Thank you to all who have emailed me saying how much you have been enjoying my Alternative Wonder Woman stories.
More Alternative Wonder Woman episode stories to come
Until then, here is something a little special.
Bat Girl's Special Training
By
Craig Weston
He had appeared from nowhere. Just after she had finished off the crooks from the bank heist, while tying them up and putting a call in to police control to come collect them
She'd spun around surprised at his sudden appearance to face the tall dark figure of Batman. He stood over the 4 unconscious crooks admiring her handiwork nodding with approval. "Nice work sweet cheeks," his voice was deep, quiet, authoritative and Very masculine. "We need to talk sweet cheeks," he'd raised his hand pointed something at her, there followed a hiss and she was enclosed in a white soft mist, that just hung around her enveloping her in a myriad of scents, lilac, roses, eucalyptus and sweet honey, her legs began to buckle, everything around her spun and she began to slump slowly to the ground. Strong arms caught her scooped her up effortlessly, a soft click, followed by a loud boom and screeching of tyres, a black vehicle pulled up close by. She floated towards it, the door opened and she was gently lowered onto some sort of seat, it was soft and embracing, like a pillow moulding to her.
She tried to focus, everything was a blur, lights blinked and flickered in front of her out of focus but still pretty, lifting her head took an immense effort but she was too weak and it slumped back onto the caressing softness. Then something was pulled over her chest settling with a soft jerk between her breasts. A dark indistinct form appeared before her, giving the straps another jerk making her bra less breasts jiggle within her outfit "Just buckling you up sweet cheeks," Came the deep n low masculine voice. Then the door to her right slammed, followed by foot steps the opening of another door, some clicks as he secured his seat belt.
"Computer, atomic batteries to power." The deep voice commanded.
'Atomic. Batteries. Powered.' An electronic voice confirmed.
"Computer initiate turbines to speed."
'Turbines. To Speed. Confirmed.' The electronic voice replied.
"Roger, moving out. Hold tight sweet cheeks."
There followed a loud jet engine type roar, followed by a loud squeal of tyres then a jerk shoving her into the soft seat as the vehicle accelerated sharply away. She was immediately assaulted by a myriad of lights above her passing in by in a curious soft aurora Borealis effect. Her eyes became so heavy, she could no longer fight the drug and slipped into blackness.
Her first sensation was the jerk of sudden deceleration, another screech of jet engine and the slow pulling up and jerk lack of motion. Her eyelids raised to be assaulted by blinding lights, like over bright stars.
"Computer disengage turbines, power down atomic batteries." The electronic voice chattered a response, but she could not make it out, her mind was like mush, her own thoughts sluggish and disjointed. Footsteps and then someone looked over her, there were clicks and the pressure between her breasts eased, soft hands grabbed her and she slid effortless over the seat only to gently rise in the air, she was completely limp in his arms, powerless yet warm and relaxed. The sensation was one of floating in air as the over head stars continued to blind her as she glided along a narrow corridor. Then an abrupt halt and the peculiar sensation of hanging in mid air. A click followed by some sort of electronic like hum and she was again floating through the air until coming to rest on something pillow like soft her entire body almost caressed by. Then her right arm was lifted and placed at at an angle, something soft a cuff of some sort is wrapped around her wrist then a pressure securing it in place, her left arm followed, then her ankles.
"There you go sweet cheeks all secure, now a little Bat wake." His dark form loomed over her, followed by a soft hiss, for a moment she could perceive a soft white cloud all about her, soft, with multiple gentle scents of scents, lilac, roses, eucalyptus and sweet honey. The cloud seemed to remain until her senses slowly awoke, eye lids no longer heavy, vision clearing, able to focus, strength returning. She flexed her fingers, wiggled each ankle as control returned.
"Welcome to the Bat Cave — Bat girl." He chuckled, his dark form now loomed over her, his grin beneath the dark cowl sinister, his voice condescending.
"Why have you brought me here?" She demanded tugging at the restraints at her wrists and ankles.
"Oh my, we are a feisty one aren't we sweet cheeks," he chuckled. "You're here because, I am tired of you super heroines muscling on my city. First Miss Americana and Flag girl with their Super Feminist nonsense, then the She Legion, Azure angel, Lady Midnight and the rest all getting under my feet, in My city. Then, along comes sweet cheeks to the mix. I heard about your little run in with Santa Si over Christmas, by the way. Not your finest hour was it?"
"Why am I here? She demanded tugging again at the restraints. "And why do you keep calling me sweet cheeks?"
"You're here to be taught a lesson sweet cheeks, to learn your place. This is My city and I — deal with the criminal scum." Before she could respond there was an audible click and her legs were slowly opened out wards, then stopped. She raised her head with some effort, glancing about she was secured to some sort of X frame, he stood at her feet adjusting something.
"What are you doing? Who do you think you are? Untie me!" He ignored her wheeled something between her legs that prodded her sex.
"I really love your outfit sweet cheeks, it has a cheer leader look about it, it's really kind of kinky." She could literally feel his eyes upon her, gently stroking her face, sliding down her slender neck to the shoulders of her sleeveless dress outfit, then moving to her heaving breasts under the yellow Bat insignia, hugged tightly by the black dress outfit. Then down to her shapely waist sporting the yellow utility belt. The hem of her dress came below her hips allowing a generous view of smooth firm muscled thighs. Her black boots came up just above her knees. She had opted for soft black gloves that came up over her elbows and a cape that came from her shoulders to just below her butt. And under her dress outfit she wore black soft panties completing the ensemble and had decided to fore go the black sports bra. She'd chosen the outfit for maximum comfort, ease of movement and visual impact. But Not quite the visual impact he was enjoying.
"Almost ready sweet cheeks." He moved to her head "Enough talk now," then forced something into her mouth, it tasted of rubber but not entirely smooth, as her tongue was depressed she could breathe easily through her mouth. "It's a breathable ball gag sweet cheeks, believe me you'll need to." The gag was secured tightly at the back of her neck, she tried to shake her head but it was useless. Not only was she secured she was now muted too. Then he added a blindfold placing her in complete darkness. She wriggled and writhed but the restraints held fast her protests muffled and her eyelashes scraped against the blindfold.
Then something was placed over her ears, Bat girl began to panic, what was this shit? Some sort of kinky sensory deprivation? The objects lay gently over her ears, a slight hiss of static then his voice, only whispered, the same deep masculine voice that she found somewhat sexy, though she would never openly admit it.
"I know — you are wondering what all this is about Bat girl." His deep whispered voice came over the headphones. "This is about you learning your place in my city, no super heroine gets to operate, without my permission. You never asked for permission and— that's just bad manners. And— I detest bad manners."
The object between her legs began to vibrate slowly between her legs, it started to gently glide up and down her slit through the thin material her soft dark panties. She tried to wriggle but the restraints held her fast her hips were able to move a little but that only served to magnify the sensation. "That's it fight it, fight Bat girl, let's see if you can last longer than that big titted loud mouth Miss Americana or the incredible Lady Midnight. Oh now there was a Woman! I had her coming over and over, with those fantastic black tits jiggling before me. Let's see how you do."
Bat girl started to breathe slow and deep, focusing her mind to blot out the sensations that were gradually increasing, if she could get a mental barrier in place she should be able to...
"Pleasure toy, curvy, sexy pleasure toy, that's what you are, a sexual play thing, a fuck slut, a sex slave for my use. And I will use you and there is nothing you can no, nothing, nothing!" His whispering voice came over the head phones, constant, relentless repeating with volume going up every so often to kick her out of her attempt to create the mental barrier. She tried focus, the object kept working on her tirelessly, wetness was already beginning to form.
"I'll fuck you every way Bat slut and you'll beg me for more, beg your Master to fuck you, as a good Bat fuck slave should."
And so it went on over and over, his whispered voice repeated along with the constant barrage of the buzzing between her legs slow, gradual insidiously working upon her mind and body. Then, hands glided lightly on the outside of her thighs the silky smoothness of his gloves sent a shiver through her, then the inside of her thighs forming circles. Each thigh spasmed at his touch almost like a series of mild electrical shocks.
The whispered voice continued. "Pleasure toy, curvy, sexy pleasure toy, that's what you are, a sexual play thing, a fuck slut, a sex slave for my use. And I will use you. Fuck you every way to Sunday." The machine kept working on her, the dampness in her panties was building, the voice barrage prevented her from focusing, along with his touch now at her breasts loose under the dress outfit, he squeezed a breast, then palmed it rubbing the nipple that it started to become hard and erect. Then he tweaked the nipple between his fingers slow even pressure, then then other breast, it was constant. Then having squeezed he twiddled her nipples like dials causing her to buck and cry through the gag in exquisite pain. Her mouth was already full of saliva, that drooled down the side of her cheeks.
Then it began, the surge, her body was on fire, her mind a whirl the incessant whispering voice. "I'll fuck you every way Bat girl, and you'll love it, you'll want it, need it, because you're a Bat slut. You'll call me Master and be my little Bat slut slave. I will be your Master, that is your purpose now."
The machine had her now she could no longer resist her mind had been overcome, now her body was surrendering to the inevitable.
Her body became rigid, then spasms shot through her being like an express train, non stop. "Pleasure toy, curvy, sexy pleasure toy, that's what you are, a sexual play thing, a fuck slut, a sex slave for my use." The voice continued as her body continued in spasm and then blackness.
When she awoke there was light she was upright, the X frame had been tilted vertical, her breathing was loud, something was over her face, as her vision cleared it was an oxygen mask. He stood before her grinning, "Not bad not bad at all, you held out longer that any of them, but they all cracked in the end, Miss Americana was very resistant, really had to break her down. That took a while but when she came oh she was a fantastic fuck. And as for Lady Midnight! A true Amazon, she truly loves it rough. Oh I so wanted to keep her as my personal sex slave, she was such a hot dirty bitch. I released her, but she knows who her Master is and provides me with her personal services from time to time, when I require them.
And you sweet cheeks? Well you really are a find. Such powerful sexual drives! I might keep you, Lady Midnight has a true rival in you.
Bat girl could only float in a wave of exhaustion as he spoke. The mask was removed and a straw brushed lightly against her lips. She sucked the straw and was rewarded with cold water with a hint of strawberry, it was very refreshing. The straps were removed and he carried her limp for over to a small school like desk placing her down on her front, then securing her wrists to each corner. Then each leg was stretched open wide, and secured forcing her bottom up and out. A ball gag was inserted into her mouth this time it was a solid rubber ball that depressed her tongue and totally filled her mouth.
"Round two Bat slut," His voice came from behind her soft gloved hands caressed her but cheeks. "Such sweet cheeks, I've been so looking forward to this." Ssssmack! Her body shuddered at the impact on her exposed right butt cheek, then jerked as the left followed. It hurt, a sharp pain from a large hand spanking her like a naughty child. Anger arose with in her, but was soon changed in a instant to arousal! As he spanked each butt cheek in turn. Her butt cheeks were hot and tingling, her slit became a gush of wetness.
He paused after a time, his fingers probed between her legs then a black glove appeared in front of her shiny and slick from her juices.
"You really are a wanton slut, I've just the thing for that. Fingers at her hips and a soft snip either side, followed by a cool rush of air as her panties fell away, he held the remnant material before her. "You won't be needing these anymore," he declared with a growl before dropping the material to the table in front of her. He was behind her now his crotch rubbed against her but, for a moment, she feared he would take her there! But no, he wanted her wet slit all ready for him, he slid in slow, ensuring she experienced every moment. She was his, just as the voice had repeated over and over, 'his pleasure toy, his fuck slut, his slave.' It was that simple. He was inside her deep, he remained there for a long moment. Then started thrusting, slow deep dominating thrusts. He grabbed her hair jerking her head back, her mouth running with drool from the ball gag she cried out through the gag muffled as he banged her like a battering ram!
Long and hard she was his completely. Gloved fingers reach down and stroked her clit then to her surprise began to squeeze the engorged nodule. In that moment her entire world exploded into a myriad of kaleidoscopic colours. Releasing her hair she slumped down on the desk, her chest hit the top with a thud and her head dangled loosely over the edge. The ball gag was removed, the sides of her mouth gently dabbed to clear the drool
"Open your mouth Bat slut," lifting her head the tip of his wet shiny still hard cock rubbed against her lips, she obeyed opening as his cock entered her lovely mouth, dripping with her juices and salty cum. More cum leaked out over her tongue, he began to thrust gently sliding over her tongue to back of her mouth, then angling so her ensured he was fucking her entire mouth. "Use your tongue, Bat slave, pleasure your Master." She obeyed too weak to even try and resist, she could feel the roughness of his cock in her mouth, the way it jerked as she lashed her tongue around it, he cried out, his cock jerked hard within her mouth unleashing jets of cum filed her mouth of thick cream. "Swallow it Bat slave, take it all."
She obeyed, allowing to run down her oesophagus as more shot out. "Swallow it Bat slave, take it all," he repeated
The cock remained in her mouth, he made her lick it, clean it of the remaining cum like a dirty slave slut should. After he removed his cock, she slumped down utterly exhausted. He grabbed her hair with a hard jerk, "Now thank your Master for fucking you Bat slave."
She focused on his dark eyes her whole being was on fire, he had broken her completely, she was truly his now. "Thank you for fucking me Master," she whispered
"Very good, Bat fuck toy," he growled. "Now apologise for your bad manners, ask my permission to operate in My city."
"I apologise master for my bad manners, unreservedly," she added her voice a little hoarse. "I ask permission to operate in your city."
"Very good, you may now do so and the price— the price is that you are my sex slave now sweet cheeks. Just like Lady Midnight. Do you understand?"
She nodded slowly, every movement a super effort, her body now almost completely limp,"Yes, yes Master, I understand."
"Very good sweet cheeks, now sleep." A jet of mist enveloped once again with its many scents and she slipped away into blackness.
When she awoke she was laying in the area where she had dealt with the crooks, they had vanished and all that remained was some police tape fluttering in the breeze. Her head swam from the effects of the Bat spray, she caught the screech of tyres and the unmistakable roar of a jet engine. Propping herself up on one arm, she was immediately aware of the hard ground under her elbow and the cool breeze between her legs of a panti less crotch, still wet from her experience with him. As she moved a small white card with the Bat insignia dropped from her chest onto the ground. Below the insignia was a number for a cell phone and on the back of the card simply read:
Until next time, sweet cheeks
Your Master