Chapter 3: Her Biggest Fan

Kate Kane stirred in her bed. Tonight was another night with these men. The appointed date was in the info they gave her. She had hardly taken stock of it at the time, the info she got was too great and she had ended up saving too many lives to count. She was proud. And her reunion with those thugs seemed so far away.

But as time got closer, a familiar feeling of dread returned. Each night she scouted Gotham’s streets, hoping she would find them trying something. Then she would have an excuse to beat them to a bloody pulp. Would have a good reason to end this whole arrangement too.

But they didn’t. It was the third time she had agreed to do this sort of thing. As much as she hated it, her current clients of a sort had lived up to their word. The streets were safe and the intel they gave her at the end always turned out to be right on the money.

That wasn’t the only thing. She couldn’t look at her batsuit the same anymore. After using it to please a bunch of men in a gloryhole, it just made her feel like that much more of a whore. It was one thing having her body played with. This something she considered a second skin, a suit of armor, could protect her body, but it couldn’t protect her mind.

More than that, it made her body feel more than protected. Everytime she put it on before going out to hunt down the evildoers of the night, a dark lurid heat swept through her body. Not something she was unused to, she had shared plenty evenings with other beautiful women in her life. Yet as much as she tried to tell herself that, she knew there was a darker reason for that happening.

The night before this dark night as she was preparing to go to bed she had just completed a successful scan of Gothan City. She had just returned to the safety of her mansion, and still, that heat was so much worse. A sudden sharp jolt wracked her pussy and made her nipples hard. She knew why it was happening to her. But it didn’t make her any less irritated.

Tossing and turning in the sheets, she couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t believe she was going to do this. But at least here, it was in the privacy of her own home. Taking her hands, she remembered the previous two nights in earnest and began touching herself.

Her finger slid so easily into her wet pussy. The relief was immediate, easily one of the best starts to a masturbation fit in a long time. Maybe that was because of the racy and lewd thoughts flooding her mind. She had played with herself after that second night, but it was purely just to satisfy herself. Now however much as she hated to admit it, she needed it.

Kate contorted her body forward, almost curled up. She grabbed one of her breasts and pinched the nipple, it was already so swollen. Not stopping fingering her pussy for an instant, she fondled her tits all over with the other hand and ran it all over her body. Dark thoughts of those men touching her surged in her mind and it felt so good, but she didn’t care. If it would make this flame go away, then fine.

Before she knew it, she found herself on the verge of a climax. She wanted it, she needed it, and touched herself even more. She couldn’t believe how good this felt. She told herself it was because she had been denying herself earlier. But a thought in the back of her mind she hated said that it was because she was learning to like it.

She actually gasped when she came. She looked at her fingers, covered in wet dew. It had been a long time since she had an orgasm from her own hands that was so intense. It felt so good.

But in the back of her mind, the leader’s voice taunted her.

Just like the first two times, this third encounter was to take place a good three or four hours after midnight. What she had endured at the hands of these thugs had not failed to diminish her vigilance, and she scouted Gotham’s mean streets several times to make sure they had had lived up to this part of the bargain.

She almost wished they were lying this time. The ferocity of a fight was easy. It was what she was made for, had grown used to it and no matter how bruised and injured she got, she knew the stakes. Win or lose, it was as simple as that. And even in her losses, she still gave them one hell of a fight. They would always come off the worse for wear.

Now though, she had no choice but to endure this humiliation. She couldn’t fight back, she couldn’t resist. She had no choice but to do as they said. They were always good to their word. But she hated this far more than a black eye earned in the heat of combat.

As she was making her way to the designated location, she heard a ruckus in the distance. Forgetting about her little rendezvous, she made a beeline for the sounds of it. She saw several toughs holding some kid at knifepoint. Young, real chubby and wearing glasses, there was no way he’d stand a chance against them.

She got up close and engaged with every single one of them. The fight was a bit harder than she expected. Clearly they were juiced up or something, genetically enhanced. She didn’t know which and it didn’t matter.

The kid backed away, watching in awe as she sparred with her opponents. Getting desperate, she drew a pistol and shot one of them right in the stomach. He stumbled, was hurt, but still standing. Took another shot, this time in the heart. Again, nothing. Furious, she filled each of them up with lead.

They were on their last legs until her clip was empty. But they weren’t down for the count. Cracking her knuckles, she got up close and personal, intending to dispatch them once and for all. Eventually she took out every single one of them, and they were lying on the streets.

Forgetting them and tonight’s arrangement, she ran up to the kid. “Are you okay!” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. His voice was wavering, it was that mix of fear and joy. “Are you ... are you really Batwoman?”

All her ashamed thoughts of having another round with those thugs went right out the window. She posed confidently and said, “That’s right. And those guys never stood a chance.”

“This is so awesome!” he said. “I’m your biggest fan! I have actions figures and posters and...”

“I can’t help being this cool,” she said, confidently throwing her hair back. “Now how about you run on home? There might be more guys like that where they came from.”

“Okay!” He ran to a nearby apartment building and turning back to look at her one final time, smiled before he shut the door behind him.

The designated place they told her to go to was nearby. An alleyway just outside the apartment complex. She couldn’t begin to imagine what would happen to her this time. This time she was going to give them a piece of her mind.

The leader was there, dressed up as...

Batman? What?

Even with that mask, she could tell it was him. He was sitting on a safe like it was a throne. All she could think of were the Sons of Batman. If this was a final joke before they went back on their word and intended to take her out for real, she intended to make them regret it. She had a pistol at her side, one of the ways she took pride in being different from Batman. He beat crime to a bloody pulp with his fists. She would strike from near and afar. And if they came armed with guns too, she’d prove she was more of a sharpshooter than they could ever hope to be.

But she kept calm. “What are you doing?” she hissed.

“Waiting for you.”

“No I mean ... what the fuck is up with the get up?”

“You don’t like it?” he said, standing up. “Ever since the OG Batman, there was Batgirl, and then you. I figure maybe I should get in on the act too. It’s my way of saying that I’m your fan!”

“You don’t say.” Even after all this bozo had put her through, she was actually feeling amused. From the shadows around him came his buddies, also dressed up like Batman. The leader didn’t quite get the look of Batman down pat, but compared to them, he looked like the genuine article. The rest of them were wearing hockey pads, goggles, and all kinds of other improvised gear to look the part. “Is this a joke?”

“Oh no I’m quite serious,” he said. “You’ve inspired us. We’re your fans now. I even ordered a Batwoman sex toy off the internet. Doesn’t feel as good as you do of course, but hey. I’m devoted to proving how crazy about I really am! Ain’t that right boys?” The rest of the goons cheered him on and then they looked right at her and said, “Bat-wo-man! Bat-wo-man!”

“Uh-huh.” She tried to keep calm, in any other situation hearing these guys go off like that would be mildly amusing. But right now it just filled her up with unease. Not the least of when they all unzipped their flies.

“Before you get to attend tonight’s show, there’s a ticket you’ll have to pay,” said the leader. “So let’s see you put that pretty mouth to work. And then we’ll give you a front row seat!”

“I don’t think so,” she said.

“Oh? And why not?”

“You said you’d keep your boys off the streets. That kid there...”

“Those people weren’t ours. Though we had been keeping an eye on him. Those guys had been stalking that kid for awhile now. Figured tonight might be when they finally jumped him. Why do you think we chose this place for our meeting spot?”

“Then why didn’t you do anything to help him?”

“You had a bit of a handful with them. We all saw it. I didn’t think for an instant that all of us together would actually begin to stand a chance. But you did, didn’t you. I knew you’d be able to do it.” He snickered. “Just another reason why we’re your fans. Now,” he said, leaning forward, “are we gonna do this deal or not? He lazily kicked on the safe door. “The streets are safe and you saved him. That’s really all that matters isn’t it. Now come, perform your heroic duty and make us cum.”

Kate closed her eyes, glowering with a silent anger. But she did as she was told. She got down on her knees and closing her eyes, opened up her mouth.

The leader was first, shoving his cock right inside her. He had long put any notions of fear to rest with his tough as nails vigilante, and moved back and forth, gliding his dick on her tongue and the roof of her mouth. While he was doing that, another got behind her and taking her red hair, wrapped his pecker in her soft red locks. Two others got to the side of her. Before they even said anything, she grabbed their penises and started beating them off.

She was getting a lot better at fellatio than she realized because the leader shot his load down her throat before he even realized it. He whooped with a smile and stepped back, pulling up his fly. Two others took his place. She took turns, fellating each of the two new dicks in turn while continuing to beat off the other two at that perfect pace and another one was beating his cock off in her hair.

That heat was already blooming into her body. She would not let herself be overwhelmed by it. Just another side effect of this task. She knew why it was there. But that didn’t make it any less of a nuisance.

The two she was beating off bust their nuts next. Feeling their dicks soften in her hands, she had a mind to tear them off. But she didn’t, and continued sucking off the other two. She hoped that whatever else they had planned for her tonight wouldn’t be too nasty.

She had just turned to inhale another dick when he suddenly shot his cream right down her throat. She almost gagged on that flow of semen, when the other one seeing his buddy cum was stung by an intense orgasm and shot his load, dripping all over her face. Now there was only the one with her hair.

“Would you hurry up and get it over with already!” she said, turning her head back to glare at him.

“Patience, patience,” said the leader. “All good things come to those who wait.”

She sucked in her breath out of irritation. She refused to look at any of them. The leader got out a bottle of water and taking off the lid, poured it on her face to clean her expression of cum, then shoved it in her mouth to wash down the rest of it down her throat. It only made her angrier, feeling that water on her head and a guy rocking his cock in her hair at the same time.

She heard him sound like he was gagging and then he grunted, shooting his cum all in her hair. She closed her eyes and did her best to ignore it. She hoped this would be the worst of it.

The leader poured the rest of the water in her hair, getting all that cum out. Then he took his position back on the safe, sitting on top of it.

“I say we’re your fans, but we’re not your biggest fans, are we boys?” The rest of them shook their heads and said, ‘No way boss!’ or ‘Nope.’ She didn’t like the direction of where this one was going one bit. “We’re not your biggest fans.” He looked down and chuckled darkly. “But we do know where your biggest fan is.” He nodded upward at the apartment building. “He’s living in here.” He held out an envelope and she snatched it from his hands. She opened it up and found an earpiece along with a spare set of keys with an apartment number on them.

“What do you want me to do?” She had an idea already, but she didn’t like it.

The leader brought out a laptop, showing a night vision interior of someone’s room. She could see the kid from earlier sleeping in his bed, and Batwoman posters, action figures, all over the place. “He’s just turned eighteen, barely a man. How about you go in there and make his dream come true, make him a man for real? You know the stakes. It’s not fair we get to have all the fun.”

“You planned this one. That kid is probably one of yours too.”

“A relative of a relative of my uncle. I took a special interest in him when I learned how much he adores you at a family reunion. Must run in the blood.” He laughed so hard his shoulders were shaking. “I’ll tell you one thing. This boy’s a virgin! And we want to make his first time something special.”

“And you want to beat off to it all the while?” She realized the danger in antagonizing these thugs, but right now she was feeling that defiant.

“Is that a crime? I figured you’d be okay with it. Or we can have you for a spin after you’re done giving him the night of his life. I didn’t think you were coming around to this sort of thing but...”

“No!” she screamed before she even realized it. The shriek was so loud that she was out of breath as soon as she said it. The others just watched her like a set of predators. “No. Fine I’ll do it.”

“Good. I’m glad to see that you can be reasonable. Now go on ahead and make his dream come true.”

She shuddered at that suggestion, but ignored him. She had no choice. Watching her back, she turned to them and left the alleyway, going into the apartment building. She went to the top floor where she found the apartment number listed on the keys. She opened up the door and stepped inside.

The room was dark. She heard loud snoring and nothing else. But there were flickering red and green lights in the darkness.

“As I said before, we can see you,” said the leader. “You probably already figured this one out, but we put spy cams in this kid’s room before you two lovers had your little date.”

Still not sure this wasn’t a trap, she felt on the walls around her until she found a light switch. She had closed her eyes beforehand to keep her eyesight from getting stunned, but when she opened them, she might as well have not even bothered. She saw the paraphernalia up close. Now she could see that they were in all kinds of sexy poses. This kid definitely liked her for reasons other than her heroic deeds.

My biggest fan, huh?

It was nowhere near as humiliating as being forced to service all those guys in the glory hole. But then she realized with this kid’s tastes, he would want to do everything under the sun with her. And she’d have to look at this face the whole time.

She walked in the direction of his snoring. She could hear his snoring getting louder, there was nothing dignified about it at all. For a moment she wondered if this guy she was to service was a member of this gang that had proposed this idea to her in the first place. She hoped not.

“Taking your time, are we?” said the leader through the earpiece. “You’re putting me to sleep lady. You need to step this one up a bit or I’ll call this deal off right now. Or maybe I’ll call the popo and tell them some whore is doing a breaking and entering. And then the whole wide world will know who you are, won’t they?”

She froze up with alarm. That remark cut deeper than any taunt so far. It was one thing if Batwoman was humiliated and gained a dark reputation in Gotham’s streets. Batman had to deal with that on the regular. Just more bullshit.

It would be another thing if Kate Kane was found. She imagined the news headlines. “Kate Kane, famous socialite, sneaking into some kid’s room!” “Kate Kane who apparently liked dressing as Batwoman. Hell, maybe she was the actual Batwoman.”

She almost answered his taunt but caught herself just in time. It wouldn’t have mattered if she did say anything anyway. The earpiece he gave her was super cheap, no way it was a kind which allowed someone to speak through it. She made her way closer to the source of the snoring.

But then she saw him in his bed. Batwoman blanket too, his face was covered in pimples. His alarm clock went off. He quickly shut it off. He turned on his lights and turned around to look at her. He blinked his eyes then got his glasses on.

“It’s you again,” he said in disbelief. He gulped. “Are you really Batwoman?”

“Yeah,” she said dryly.

He wasn’t bothered by her nonchalant tone. A smile lit up his chubby face, still thinking on how she had saved his life. “Um ... what are you doing here?” He was clearly at a loss for words, clearly getting ready to say something else.

“Tell him you’re there to make all of his dreams come true before he starts blabbering about how much he loves you,” said the leader on the other end. “A gift to your biggest fan.”

“I’m here to make all of your dreams come true!” she said as happily as she could muster, her voice so cheery that it sounded fake to her own ears. “A gift to my biggest fan.”

She practically beaming at him with that fake smile. It seemed too dumb for anyone to believe. But he bought it hook line and sinker, because he face lit up.

“A gift? What are you going to do?”

“Tell him you’re going to rock his world,” said the leader through the earpiece.

“I’m going to rock your world!”

“Wow...” was all he could say. “My night keeps better and better!” He pushed aside his blankets, revealing that he was pitching a tent in his boxer shorts. It was bigger than she expected too. A strange gooey impulse ran up through her entire body. That sensation would not have been there if this night had been her first.

He stood up. To her surprise, he was about as tall as her. Not that she had much time to think on that because he started kissing her, sloppily shoving his tongue inside of her mouth.

He didn’t let up for an instant. He was practically raping her mouth, tasting every bit of her oral sweetness as he could. All the while he felt her up in that suit of hers, clutching every single one of her attractive little curves as he could. She tried her best to avoid squirming both from feeling his nasty tongue in her mouth and his grubby paws feeling all over her.

Right then and there, her rational mind to freeze up and just let him get it over with. But that might arouse too many questions from him. He might even think that she was an impostor and call the cops on her for real, and expose her real identity. Left with no other choice, she returned his touches, holding him by his shoulders and coiling her tongue around with his. After the first two nights, it was far from the most humiliating thing she ever had to deal with.

The heat was still there, now accompanied by a troublesome feeling resembling joy. Maybe it was because he wasn’t those thugs. Maybe it was because he honestly appreciated her, as strange as that sounded. She couldn’t begin to figure it out.

Kate could feel him getting hard in his boxer shorts. He was becoming more aggressive, humping her leg like a horny hound dog, and he had a big lump in his pants. All the while he kept on slobbering all over her lips. Her skin was crawling underneath her suit.

“Did you like that?” he said, trying to sound as suave as possible.

“I, uh...” She tried her best to avoid dignifying him with a response. She had to look away from his face, he had a big dumb smile, totally oblivious on the toxic mix of feelings welling up in her body. Either he didn’t know or he didn’t care. He moved his hand to her crotch and started feeling her up there.

It’s only getting worse, she thought to herself. And she knew what he was doing. Trying to gauge a reaction from her. She wanted nothing more than to push him away, just to keep herself sane. But she knew what was at stake.

Before she knew it, she let out a loud and pleasured moan. He grinned and massaged her crotch even harder. She couldn’t keep her voice in again, and continued crying out. She felt so weak, a slave to her body’s desires.

Every bit of her was still covered up in her batsuit. But the thing which protected her against all kinds of danger also outlined every curve and part of her sleek lovely body. That went double for her breasts, they were hanging there right in front of his face. His teeth were bared in a lewd grin as he looked at them with his eyes virtually bulging out of his sockets and he was giggling the whole time.

He took one of her breasts into his mouth and sucked all over it. He was just as sloppy with her tit as he had been with her mouth, and kept on feeling up her crotch. Before she realized it, she was starting to stiffen up and freeze with disgust at what he was doing to her. Catching herself before he caught on, she rubbed her fingers through his hair, like she really was interested in him.

But the way she was putting on an act was starting to affect her mindset too. Her pussy was so wet, craving something inside of it. It was even worse in her chest, and at that point after two nights of humiliation, she knew exactly why it was happening. Yet that knowledge did nothing to dampen it, did nothing to keep her nipples from getting hard under her suit. Her suit was built to withstand all kinds of punishment, a punch from Bane would hurt but only as much as if he were just some street fighter and not one of the biggest and baddest villains of all time. Yet as dimly as she felt his hands feeling her up, her body was on overdrive, acting on it’s own in response.

He only got more perverted. He started eating her other tit too, just as nastily as he had the first one, and he was grabbing all over her in addition to feeling up her crotch. In his mind, he could only see himself as one hell of a player. She was still moaning as loud as possible, and she was clinging to him.