemed to remember she had a slave on the stoop and came down the steps, witnessing the last of the degrading fucking. She had brought a chain with her that, one end, she attached to the slave collar and, the other to a metal pole. "I think..." She said, "You've enjoyed the good part of too many cocks and your next part of training must be brought about..." She zippered closed Batty's best parts expertly and turned Batty around, placing a hand made sign around Batty's neck.

Something most Superheroines had undergone when captured. And, when Sexua again mounted the steps to go and watch in the nice, dry and warm comfort of her office, on a giant Television Monitor, she saw people ahd interest in Batty renewed and Batty's pretty lips already accomodating a flacid dick as she took the first of a libation no Heroine was likely to enjoy. Except for Batty right now as, in full slaveslut mode, she earned her liquid repast, no matter how noisome. Seemed her newest benefactors, male and female alike, had nocompunction about pissing in public and into a recepticle of this genre. And, after al the cum swilling around her insides and some thirty guys and gals donating, she was becoming uncomfortably full and her stomach already distending against it's leatherubber confinement to show off her fullness and likeness to a eight month pregnant Woman. She did, for a moment or three, try to figure out what happened to her and the likelyhood seemed to be, not just Sexua's undoubted attractiveness but also that Sexual was possibly exuding some manner of sexual pheromones that had brought about Batty's unusually quick capitulation into sexual slavery and willingness to be the filthiest sltslave she could be.

 

Two hours alter, Batty was in agony but, well trained by the Cat-t-t in previous encounters, knew well enough that her new Mistress wanted her to hold her flood until that flood could be well displayed for further grand humiliation. She was, of course, correct and Sexua descended the steps again, regally, and pulled Batty to sloshing, booted feet, ordering her to stand with her legs well apart and gloved arms to her side.

 

Batty looked relieved when the order was issued. "Thank you, Mistress..." She issued with cowled head bent subserviently and then took on a look of concentration before more relief flooded across her visage as she, in Sexua's parlance, peed. And peed. And peed.

 

True to what Sexua knew, Batty's costume kept the heated urine inside of it under pressure, Batty's own pee now forcing it's way down the insides of the leggings to force a cascade of liquids over the tops of those long boots and did the same with gloved arms, finally resorting to the escape of least resistance, under Batty's cowled chin. While the relieved Batty orgasmed in pleasure and intense humiliation. Of course, the newly grown crowd heartilly approved and showed their appreciation by applause, causing Batty to redden as she realised just how low she'd sunk. The hooker who, seeing all the mess Batty had made, suddenly hurled in what is termed, 'projectile vomiting' all over the bat emblem of Batty's costume, to dribble downward as a horrible mess. The hooker was mortified and immediately appologised to Sexua.

 

She then turned to Batty. "I am going to release you but, by now, you know full well that, if you bother any of my endevors again, you will be instantly enslaved again and forced into even baser degredation... You will walk to whence you came and will not attempt to hide those boobs or that pussy that I shall open up, until you are outside my district... And, if while you are walking, someone wants a piece of ass or blow job, you shall tell them that they owe Mistress Sexua five Dollars and then comply with their basest desire..."

So saying, Sexua unzipped the secret zippers containing Batty's breastly magnificence and that one that ran from her utility belt at the front, under her crotch and to the utility belt at the rear. Batty was unsure about that to do until Sexua swatted her behind with a gloved hand. "Get out of here, scumslut..."

Batty gave to some fifty seven rapists and forty three blow jobs before she was thankfully out of the red light district controled by Sexua. She managed, somehow, to get home and sank, fully costumed, into an almost scalding hot bath in which she languished for several hours before climbing out and curling up on the carpet, dropping off into a fitful sleep where she dreamed about what Sexua might make her do the next time around. And cumming again and again as she slept.