Batwoman: Desperate Measures - 3 (Patreon)

Kate wasn’t a stranger to embarrassment. She’d lost fights before, as herself and while wearing the mask and cape - but she’d never felt the sting of humiliation quite like this.

Batwoman on her knees - choking on a villain’s cock. His long, fat, unbearably large cock. Shame burned on her cheeks. Tears welling in her eyes as Nygma slid over her tongue and down her gullet. She gagged around him, nearly retching as inches and inches of his swollen shaft punched down her throat. But worst of all, worse even than being turned into The Riddler’s cock-holster, was the fact that she had gotten used to the taste.

Before, just the bitter flavor of cock on her tongue would have made Kate shudder in disgust. The first instance of this had been a struggle to get through - Kate had to fight to keep from vomiting. But now? No longer. The flavor of Nygma’s manhood had earned its place in Kate’s mouth - a thought that filled her with equal parts rage, disgust, and even further shame.

Above her, Nygma let out a pleased grunt, his fingers tightening in the locks of her fake, crimson hair. He held tight to her head and upped the pace of his thrusts, fucking into her mouth. And Kate could do nothing but endure - the sounds of her taking him down, the slurps and the gulps, so sloppy and wet… she hardly sounded human. A living receptacle for cock and cum. That’s what The Riddler had turned her into.

“Ah… that’s it… let it in… take it…” Nygma hissed, his grip tightening further. “Take it all the way down.”

Kate tried to put her mind onto other things, better things, comforting things. She tried thinking about Maggie again, sweet, beautiful Maggie. But she quickly forced them away, locking her girlfriend in the farthest corner of her mind. Kate was desperate for any form of respite from this nightmare, but she wouldn’t dare sully thoughts of Maggie through association with Nygma and his molestations.

Though, any comforting thoughts wouldn’t have lasted long. 

Nygma’s thrusts grew faster, harder. His working hips sent his swollen length sliding home, deep into her throat. Each time she’d gag around him, each time his balls would slap against her chin. 

Drool and spittle were oozing past her lips, leaking from the corner of her mouth, dribbling down her chin and throat, down onto her bare tits. 

No thoughts could find purchase through that kind of carnal brutality. No comfort could ward off the humiliation.

The Batwoman had lost. No, even worse. She had surrendered to this hell. And this was the price of her desperation.

Nygma was breathing rough and ragged now but he kept his frenzied pace. Fast, brutal thrusts sent his cock sliding past her lips to the back of her mouth - his length shooting like a piston, back and forth. Kate didn’t know what compelled her, but her tongue began lashing at the underside of the shaft, stroking him as he passed into her throat. Maybe it was an unconscious effort to end things quickly - the faster Nygma was pleasured, the faster they could move on to what really mattered: disposing of the copycat’s dangerous devices. At least… that’s what Kate insisted to herself.

“Fuck yes… all of it… all of it down your throat.” The Riddler huffed, shuddering as he guided Kate’s head down, down, all the way down to the root of his cock. His balls tightened, resting against her chin - the entirety of his swollen length was nestled in the tight confines of her throat.

Disgust roiled in her stomach… but so too did genuine shock. Kate could hardly believe it. She’d never expected the scrawny creep to be so hung - and neither had she expected she’d be able to take every inch. 

He held her there, grinding his hips. She gagged around him, gurgling, groaning through watery eyes. Her lungs burned. But Kate didn’t dare fight back. She balled her hands into tight fists, batting them against her naked thighs. She could feel him throbbing in her mouth, in her throat. His cock was twitched, an angry beast, quelled only by the grace of lips and tongue.

She heard Nygma chuckling above her. For a moment, his grip on her head softened, allowing her to draw back an inch or so. Just enough to look up to see the man’s wicked, triumphant smile.

“You like the taste?” He mocked, knowing she couldn’t answer. His smile grew and Kate felt anger burn at her insides. “Catwoman sure did. So did that dumb bitch, Harley Quinn. I don’t know what it is about the women in this city. Wave a big, fat dick in their face and they turn into harlots, every one.”

He could have been lying. An attempt to get a rise out of Kate or to further break her spirit. Or maybe he was just a madman who had bought into his own tall tales - justifying his monstrous behavior. 

Or maybe he wasn’t. Maybe every word out of his mouth was the truth.

But at that moment, Kate Kane didn’t give a shit. Whether Selina or Harley had tasted Riddler cock or not didn’t matter one bit to her. They weren’t the ones with him then. They weren’t the ones naked and on their knees. She glared up at the man, putting every bit of loathing she could into her eyes. It didn’t seem to phase him. Nygma just smirked. 

“I think you’ve earned a little break.” He said.

Then, with a sigh, he drew back - and Kate flinched in shock. Inches and inches of cock came sliding from her throat and mouth. She dropped onto her hands and knees, sucking in deep, ragged breaths. Precious air filled her aching lungs - leading to a hacking fit. Globs of spit and drool dripped from her chin, splattering on the floor. Kate hunched over, shivering as her senses slowly returned to her.

Kate cursed under her breath, sitting back on her bare ass. The cold floor bit at her skin, but she didn’t care. It was better than putting more torture on her knees. She wiped the drool from her lips before sending Nygma an utterly contemptuous, withering look.

He looked ridiculous. Naked from the waist down save for his socks, with a large green button-down over his shoulders that his scrawny frame made him look two sizes too small for. His dark red hair was a messy mop upon his head, visibly dampened and matted down above his brow from the exertion of fucking Kate’s face. 

But the most ridiculous sight of all was hanging between his skinny legs. Kate had never been into men or men’s parts, so Nygma’s manhood was the opposite of appealing - even without the coercion into sexual servitude, Kate would have found it a turn-off at best. But she wasn’t ignorant of the draw especially endowed men had towards certain women. 

There was no two ways about it: Eddie Nygma was hung. Absurdly so. Upon his skinny frame, he looked more than enormous. He looked monstrous. Kate stared at the fucking thing, that fat, veiny bastard of a cock with its swollen shaft and head. She couldn’t believe that this was the cock that she’d been throating, swallowing down. It was a miracle she’d survived.

“You… fucking… son of a bitch…” She rasped, her throat still aching from his abuse. 

Nygma feigned hurt. He gave his length a few idle pumps, sliding his hand up and down his drool-slick cock, keeping himself hard.

“That’s quite a rude thing to say… especially after I agreed to help you with this copycat business.” His voice was soft, smooth, but there was nothing that could fully hide his sordid nature. “Are you saying you want to end our partnership?”

“You’re a sick… disgusting pervert.” Kate hissed, blinking away tears.

Aside from looking impressed by her spunk, Nygma was unmoved. He made a lazy gesture towards his apartment door.

“You could always walk away. Go find someone else who can disarm those devices.” He said simply, without malice. He didn’t need it. The truth stung all on its own.

Kate sucked in deep breaths, hacking up phlegm and globs of spit. Again she wiped away the spittle from her lips and chin. She hated it. Hated Riddler, hated the world, hated herself. She wanted so badly to stand up with fire in her eyes, to tear into the skinny little creep and break his body the way he was trying to break her spirit. But she knew she couldn’t. Lives were on the line. 

Nygma seemed to take her silence as acceptance, because the next moment he moved back up before her, his long, slick cock swaying as he came to a stop. Kate recoiled as the cockhead twitched in front of her face - she could see it was leaking from the tip. The salty flavor of the man’s ending was burned into her brain from last time and Kate's stomach turned as his phantom seed tingled upon her tongue.

“Ready to get back to work?” Nygma asked, smirking.

“Fuck you.” Kate snapped. A small defiance. But otherwise, she did not move.

She stared up at the creature wearing a man’s skin, blistering hatred in her eyes. But just as before, it did not dissuade him. With a hand on top of her head holding her steady and the other holding himself by the base, Nygma guided himself back into Kate’s mouth. The heroine offered only a token resistance before his cockhead pushed past her lips, his length sliding over her tongue and into the back of her throat. It was quicker now - the horrible truth being that they had found an efficient routine to violate Kate’s mouth and throat. 

She only gagged a little this time, her body accommodating Nygma’s prick much easier than the first night. He pushed in, urging his hips forward until Kate’s nose was pressed right up to his pelvis. She hated the satisfied groan that spilled from his mouth, the proof of him stealing pleasure from her body. The monstrous cock that so taunted her, now nestled in the warmth and tightness of her throat. Feeling pleasure and delight that it didn’t deserve.

Nygma held there for a moment, feeling Kate’s throat tighten and convulse around him. She made a pitiful sound, muffled of course, that only seemed to please him that much more - the vibrations no doubt dancing down the length of his cock.

“Fuck.” The man sighed, holding her head firmly with both hands. He jerked his hips, trying to force his cock just a little deeper - making Kate gag and shudder. On reflex, she batted her fist against his thigh - but quickly played it off as finding something to hold. Her fingers sank into the bare skin of his thigh. Above her, Nygma let out a short laugh. “Let’s finish this up then. Don’t want to keep your cop friends waiting, do we?”

Kate knew what was coming. For such a scrawny man, Eddie Nygma had a shockingly deep well of energy. With a burst of vigor, he reached his pace quickly - in no time at all, he was back to fucking Kate’s face. 

His thrusts were fast and relentless, a piston of hard flesh pumping in and out of the Batwoman’s mouth. She gagged and gurgled, fingers digging into his legs as he pummeled her throat - but none of that stopped him. The Riddler was chasing his high, chasing ecstasy. He wasn’t a man in that moment, but a beast, driven only by primal desire. And Kate could do nothing but endure.

There came grunts, low and rough, shockingly so from the man called The Riddler. An animal in rut. He worked his hips, thrusting fast and deep into Kate’s mouth, into her throat. Her heart was pounding, her lungs aching, her mind on the verge of breaking. Rage and shame and sorrow and even fear, all swirling like a storm in the heart of her soul. His balls were slapping against her chin again, just as saliva and drool were spilling from her lips with each thrust, dribbling down her chin, down her neck, down onto her tits. 

She felt like a failure. Defeated - dominated by the fucking Riddler.

It was a feeling that was only hammered home when the man spat a curse and shot a hot, heavy load of cum right down her throat. She felt his cock twitch and jerk in her mouth. Then came the seed, gushing over her tongue, sliding down, down, down into her belly. A flood of spunk, the flavor and musk so overwhelming Kate feared she might break for good.

She was only saved when Nygma mercifully drew himself from her mouth. A sword of the flesh escaping its sheath. Kate fell onto her hands and knees once more, hacking up globs of cum and sucking in air. Her whole body burned with shame… and, horrifyingly, other things.

Riddler spoke first, as he always did afterward.

“That was good.” He huffed, chuckling. “Very good. But there’s always room for improvement.”

Kate didn’t answer him. She couldn’t even bear to look at the man. She knew just catching a glimpse of his triumphant smile would ruin her soul.

“But we can work on that when this copycat strikes again.” He continued. Sounding so maddeningly satisfied. “Ready to get back to work?”

Right. The copycat. They still needed to go disarm the device downtown.

Slowly, Kate stood. She kept her eyes downturned, seeking the discarded pieces of her Batwoman suit. Without a word, she gathered them up and began to dress herself.

But in that silence, there was dread. The future was bleak for Kate Kane. She knew it wasn’t a matter of if. It was a matter of when.

Batwoman and The Riddler would have this ugly dance again.