Batwoman: Desperate Measures - 2 (Patreon)

Nygma kept his word. It only took a load of hot, salty cum in her mouth and down her throat, but Kate was able to once again secure the creep’s assistance. And just like last time, Batwoman and the GCPD were able to disarm the traps with no issues.

“This copycat is good, but he can’t compare to the original.” Nygma has boasted before fucking off back to his seedy apartment.

It had taken all of Kate’s willpower not to smash his face in right there in front of all those cops. And from the way the little dweeb had been grating on everyone the whole night, Kate was certain none of the badges would have stopped her.

That had been a week ago. Gotham returned to a sense of normalcy, even with Batman and his ilk still dealing with out of town business. But Kate didn’t rest easy. She couldn’t. Not with the dread that weighed heavy in her gut. She knew it was only a matter of time before the copycat would strike again. The same story would play out, just as it did the last time and the time before that.

A device would be discovered in a public place, some sort of dangerous contraption - usually explosives or something that dealt with lethal substances such as gas or acid - and the GCPD wouldn’t have a clue how to disarm it. The copycat’s riddles were taunts at best, clearly not meant to be solved. At least the Riddler gave his adversaries a chance. The only way to neutralize the threat was to disarm the device directly. But the engineering was far too advanced for anyone on the GCPD disposal crew.

That left the Batwoman with one option. The Riddler himself.

He’d served his time and the life of a law-abiding citizen had been beaten into him from over a dozen run-ins with the big bad Batman. A broken nose or three had finally turned Eddie Nashton into a good boy. Or so he claimed…

No doubt the bitterness and resentment that stirred inside the man had led to him taking advantage. He could never hope to take down the Batman. So he’d settle for degraded the Batwoman.

Kate could still taste his cock on her tongue. Could still feel the thick shaft punching into the back of her throat. It was as if it was still happening in the present. The woman almost gagged as she felt the sensation of phantom cum sloshing down her gullet. And good god, the smell.

She tried to keep her mind off of it, but the sensations and the shame were both burned into her memory. If she wasn’t thinking about the degradation of being on her knees, she was dreading how Maggie would react if she ever found out. Kate felt her gut twist in fright and disgust, imagining the nightmare of her girlfriend somehow walking in and witnessing Kate’s sexual indignity. It made her sick, just the possibility of an onlooker seeing the Batwoman made to choke on some weaselly bastard’s cock.

Balls slapping against her chin. Spittle smearing her lips, spilling out the corner of her mouth. The disgusting sounds of oral abuse filling the air, lewd, vulgar noises of wet slurping as long, hard cock pounded into her throat.

Kate shuddered. It was an act that should have been beneath the Batwoman, and yet the tremble ran down her back all the same. It was infuriating.

How had the fucking Riddler done this to her?

The Batwoman stood at the rooftop edge, looking out over the evening lights of the Gotham skyline. Normally, it would have brought her some measure of comfort - the knowledge that she had purpose and the stability that came with that. But not tonight.

She was waiting for the call. The dreaded words she just knew were going to come.

Sure enough, her communicator buzzed. Her GCPD contact, Officer Montoya.

Kate closed her eyes. She took in a long, deep breath.

The ringing went on for a time. Until Kate finally found the nerve to answer. She was numb as Montoya’s voice came through.

“Bad news. Another device has been found. It’s the copycat again. You’ll be seeing the signal in the sky soon. See if you can bring the geek again. We’re going to need him.”

-  -  -

She returned to that seedy apartment complex, dread welling up in the pit of her belly as she landed on the roof. The feeling only grew heavier as she descended the stairwell. By the time she was at his apartment door, it was a lump of cold lead sunk all the way to her heels.

This time she didn’t even need to knock. The lock clicked and the door inched open. Like the creep had been waiting for her.

Kate pushed inside and just like all the times before she found him waiting for her. Tonight though, Nygma was near naked, wearing only a tank top. Immediately, Kate’s eyes were drawn down to his cock. That long, thick, ugly thing. In just a few weeks it had become the bane of her existence, casting its putrid dominion over her thoughts even when she was asleep.

Nygma was smirking at her, pacing slowly before his messy desk. All the while, his manhood swung and swayed, batting against his thighs with each step. A veiny slab of meat. Kate knew it would be stuffing her mouth again. The thought repulsed her, but somehow she could no longer gag or retch.

She was living in a nightmare. She’d gotten used to the defilement of her own mouth.

“This copycat is quite the menace, aren’t they?” Nygma chuckled, reaching down to give himself a couple idle strokes. He released his shaft and Kate watched it swing down with weight. His fuzzy balls clenched, no doubt churning with seed. Kate shuddered, wondering whether he’d blast her in the face or down her throat this time. Nygma went on, letting out a derisive snort. “Though they’re a bit too active in my professional opinion. Too many traps set in such a short amount of time. They’re going to slip up eventually. If it were me, I’d space them out more. Let the authorities lull themselves back into a false sense of security.”

Kate narrowed her eyes, slowly moving further into the apartment. The door closed behind her, just as last time. But instead of being instilled with dread, Batwoman felt a surge of suspicion.

“How did you know-”

“Police scanner.” Nygma answered without breaking his stride. He continued to pace slowly - and his fat prick continued to sway between his wiry legs. His smirk grew, his eyes shining deviously behind his glasses. “And the fact that you’re here.”

Kate felt a number of venomous words building up in her throat, but she swallowed them all back down. She tightened her jaw, her lips pressing tight as she stilled the outrage that was brewing in her chest.

“We need to get down to Grand Avenue. Bomb disposal teams are waiting on us.” She spoke in a calm, flat voice.

Nygma scoffed. He reached down to stroke himself again - Kate realized then that he was trying to keep himself hard.

“I don’t need to do anything. Not until I’ve been compensated for my public service.” He shot back petulantly.

He was a young man, this Eddie Nashton. A college kid… if he hadn’t been expelled for decrying his professors as brain-dead neanderthals. Perhaps this was just another twisted way for him to strike back against authority. But ultimately, the how and why didn’t matter to Kate, only that it was happening. And it was happening to her.

Inwardly, Kate fumed. Batwoman clenched her fists, wanting so desperately to ruin this asshole’s day. Break his nose, break his teeth, put him in the hospital. A marathon of fantasies raced through her mind. But fantasies they would remain.

It was his game. His rules. And if the Batwoman wanted his help, she would have to play.

“We can’t just leave them waiting down there.” She argued lamely. Only a small fire in her voice. Nygma enjoyed token resistance… but not too much.

“Then you’d better work fast.” He said, a dark look in his eyes that not even his glasses could hide away. Kate watched his cock twitch, jerking as his heart pumped blood into the shaft. The skinny fellow leered at her for a moment, dragging his hungry gaze up her suited body. “Strip down this time. I want to see you. But you can leave the mask.”

Kate said nothing. Every fiber of her being wanted to unleash the fury in her heart, to tear into the Riddler and leave him as a weeping, pathetic mess of broken limbs. But time was not on her side. So, slowly, obediently, the Batwoman began to strip away her armor.

First the gauntlets, the gloves, then the boots and the padding around her legs. The chestpiece followed, tossed aside with the rest. Only the undersuit was left, the dark, knife-proof material clinging to her body. Kate reached up under her chin, taking the zipper between her fingers and forcing herself to tug it downward. The front flaps parted and cold air blew across her pale breasts, pebbling her nipples into pink studs. Kate dared not to shiver. She wouldn’t give the bastard the pleasure of seeing her so vulnerable.

Nygma leered without shame and Kate glared back in turn, tugging her arms free of the sleeves and then shimmying the undersuit down her flanks. It was always a struggle to get the damn thing over her hips and ass, Kate grimacing as she forced the tight fabric over the curves of her body. Finally, with a final shove, the undersuit was around her ankles. Kate stepped out, now naked but the black cowl covering the upper half of her head.

She stood and waited, still like a statue even as the cool air coaxed goosebumps out of her bare skin. The man’s hungry gaze held on her, drinking her in. She hated it, hated his smile, hated the way his eyes desired. Even worse was his cock, visibly twitching on its own, the veins lining the fat shaft bulging with hot blood. She could see a bead of precum welling up in the slit, twinkling much like the man’s eyes. Already Kate could taste Nygma on her tongue. She wanted to gag.

He moved upon her, taking slow, deliberate strides.

“One thing I will commend you bat-brutes for…” He said, reaching out with one hand as he drew near. Kate fought the urge to recoil from his touch, forcing herself to remain still as he slid his fingertips over the muscles of her tummy. “You keep yourselves in such wonderful shape. Just lovely.”

He began to circle her, keeping his fingers upon her skin. From her belly, his touch traveled to the curve of her hip, then on to the swells of her buttocks. Kate grit her teeth, feeling a shameful heat rise up her neck and her cheeks. Thankfully, he didn’t stop to grope. Nygma just continued on, circling her until his hand had returned to her flat belly from the opposite side.

Kate felt like a failure. Worse than that, she felt less than human. She wasn’t a heroine then. Her mask didn’t represent hope, or justice. All it offered then was a meager final protection. The only reason Nygma didn’t know her secret identity was because he didn’t care. All he wanted was her body.

As if to prove that point, he reached up to her breasts, taking one of her nipples between his fingers. Kate breathed in, but remained silent. He gave the nub a pinch, slowly tugging it outward. Kate had to bite her tongue to keep a traitorous sound from escaping her throat.

His curiosity only lasted a moment. He released her nipple, letting her tit snap back into form. Kate exhaled softly. And she hated how Nygma seemed to enjoy that.

She wanted to scream as she felt his fat cockhead brush against her naked thighs. Her eyes dropped down, seeing every inch of that monstrosity. Kate only felt dread, knowing that thing would fucking ruin her.

As if he sensed her fear, Nygma spoke again.

“Enjoying you completely, the way a man naturally enjoys a woman… It is tempting. But like you said, we’re short on time. I’ll have to settle for your sweet mouth again. Get down on your knees.”

It was a testament to the nightmare her life had become that Kate Kane was grateful that Nygma would only defile her mouth.

Batwoman obeyed. She lowered herself until the man’s massive cock was throbbing right in her face. She could feel the heat radiating off his shaft, his balls. And god, the scent… She wasn’t even choking on him yet and already Kate’s head was spinning. The smell was thick in her nostrils, a heavy odor that had her belly twisting and legs trembling.

She just couldn’t comprehend that there were women in the world who actually enjoyed this.

Kate gathered herself, preparing to service Nygma again. But before she could begin, she felt his hands settle upon her head. He forced her face into his groin, pressing her nose right into the space between his cock and his balls. The scent was now full force, invading her nose, overloading her senses. Through hazy eyes, Kate looked up and saw Nygma smirking down.

“I want to try this differently tonight. Are you a tough girl, Batlady?”

His fat, fuzzy balls brushed over her lips as she parted them to speak.

“Just shut up and get this over with.” Kate groused, feeling his shaft slide across her cheek. Her cowl thankfully protected her from direct contact, but still she felt his warmth upon her face. It twitched again, making her shudder. It was like a living creature all on its own.

“As you wish.” Nygma smiled.

He wasted little time, angling back to give his cock some room. He aimed it right at her mouth and Kate parted her lips obediently, sticking out her tongue. It had become routine and the ease with which she took him as he guided into her mouth only compounded her shame. The flavor was familiar, salt and sweat and skin. But the force and the pace… that was new.

Nygma took her mouth with vigor now. The confidence brought on by his dominion of her had only emboldened him, Kate realized to her great dread.

She heard him grunting, his face twisted in a grimace as he took a solid grip of her head with both hands. Using that leverage, he urged more of his cock past her lips, deep into her mouth and throat. Kate could not stop him, all she could do was take it. She gurgled and sputtered around him, trying to relax her body to make it easier going down.

Drool and spit built up in her mouth, escaping past her lips, bathing his shaft and balls. From the sound of his groans, Nygma loved it. Bad news for Kate. He started to work his hips faster.

Grunting and gasping, the Riddler began to fuck Batwoman’s face.