World of the Women update (Patreon)

Leaving the Woman-Bat thoroughly sedated, chained, and awaiting the strenuous course of treatments that would undo her transformation, Batwoman made her way to where the Batcycle was secured. It was a quiet enough night that she didn’t fear ambush, so she queued up the mapping feature of the HUD in her cowl and looked up Barbara’s location. To her modest surprise, the Batmobile was at Lake Halsey—and pulling up the audio feed from the cockpit, it was clear Barbara and her new friend weren’t fishing.

Kate smiled to herself. ‘Dick’ indeed… the aptly named stranger from another universe was proving himself a powerful ally. Maybe too much for Barbara: while she was a natural, the girl was barely out of high school. There was only so much training Kate had been able to give her.

Hearing Barbara cry out in enthusiastic, but strained orgasm, Kate could tell she’d need help to pull off her end of the team-up. And after the fight with Woman-Bat, Kate was more than ready to burn off some excess energy.

She mounted her bike, kicking the engine to life, then grinding her center down onto the thrumming motor. It gave her a tingling rush as she took off, hurrying to Barbara’s ‘rescue’… and listening in on just how screwed she was.

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“God, Dick, yes! Fuck me harder! Christ, Christ, go deeper! Eeeeahh! Fuck! You’re killing me with that cock!”

Barbara was flat on her back on the hood of the Batmobile, crying out with delight as Dick furiously rutted her. She was naked but for cape, cowl, gloves, and boots—Dick had noted how the costumes of this universe seemed much easier to remove.

He thrust his prick into her with force that rocked the car on its suspension, his body slapping against her pubic mound with each stroke, rocking her figure inches along the car’s chassis as the savage fuck continued.

Dick still had his boots and the upper half of his costume on, having hastily stripped what little he needed to off to have a full range of motion in fucking Barbara as soon as possible. She tried her best to reach down and pull the top of his suit up his back, to watch his ass flex and clench as he slammed into her hungry sex.

A rivulet of her cream ran down the hood she was splayed on, growing thicker and longer with each thrust Dick made inside her. His thick balls slapped against her ass, a metronome marking every time he tensed his body and rutted into her.

“Fuck me, you monster! Give it to me hard! Aaagghhh!”

Dick kept humping her until their pitching bodies reached the cockpit of the Batmobile. The hood was streaked and stained from the bumper of the car to where they now fucked. Barbara braced herself against the slick glass of the windshield, her face pressing up against it every time Dick stroked into her pussy. The surrounding forest was in on the act: a branch above rained pine needles down on them every time Dick’s hips slammed between her open thighs. Barbara had to spit them out of her mouth a few times, but no matter how often it happened, she couldn’t keep her lips shut. She had to gasp and moan.

He felt huge inside her—so enormous he might split her right down the middle. And no matter how fast he went, Barbara matched him stroke for stroke. He heaved, moaned, giving Barbara flickering pain as she stretched and strained to contain him, but the hurt was quickly exchanged for pleasure.

Dick’s eyes were shut tight, his teeth gritted with the force of the ecstasy he was withstanding… Barbara felt the same as she struggled to meet all of his potent thrusts. Their bodies collided again and again, the heat of his precum blooming inside her, replaced the juices that splashed out of her cunt. Barbara was glad they’d done this outside the car. If they were still inside, the carpet would’ve ended up as damp and matted as her curly red pubic thatch.

Barbara felt like she was astraddle the muzzle of a cannon, one that fired every time Dick thrust his oversized prick into her. Waves of delicious pleasure ran through her body despite how ruthlessly he was attacking it. He had her pressed hard against the windshield and she was so overwhelmed by how ferociously he was using her that she thought the world was caving in all around her.

“More, Dick! More! Oh shit, it feels so goddamn good! Fuck me to death! I’ll fucking love it! Oh! RRGGH!”

Dick’s hips kept up the merciless rhythm. He groaned with enjoyment as Barbara’s sex was forced to suckle at his manhood. Barbara could feel how his scrotum was tightening up, hard and leaden, as it kept slapping against her tender buttocks. He was going to come soon. And just in time—she didn’t know how much more her ravaged pussy could take. Her clit was thrumming almost unbearably; Dick’s shaft continued to rasp against it with each stroke he gave her.

Her hot pussy spasmed, massaging Dick’s prick with the first throes of climax. She clenched around his erection, though Barbara’s ecstatic tightness convulsed with each drive Dick made into her. Pumping his cock to the very core of the slippery furnace between her legs.

Barbara wrapped her long legs around Dick’s body as tightly as she could, locking her ankles behind his back, wanting to merge her cunt with his endlessly pumping cock for all time. She coiled her arms around his neck and buried his face between her madly jiggling breasts. Then she let the ecstasy he was giving her vent uncontrollably out of her. Barbara was screaming even before she felt the first hot spurts of his cum bring her pussy to a boil.