Chapter 2: Batholes

Kate Kane was the vicious Batwoman. Every bit as fierce as Batman, she was a force to reckoned with. She was no longer merely some admirer standing in his shadow, but as every bit of a superhero as he was. Unlike him, she was also flexible in the ways she chose to deliver justice, and had no qualms with using firearms against the scum that prowled Gotham’s streets. She had earned her reputation and could stand on her own. Yet she still had her weaknesses.

And there was another talent she had. Bruce Wayne was never a fool, but his main skill was his brute strength. Woe to be those who would dare cross the Batman. It was for that reason that he was so feared. When it came to negotiations, he ensured that he would always be in a position where he came out on top. For that reason alone, even the most perverted and rancid of Gotham’s criminals never dared make this deal with him. She was much the same as him in that regard, having beaten many of the worst scum to a bloody pulp.

But the Batwoman for all her prowess and strength was still a woman. The streets had no shortage of depraved thugs who didn’t come near his size that still lusted after Batman body and soul, but they would never be so bold to do such a thing save those like the Joker. She on the other hand did not have his reputation. After one shameful night, she was beginning to acquire a new one.

The information she had gotten from those thugs was one hundred percent accurate. So it was that when they reached out to her again about even more pertinent intel, she had no choice but to kowtow to their demands. For all her power, there were still times she regretted her lack of strength in being able to protect Gotham. If this was what it took, then so be it.

Just like last time, they met up in a public place. The same time too, she had to make sure they were good to their own on leaving the streets clean of their presence. But things were a little different now. Instead of being at a basketball court, they were at an adult movie theater. The various onlookers were looking between her and this gang of thugs. To their eyes, she was just another whore doing some little dress up for these seedy men. Not the actual Batwoman.

“Glad to see you made it,” said the leader. He wasn’t dressed like a gangster like before, instead he was wearing a top hat and suit, all colored in patterns after the stars and stripes. He had a cane too with an eagle on the top of it. A joker, but not the Joker.

He was leaning forward with a beady smile on his face like a little boy, one of his hands in his pockets doing a certain thing. When she didn’t respond, he stood upright and moved right on over to her before standing upright. He could feel her anger through her mask as she stared right at him, not looking away for an instant. But even after having had the pleasure of knowing her body, he was not stupid either. Knowing what she could do to him if he didn’t tone it down, he looked away and chuckled. It was a fake laugh, they both knew it. Even if it was a concession to her given the current circumstances, there was also no doubt that he and his gang still had the power. The stakes were too great.

“And?” she said, finally.

“And I think we should get started.”

He boldly strode on over to her and planted a sick kiss right on her lips. She recoiled and moved back, but he was unresponsive to her considerations, holding her tight. He only moved forward with his advances, feeling all over her.

She knew her suit should have protected her better from his touches. It was designed to withstand all kinds of punishment, whether it was purely physical tumble or the hazards of the job like fire and bullets. Then of course was the matter of extreme cold and heat, always a favorite trick of the creative cruel criminals of Gotham. But right now she was acutely feeling every single one of his touches.

You have to be fucking kidding me, she thought to herself.

She knew she shouldn’t be feeling it at all. She wanted to believe that it was just a problem of regular wear in tear in her suit from the scuffle she went through the last time she saved the world. There was no way that wherever his hands went, whether it was her back, her crotch, or her butt that she felt a perverse heat on her skin. But there was no denying it.

As much as she hated it, she knew the cause too. It was an unexpected side effect of the last time she let this man and his gang of thugs play with her. Her suit was built to last several times over, designed to protect her body from all kinds of punishment. But right now, her body was punishing her, stoking a perverted heat in her body no matter where he touched her.

He was still feeling her up, his tongue whipping inside of her mouth in a show of pure dominance. Not something that he or any man would be bold enough to do in usual circumstances. But right now he could play with her as he liked. She was only glad that he was keeping his mouth shut. She didn’t need him making a big scene about the terms and conditions of their little arrangement. It was already humiliating enough dealing with the way her body betrayed her, but it was another entirely to have her reputation as a hero publicly torn to shreds. Being known as a vigilante had it’s ups and downs but at least there was an aura of fear with such a thing. But she hated that rumors might begin to spread that the Batwoman was just some gutter skank.

On the plus side, it would make them all the more like to underestimate her. Never a good idea. Knowing that she was as tough as ever was still a source of pride for her.

He broke the kiss and licked his lips. Still holding her, he played with her hair. “You taste good as last time.” He took a lock of her in his hands and he sniffed it. “And you smell better too. You’re really high class, you know that?”

That remark stung her to the bone. It betrayed her actual identity as Kate Kane, not merely as Batwoman. A shameful wetness that disgusted had been growing in her twat but that remark from him cut her enough to finally ignore it. She pushed him back, a little harder than she intended too. He actually stumbled on his feet and almost fell back. “Let’s just get this over with!” she said.

He picked himself up. His buddies were looking at him, and some of them were actually willing to pick a fight with her after that. But he just calmly picked himself up, sorted himself out, and straightened out his ridiculous outfit back to the way it was. He spun his cane in his hand and pointed it right at her. “Eager too,” he said, totally unbothered by her transparent fury.

He walked past her like nothing had happened. Then he actually spanked her tush loud enough for everyone there to hear it. That alone dispelled all the tension that was in the air from her daring to resist him. She shot daggers at him with her eyes and glared right at him. He just turned back to look right at her and winked.

He whistled at his men and one of his boys brought out a small mini-safe. Nowhere near as big and elaborate as the one from before. But she knew it’s kind. It wasn’t as impressive looking as the one from last time. Still it wasn’t something to be underestimated. This one was coded to operate only from a specific set of fingerprints. It was seen in big banks and safe houses used by corporate bigwigs as much as it was in the criminal underworld. And knowing them, they probably rigged it with some kind of explosive if she tried anything.

“The terms are the same,” the leader said finally. “But we’re going to be changing things up a bit.”

“How’s that? I suggest you just have your fun like you did last time and be done with it. I have more important things to do than you.”

His thugs whistled at that. Even he was a bit impressed. But he just held his hands up and shook his head. “Oh we’ve already had our fill of you. Didn’t we boys?” That got them rowdy. They were making a ruckus alright, and it got so loud that coupled with the way she had already fought back against him once that she might have to fight her way out of this one for real. “But that doesn’t mean other people can’t have their fun too, right? We’re criminals! Not pigs.”

“Other people?” She didn’t like what he was implying.

He didn’t answer either. Instead he motioned forward with his arm, and he and his gang moved forward down a small corridor to a doorway. She reluctantly followed.

They were in a public sex booth. There were already some people in there having their fun, standing outside of the stalls with their cocks inside of them. There were those close to an orgasm and they were making embarrassing noises as they were getting worked, and then there were those who were not so close and they saw her. With her mask on and in that tight suit, she could have easily passed for the usual type of woman to frequent this sort of place, all the men here were smiling at the sight of her. The leader bowed and opened the door to an empty one, pointing inside with his cane. She got in, and the door shut behind her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls from all over the world!” the leader said loudly, holding his arms out like he really was a showman. “Tonight we have a most curious attraction for your entertainment! I present to you the one and only Batwoman!”

Kate was becoming incensed. The other customers of this venue didn’t know they were dealing with the real Batwoman, but she did, and so did her current unsavory compatriots. She knew exactly what he was doing. She hoped that he wouldn’t try and convince people he wasn’t just putting on a show either. He didn’t know her name or face, but he had seen her naked. Her tattoos were a thing that could be used to identify and humiliate her.

Fortunately he was not so cruel as that. He still didn’t know one thing about her, and beautiful women with tattoos were such a common occurrence these days whether they lived out in big cities like Gotham or even out in the bumfuck of nowhere that even if he memorized them down to the shape and color, he still didn’t know anything about her. Nor did he really care who she was. The most important part of her identity was right here. And he had her in the palms of his hands.

He tapped the head of his cane on the door of the booth. Reluctantly, she walked over to it. She got in there and he shut the door behind her.

Now that she was inside of it, she could see how many holes were in there. At first what registered in her mind was how many there were, she didn’t have time to count. But then as she counted, she realized it was probably at least a little under a dozen. This wasn’t some cheap bathroom glory hole, this was more like a fuckpit.

Not to mention all the graffiti too. It was to be expected, being in this kind of place. Growing up as a wealthy heiress and her current pampered life as a socialite always meant that whenever it was time to do her business, she was in fine and pristine bathrooms free of any profanity or defilement. A place where a lady could feel like a lady. But when she served in the military, she recoiled the first time she actually had to do that in these sorts of places on the regular and she had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t the first time she had seen one of them either, she used to sneak off as a kid to all sorts of abandoned houses and mansions and seen all sorts of seedy writings on the wall. Whenever her folks had to stop at a small little convenience store because her parents had to refill the tank, she usually had to go and she’d see these places with all kinds of profane writings, shocking her at first, but eventually she grew used to it. It was one thing to just see these kinds of places, and she would in time grow used to doing her business in them and that would be the end of it. She would eventually do things that would make her initial disgust seem like what it was, a child’s reaction and nothing more.

But in her current situation that shock she hadn’t felt in so long was there again. The same writings, random phone numbers purportedly advertising all sorts of seedy services, inverse takes on popular slogans like, ‘Say yes to drugs!’, statements about politicians and famous people like ‘HARVEY DENT WUZ HERE’ with a surprisingly detailed picture of him depicting the scarred side of his face as having eyeshadow and lipstick with that other eye seductively half-lidded, and then there were all the crude drawings of genitalia and fucking right next to drawings of hearts. There were old discarded condoms lying on the floor, which itself was stained with things she had a pretty good idea of. It wasn’t the first time she had seen such things, had found many a runaway convict using one of these places to hide. But in her current situation with what she had resigned herself to do, the situation was totally different. She was now one of the things being advertised here.

Not in the least because things started up right away. Two of the holes filled right up with dicks, both on walls facing opposite from each other. She didn’t know if they were the penises from the leader and his gang or just some of the fine customers here to have a good time but she also realized that it didn’t matter. She had no choice but to service them.

But she still had her pride. She would not do what most of the people here did in the stalls from the beginning. Instead she would avoid the shame that came with being in a place like this one as well as from that night she hated.

She grabbed one of the dicks in her hands. Her batsuit was tough enough to withstand any amount of punishment imaginable given who she was often going up against. At the same time, the surface was very soft. It would be enough to caress any naked penis to satisfaction. It was not the intended use of her costume and she hated having to defile it in such a way. But in the privacy of this stall, she refused to full out let herself be debased like last time.

Though her notions of pride were quickly dispelled. She realized with the other penis on a wall far enough behind her that she couldn’t just reach and grab that one too. Grumbling to herself, she bent over so that her ass was sticking up in the air and moved it right onto his cock. Still jacking off the other dick, she bounced her donk up and down on that dick to get it off.

They were both so horny that she could feel their heat through her suit. She intended to use this position to keep herself from doing it directly with these guys, but whatever her proud intentions, she realized she had only found a new way to debase herself. Both of the guys on the other end of the stall had also started moving back and forth. After the last night with the band of criminals who organized this get together, she was acutely aware of what a dick felt like when it was ready to bust wide open. These guys were far from finished.

But she knew they were liking it too. She didn’t have to step things up a notch. Instead she remained in that current position, beating off the one and gyrating her ass all over the other. If someone had a bird’s eye view of the situation, they wouldn’t see a hardened crimefighter, instead they’d see some stripper wearing some kinky nightwear to appeal to these two perverts’ sensibilities.

As she kept going at it, she felt them getting harder. No matter what resignations she had made to finish this task, there was no getting over the humiliating nature of her task. What was worse was that the motions of the one grinding up on her ass was filling her whole twat underneath her suit with a perverted heat, and some part of her in the back of her mind she hated grew curious on how he would feel inside of her. But however humiliating this position was, at least it was a step closer to getting this awful job finished.

It would be sooner than she realized. Suddenly, the dick in back burst wide open, blowing a load of semen all over her ass, while the other one nearly right in front of her trembled in the confines of her soft fingers and palms before cumming all over the place. The nut of the latter cock was so strong that she had to move her face back from getting some of his goo on it. Luckily she backed out just in time. She clamped down her grip on his pecker and moved it to the side to keep herself further unblemished from any additional cum.

Finished with them, they moved back. But it wasn’t long before they were replaced by two new pricks. The walls were adjacent to each other and right beside her. She couldn’t use her earlier technique of using her ass to get them off. That was fine. She’d put those strong hands to their full use.

She took both of those cocks within her grasp and yanked on the both of them. As she had surmised earlier, they were getting off on it just as much as the other two. She didn’t waste any time and jacked them off at full strength, using just the right amount of tenderness. Before she knew it, one of them had already came, leaking all over the place. That dick pulled itself right out and another poked itself right in through that same hole.

She went to work jacking off the new dick too. But the other one remained just as hard as ever. She heard a voice saying, “Man, this feels good, but it’s not enough.”

“Looks like she’s not doing her part,” said the leader. “If she’s not doing everything in her power to make you happy, maybe we should cut this night short. Things will go back to the way they were.”

That got her attention. As much as she hated it, she realized she’d have to be a little more direct with them. Not letting go of the one dick, she re-positioned herself so her face was next to the one that was complaining.

Kate looked at it. The thing was big and up close, and she realized just how familiar sucking dick had become to her in such a short time. Though her mouth wasn’t the only thing she had become familiar with dick either. She remembered the last time she did this kind of thing with a whole bunch of men.

Taking a deep breath, she took that dick in her mouth while beating off the other one. Both of them tensed up instantly, and she couldn’t decide which one got bigger and harder either. But at the same time, that didn’t matter for her. The only thing she was concentrating on was getting them off.

Though it mattered plenty to her current paramours. With the positions they were in on different walls, neither of them could see each other. That didn’t change just how much of a good time they were having. The guy she was sucking off loved the way she was gorging on his dick. It wasn’t strictly mechanical but it didn’t feel like she was inexperienced either. She was going down on him real hard, real fast, so much that anyone with an eyeful of her doing this from inside would have thought it looked like she was almost gagging down on that dick. After that warning, she wasn’t going to take any chances.

She could feel how hot it was getting in her mouth. Even in her own mind she couldn’t imagine herself as a superhero keeping the world safe. All she could think about was last time when a bunch of men used her, put these dicks inside of her as they saw fit, even making her cum. Deep under her suit, that troublesome heat grew worse.

The other guy was having himself a damn good time too. Normally her hand would have never felt as good as her mouth. But the fabric of her suit felt so smooth on the naked skin of his penis that he was getting really hard from every little touch. She was being really fast with the way she was stroking him too. It didn’t feel like she was jerking him off, it felt like she was doing something else altogether to his pecker, and all he could think was that he was in heaven.

She was hellbent on getting them off as fast as possible. She didn’t want this one to last any longer than it had to, and moved her head back and forth faster in an attempt to get him off sooner. But in the process of doing that, it meant that these guys were also having themselves a hell of a time too. From the increasing hardness in their members and the distinct noises they were making on the other side of the wall compared to all the other hollering and hooting, she knew she was getting them off.