The Breaking of the Batwoman. Part 2
Batwoman had no idea how long iy went on, nor did she care. When she finally
came back to reality, she was still in Joker's arms and he was puffing on the
blunt. He had an evil, satisfied look on his face.
"Y'know?" He began. "I'm glad you finally realized your place. I should fuck
your goddamn throat and make you gag on my dick and my nut---Bitch. But I've
got something even better in mind. Since you profess to love dick so much more
than pussy, and you have loved some pussy over the past couple of days, I'll
tell you what! I'm gonna give you the dick of your dreams!" Joker stated then
inserted a thin needle in Batwoman's neck. She nodded off to sleep immediately.
Day four soon came.
When she awoke, Batwoman was shackled to what looked like some kind of pommel
horse. Having been a gymnast prior to beginning her crime fighting career, it
was all-too familiar, but somehow different. She looked around and got her
bearings, at least as best as she could. It appeared that she was in some kind
of barn, complete with the requisite haystacks.
Without a word, Domo bounded in. He had an evil look in his eye. The mad dwarf
had a big jar---big even for him. He scooped into it with his hand, and from
behind Batwoman could feel him applying what felt like tons of petroleum jelly
to and inside her pussy. He just scooped out handfuls of it, until it dripped
out of her in warm rivulets.
"Well, I'm glad Sleeping Beauty finally decided to wake up! Couldn't start the
show without you." The Clown Prince of Crime stated as he came in, leading a
black stallion by the bridle. A real horse this time, not a stallion boy.
"I'd like to introduce you to Blackie. He's my prime stallion. Keep him for
special occasions and he always rises to them!" Joker exclaimed.
Batwoman had to look over her shoulder to see. She was effectively immobilized
from being tied up. But this definitely did not look good. Her heart raced in
her chest.
Joker moved Blackie to a position behind Batwoman, and then summoned another
female slave. It was Cinderella again. She was wearing a robe which she
quickly discarded. Underneath she wore nothing but riding boots. Giving Joker
and Batwoman a sultry look, she turned and began to run her hand along Blackie's
flanks. It wasn't long before she was actually caressing and even kissing him
on his back, sides and withers. She planted, deep, passionate kisses on his
muscular rump. To Batwoman's amazement, the woman climbed up on Blackie's back
and began to slide her lower torso back and forth on him. She was rubbing her
pussy back and forth on the horse withers and began to moan sensuously as she
did so. It wasn't long until she cried out in the throes of her orgasm, coating
the horse's back with thick, white smeg. Several minutes of undulating passed
and then she slid down.
Batwoman's eyes went wide as the woman repositioned herself sideways. The, to
her utter astonishment, she watched the woman slide under the horse! The woman
began to stroke the horse's monstrous member with both hands as it protruded
from its sheath. And Batwoman could see the impossibly huge and long horsecock
growing, hardening, and pushing more and more out of the sheath. It was
incredibly massive. Simply impossible, Batwoman thought to herself. She had
never even imagined anything so huge.
Two slaves moved a wooden platform into place underneath Blackie. Cinderella
quickly positioned herself on it, lying on her back. She never released her
grip on the horse's cock as she did so. Still stroking it, she began to lick
and kiss the fat, blunt head of it. It seemed too massive to possibly fit in
her mouth, as she began to make passionate oral love to Blackie's equine meat.
Her tongue darted in and out of the pee hole and she licked lovingly around the
entire head, as the horse whinnied and nayed, obviously enjoying the woman's
ministrations. The slave steadied the beast as she continued to service his
cock.
Cinderella slid off of the platform and, Blackie's member still in one hand,
went right to licking his softball sized testicles in his leathery-smooth ball
sac. She cupped her hand underneath them feeling their impossible weight and
girth. They were incredibly hot to the touch, and Cindy could feel how
impossibly full they were. She kissed, licked and caressed them taking in
Blackie's wondrous musk and taste, and imagining the gallons of cum inside his
swollen horsenuts.
After long minutes of watching the woman orally service the powerful stallion,
watching her play with a cock and balls she was having a hard time even
imagining, Batwoman watched the woman slide back onto the platform. She never
let go of Blackie's long, hard tube. Batwoman watched as the woman lifted her
legs, opening wide and guiding the monstrous member down between them. She
watched in shock and awe as the woman's expression changed and a loud groan
escaped her lips. Batwoman's heart almost stopped as she watched the woman push
the huge horsecock up inside her pussy! Her mouth hung open as she saw the
woman actually taking more of him inside her. She could literally see it
pushing into the woman's small, flat, belly as the woman moaned louder and
shouted aloud. There was a look of pure ecstasy on her face as she took the
beast member inside her tiny body.
Domo pulled the pulverizing pud out of Cinderella with a resounding pop and
Batwoman thought she was dead. But moments later, the young woman was begging
to be filled again. Pleading for anyone to fuck her and to have Blackie's clock
back.
"Please! Oh god, please Master! I wanna fuck Blackie! I want him to fuck me
so hard an' deep! I'll take him any way you want me to! Oh please, Master, I
need it! I need to be fucked so bad!" She pleaded.
Domo got up on the platform, bent the slave over and gave her her wish in both
holes, followed by the same from Sweet Tooth, and, to Batwoman's horror, Bambi
and Thumper too! They had cocks!
"Now..." Joker began again. "...Bat-Bitch! I'm gonna find out just how hetero
you really are!" he emoted, and slapped his right thigh with one hand, dropping
the reins. All at once Blackie reared up on his hind legs and, in one
well-trained motion, rested his front legs on the post Batwoman was tied to.
She couldn't help but cry out, afraid she would be crushed. She could see the
monstrous horse member, now positioned directly behind her helpless form.
"No!" Batwoman cried out as her mind reeled from the revelation of what was
about to occur. She began to weep uncontrollably, every ounce of bravery and
resolve gone. Her knees went weak, but with her arms and legs tied, she was
held upright and in fucking position. Even if she passed out, she would remain
accessible to Blackie's bestial ruttings.
The beast didn't hesitate, probing for her opening with his cock. It was small
and tight. It would be neither after Blackie finished with it. Batwoman was
all of 4'-9" and 100 lbs. her vagina, although well "conditioned" from Joker's
training, was still much too small o accommodate anything even close to
Blackie's size. Although well developed, with womanly hips and ample breasts,
Batwoman was, nonetheless, not much bigger than a pre-adolescent girl.
She shook from fright and cried out. Batwoman begged and plead with the Joker
to stop Blackie. She pleaded with every fiber of her being. She addressed
Joker as "My King", "Master", and "Sire." Days ago she had welcomed death. Now
the prospect terrified her. The prospect of being ripped apart by a huge
rutting animal, of literally being impaled, was terrifying. It was a kind of
death she had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined. Her cries became insane
rantings, as terror gripped her. She felt the head of Blackie's member finder
her buttery opening and Batwoman screamed at the top of her lungs, a scream that
would have waked the dead in Hades.
Joker was at her side, his eyes wide with glee. He held a hand up and Blackie
was pulled back, off the wooden bar. Batwoman's head dropped and she began to
son uncontrollably.
As Joker raised her head in his hand, he looked into her water-filled eyes. He
knew the look well. It was the look that he had dreamed of for so very long.
It was the look that a wild horse had in its eyes, just after it had been
broken.
"What's your name?" Joker spoke softly but firmly.
"B-B-B-B-Bat..." She tried to form the words. "B-B-B-Bat..." She couldn't do
it. It wasn't inside her anymore. All of that was gone from her: gone forever,
along with her spirit. Her eyes dropped, as she was no longer able to meet the
Joker's gaze. Her head dropped, as if all the strength had left her neck and
she stared at the puddle on the floor beneath her. She had, in her terror,
released the entire contents of her bladder---peed all over herself, and it had
dribbled onto the floor. She had never felt so ashamed in all her life as she
did at that moment. She wanted to be used: needed to be used. At least that
way, she would have a purpose instead of being a useless shell of self-pity and
loathing.
"Oh Master." She breathed before she even thought about it. Then she realized
she was now his! She was the Joker's slave. He had broken her!
Joker lifted her head again and held it as he stared wildly into her eyes.
"What is your name---Bitch?" He stated more forcefully.
"B-B-B.." She tried to say it again, and again it would not cross her lips.
"Liza." She finally whispered. "Liza Trestle---Bitch!" She managed to get out
and let out another sob.
"The infamous Trestle bitch! I was beginning to think you were a myth. I am so
glad you survived your little ordeal. But your name is no longer Liza Trestle.
Henceforth you will be the meat served to all my other slaves, so that you may
satiate their hunger! You will be passed around and partaken of by all her, at
my whim and at my choosing, just like a blunt. Your mouth, your hands, your
asshole, your pussy will give service as I choose and as I see fit, when, how
and where I want for as long as I want!
Joker moved around in front of her and he undid his pants, taking out his own
member. He stroked it unashamedly, getting it rock hard and pointing at the
ceiling. Liza didn't take her eyes off of it, and strangely enough, felt her
mouth begin to water in anticipation.
Joker moved behind her and ripped off the filthy mask, then threw the last
vestige of what she had been at her feet. Joker slid his pants down to just
below his butt and rammed his dick up into Liza from behind. She groaned and
her entire body shuddered as she felt him slide into her walls.
Joker grabbed Liza's hair like the reins of a horse and rode her pussy, easily
driving his cockhead to the end of her tight pussy. He increased his rhythm and
began to slap her on the ass---hard! His handprints could be seen on her
alabaster skin.
Liza bit her bottom lip and bucked her hips to meet Joker's lustful pumping.
She wanted his dick more than anything she had ever wanted in her life! Liza
squeezed and massaged his member with her walls, as it slid in and out of her.
She made love to it like she had never done with any mane before and would never
with any other man again.
The Joker reached around and ran his gloved fingers up and down her sex, where
their bodies were joined. He gave a signal and two henchmen released Liza's
wrists from their bonds. Her right hand immediately went between her legs and
cupped Joker's smooth, swollen balls, nurturing and protecting them. Joker
groaned this time and began to pump Liza with an inhuman fury.
Liza, with the grace of a circus acrobat, bent down and, literally, slipped her
torso between her own legs like a contortionist. From that position, she began
to lick Joker's rock-hard dick as it slid in and out of her, licking her own
juices off of it.
Joker grunted three or four times in succession and then he let out a load
growl, like some wild animal. It filled the entire barn and Liza screamed
again, this time out of ecstasy, as Joker filler her up with his hot, steamy
load. She felt the hot seed spurting against her cervix. She saw his balls
tighten and contract, releasing their pent up nut sauce.
Her first scream was from surprise: surprise at the force of his blast and the
fiery heat of it inside her. Her next screams were from her own orgasm. If
Joker had not held her by the hips, she would have fallen over as her mind
exploded. And Joker exploded.
His copious load and Liza's mind reeled again as his spunk dribbled on her face,
dripping out of her own spasming quim. It only heightened the orgasm as she let
the sweet sticky sauce fall into her mouth and splatter on her face. She was
amazed to find that Joker's spunk was sweet with only a hint of saltiness. Liza
milked her King's balls and cock to coax every drop of his semen out.
"You're my property now, Bitch." Joker breathed, still pushed up inside Liza to
the end of her cervix.
Liza straightened up, face full of jism, and rested her arms on the pommel
horse.
"Yes, Master. Always." Liza emoted, reaching between hr legs again to caress
Joker's balls. Hoping she had satisfied him, desperately needing him to say so.
She wanted to know she had fulfilled her one and only true purpose in life,
pleasing the Joker.
Suddenly Joker pulled away. He turned to his henchmen and commanded...
"Get Blackie over here---now! I want this bitch split in two! Somebody get me
some popcorn! This is gonna be one hell of a screamfest!"
Liza let out a bloodcurdling scream as Blackie mounted up. The next scream was
even worse as the beast drove his titanic tool into her twat!
