March 5th, 2018
A quiet day today, as Master Bruce was away from the manor until nightfall, when of course he resumed his nocturnal rampage against crime. He was, I believe, out with Ms. Kyle, in whose company he had been since the day before. Their relationship is coming along quite nicely, resurrecting old hopes of mine that there might be another generation of Waynes besides the young Damian and those who the master has recruited. Oh, what I wouldn't give to change a diaper in my twilight years.
However, relations between Master Bruce and the infamous thief known as the Catwoman were not always so cordial. Not too long ago, Catwoman was little more than another member of the Batman's abhorrent rogue's gallery, even if she never stooped to some of her fellows' more abominable deeds. And as the saying goes, lie down with dogs, wake up with fleas. Miss Kyle incurred the wrath of Killer Croc, who in those days was quite the kingpin. Brutal and brilliant in equal measure, he put a bounty on her head that had her alone and on the run.
Master Bruce, with typical sangfroid, cut the Gordian knot by taking her into his own custody. He'd become quite good, over the years, at capturing her when he wanted to. As any police station holding her could be laid siege to, he instead took her to the Batcave—in such a manner as not to reveal the secret of its location, of course. Thus, once more my trusty domino mask was called into play, as I was given the task of guarding the estimable Selina Kyle while Master Bruce sought to cut off the head of the snake, or rather, the crocodile.
Catwoman was looking some the worst for wear when Alfred brought her a change of clothes. Surviving the attacks of her turncoat colleagues had not only left her battered and bruised, but with a tattered costume. Half of her cowl was gone, allowing her long dark hair to spool over one shoulder, and a great swath had been ripped from the belly of the catsuit, exposing the lean muscles of her abdomen. As if that weren't enough, the zipper had been broken. The fastener remained up at her neck, but below it, her costume had ripped open alongside the chain, leaving a wide oval of her flesh exposed down to her belt.
"Something to change into, madam," Alfred said, laying the stacks of clothes in the drawer that could be sent into Selina's cell. The large glass tank made Selina look like an exhibit in her zoo, much like one of her namesakes. "Nothing too fashionable, I'm afraid, but better a plain outfit than catching a chill."
"Yeah, yeah," Selina spat, "everyone knows what's best for me."
Standing in front of Alfred with only the reinforced glass to separate them, she seized her zipper and made to pull it down, only to remember that the entire strip was hanging uselessly on one side of her yawning costume. Instead, she began tearing her way out of her costume. Underneath, she wore lingerie and fine hosiery, the thin nylon straps of her garters revealed in fetishistic detail as she scalped her shredded costume down her long legs. She ended up in her skimpy underwear, facing Alfred with her hands on her hips. Appropriately, considering her former profession, the panties were crotchless.
He could see that she had dyed her carefully trimmed pubic hair a regal purple.
"I can handle myself, butler. If your fruitcake boss hadn't locked me up, I'd either have Croc's head on a platter or be halfway to Mexico by now."
"I do not believe either outcome would be satisfactory to the master," Alfred said, sliding the drawer into Selina's space. "You are still wanted in connection with numerous crimes, although the resolution of that issue is between the two of you."
"Yeah, you just make the coffee, right?" Selina looked at the simple linen garments which were to clothe her and sneered. "I'm fine."
"I dare say that owes quite a bit to the Batman. You were in the process of being corralled by Two-Face's torpedoes when he happened upon you, were you not?"
"I could've handled it," Selina insisted, jerking a finger at Alfred. He was hard-pressed not to notice how her large breasts bounced with the violent gesture, even within her bra—obviously quite tight. "The Bat's just such a control freak he can't bear the thought of me getting along without his say-so."
"I'll thank you not to speak of my employer in such a manner. He has his flaws, but he is in the process of doing his utmost on your behalf."
Selina blew out a puff of air desultorily. "You're all heart. Let me out of this bullshit and I'll go thank him."
Alfred took a deep, cleansing breath. Master Bruce and this woman were truly well-matched—a pair both alike in stubbornness. "Perhaps, Ms. Kyle, something to occupy your time? I find that on occasions such as this, returning to an old hobby can be a balm on the restless spirit."
"What'd you have in mind, butler? A scratching post?"
Alfred stepped into the sally port that arranged entry into the cell. Selina had already been informed of the uselessness of trying to escape that way. The outer door would only open if the inner door was securely fastened, and the same applied for the inner door with the outer door. And if Selina was in the sally port without a special code of Batman's having been entered, the doors would both seal.
"As I said, madam. An old hobby." The outer door closed and the inner door opened to reveal that Alfred's fly was undone. Fifteen inches of cock fell out of his pants. "I believe you have extensive experience with this type of work. Rather a busman's holiday, one might say."
And so Selina found herself staring, her luminous eyes unable to look away from the gargantuan erection being offered her, already larger than any she had seen before and now growing larger, swelling with lust for her as Alfred openly leered.
And he was right. She was a whore.
"Alright, butler. You've got the right equipment. Now let's see if you can use it."
She led him to the cell's cot and told him to sit down, then knelt down on the floor between his legs. She moved her face close to his groin. She breathed deeply. For such a dignified man, his scent was musky as an ape.
"Then again, maybe I should use it first."
She moved her mouth close to his balls, sticking out her tongue. It lapped over every inch of his left ball. Then she moved to his right, her tongue slinking back into her mouth as she gave that orb a puckered kiss instead.
She traveled up to the base of his cock, repeating the change-up. She ran her tongue all around the saltpeter hair around his root, then kissed the wet flesh, not stopping, but running her kisses up the underside of his prick.
Nearing the cockhead, she tongued the sensitive spot just underneath the glans with all the intensity she could. If Alfred were a premature ejaculator, she'd have caught him then, but all she got was a soft groan from his lips and a dollop of precum from his tip. She moved her tongue over his slit several times, licking away the precum, then lavishing its source with attention. As she kissed away the last of the precum, she took the head of his cock into her mouth. Her lips clamped tightly around it. It was hers now.
Just when she was starting to work up a hunger for his cum in her avidly sucking mouth, Alfred stood up, pulling his cock from her mouth. A drooling string of saliva now trailed from the plump lower lip of her empty mouth.
Like a dancer executing some elaborate step, he ducked out of the way as he nudged her forward, slipping her down onto her stomach upon the bed. Now behind her, he placed his hands on her waist and lifted her hips.
Doggy style, huh? She thought. The moment you call yourself Catwoman…
Then she felt his cock pressing against the tightened entrance to her ass. He was going to fuck her there!
"Wait!" she screamed. "Not that! Not there!"
"Not yet," was all he said. "You're too dry."
He touched her ass with the tip of his finger, bopping her anus, which felt like it was the size of a thimble. Then he let his finger trail down to her pussy, circling it in the damp curls of her pubic hair. When his fingertip was slipping wetly over her labia, he traced his way back up to her rectum and inserted his lubricated finger. Selina groaned, but his other hand slid around her hips, touching her clit from above with deft manipulation. Now she moaned, shocked by how aroused she became, and how fast. The butler knew how to touch her, she conceded.
Alfred kept at it with diligent effort, rubbing her clit to soothe her, fingering her sex for lubrication, and driving his finger into her anus, each time a little further, feeling the tight elastic ring growing weak in its defense.
"Let's give this kitten a tail."
Then he was pressing his cock once more between her buttocks, wedging his oversized manhood into the opening of her orifice.
"No!" Selina shrieked, feeling the searing pain of her rectum starting to stretch. Even as a hooker, she'd let no one do that!
But Alfred did, making the ring of her asshole give little by little, heedless of how Selina felt she was being split open.
"Too big! Too big!" she whined, jerking furiously, trying to dislodge him.
But Alfred was shockingly strong and he kept his cock jammed against her anus, keeping at it until her rectum could do nothing but open and admit more of his impaling member.
Selina buried her face into the mattress of the cot, biting into the sheets like a wild animal while tears streaked from her eyes.
"No need to pretend," Alfred groaned excitedly, still working at her, working his way in. "It's just you and me—you can admit you love it. Don't you, Ms. Kyle? You love being fucked in the ass!"
"No, no!" Selina shouted. "I don't! You're too big, I can't—can't take it!"
"Yet you are taking it, Ms. Kyle. You will!"
He surged even more forcefully into her ass. The pain was like fire, no, hotter. She was being torn apart and her only certainty was that it couldn't get worse, that nothing could hurt more than this.
And indeed, she was growing accustomed to the pain. In fact, she was reawakened to the thrill of Alfred's free hand working her pussy. The difference in sensation between her cruelly stretched asshole and her hotly aroused cunt seemed impossible. Selina wondered dizzily how a woman could feel both at once.
As if in answer, the red-hot pain diminished in her ass. She was even more bewildered. Alfred was jammed all the way up her ass, fucking her there, but the pain was fading. How could what felt like a mortal wound now be… be… shit, she was actually working her hips back against him.
"Mmmm! Ah! Mfff!" she moaned.
Her anal passage was gripping his cock, hard spasms around it making her feel things she never had before. She bucked up at Alfred willingly now, loving him, longing for him to fuck her even harder and needing his cum in her ass. His hand on her clit was driving her wild. She was going to come at any second.
The orgasm rocked her suddenly—her stomach tensed, her spine arched, her fingernails ripped through the streets like the cot was indeed a scratching post. Her buttocks clutched. Never before had she been so—submissive. Not just to him, but to the feelings she was experiencing. Her anal passage contracted with such force that she almost feared she would crush his manhood, only from what she could remember in her hazy state, it was much too large for that. Alfred continued to sodomize her, continued to finger her cunt. She wasn't a cat anymore, she was a bitch in heat.
"I love it, I love it, I love your cock!" Selina choked as she took him up the ass, his able fingers teasing the hardness of her engorged clitoris.
Everything was blurry; the room was spinning. White hot flashes of sweet pain interspersed with pleasure as she felt her climax approaching. She could feel his fingers and his dick pushing against each other through the thin wall that separated her pussy and her ass. She cried out, a mindless wail, and came, came for him.
"Oooohhh! Aaaggh!" Her clitoris throbbed hotly and began to drum out another climax. She raked her fingernails across the tears she'd made in the sheets, further ripping them into tattered shreds. Her hands reached down to her spasming cunt and she pressed her fingers down hard on her quaking clitoris. She felt Alfred's fingers beneath hers. Their fingers met and intertwined. She screamed louder, a garbled sound of insanity. Alfred groaned passionately.
"I can't hold back! I'm coming too!"
Her wildly contracting anus received the first jet of semen from his pounding cock. She could feel the hot spurt sailing inside her, oiling her passage and smearing around his tight-fitting member.
"Give it to me! I'm your whore!" Selina screamed as more escaped his balls, leaping up his shaft to fill her anus. It quickly overflowed and trailed warmly down to her pussy, where it scalded her like melted butter.
Alfred bit lightly at her neck, giving her a possessive hickey as his sperm kept pumping out of him. His gratified moans spurred her lust, and Selina came harder than ever. It was indulgent and sinful and she couldn't stop.
Selina thrust her legs out stiffly before losing control of them, and they fell to kneel on the floor as her torso collapsed flat onto the cot. Alfred fell outstretched on top of her, burrowing his cock into the furthest depths of her ravished ass.
When he'd finally finished, Selina felt more drained than he possibly could.
She was in a stupor, a contented trance, and she hardly realized that Alfred had pulled out of her and wiped his wet fingers on her garters. She vaguely heard him zipping up and she was aware that he was wishing her goodnight as he pulled the cot's sheets over her. She said nothing in reply to the man who had taken her to peaks of sexual ecstasy that she had never thought possibly.
Then he was gone.
Selina lay unmoving on the scraps of the semen-stained sheets, hardly believing that it had really happened. But the soreness in her ass and the happiness in her sex proved it.
She had been fucked by Batman's butler.
"Yes, Master Wayne, Miss Kyle is proving to be no trouble. After throwing a bit of a fit, she calmed down a great deal and simply went to sleep. We'll need a new cot for the cell, but otherwise I've had no problems."
"Really? I thought she'd be more of a pain in the ass."
"Oh, no, sir, it wasn't like that at all. Not at all."