Chapter 18 - Sewer Whewer

Barbara Gordon, also known as the superheroine Batgirl tripped and pitched forward.

"Ew, ew, ew," groaned the redhead as she picked herself off of the bottom of the sewer. She was on the hunt for an animal tonight. Reports had popped up that an old friend of hers had been spotted in the labyrinth of sewer lines beneath Arkham City.

The long cylindrical pipes came to a crossroad, Barbara grabbed onto the bars on each set and gave them a pull to see if they would budge. As expected, she had no luck getting the iron bars to move out of her way. Looking around she saw a button on the wall that more than likely controlled the gates, there was a hole in the bars near the top just large enough for her to throw a Remote-Controlled Batarang through.

Barbara tossed the projectile and hit the button on the first try. As she hoped the gate blocking her way out of the sewer opened, however the wall behind a set of bars also gave way, revealing her target to her.

The hulking beast once known as Waylon Jones roared as he grabbed the bars and attempted to destroy them. Luckily for Barbara, the bars held and Barbara was out of his reach in time as he ran his arm between the bars.

Back on Arkham Island, Batgirl and the monster calling himself Killer Croc had gotten intimately acquainted an encounter that still made Barbara wet and tingly.

"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!" Killer Croc boomed, glaring down at the girl who was tiny in comparison to him. Her head was just barely over his crotch really.

Batgirl, as usual, dismissed the threat and covered her nervousness with humour, "really, Croc? After the fun we had at the Asylum, I thought you'd be glad to see me."

"If these bars weren't between us, I would repeat the actions over again and this time you would not escape me!" Croc threatened.

"Well," Barbara said, biting her lip and eyeing Croc's cock, bulging inside his orange jumpsuit pants, "there is enough space between those bars we can still have a bit of fun…"

Barbara wasn't sure if he had eyebrows per se, but it looked like he raised them. Before long, Batgirl was kneeling in a couple inches of sewer water with the tip of Killer Croc's head staring her in the face.

She gripped the thick thing with both hands and rotated her grip. She stroked Killer Croc's cock with eagerness as she looked up at him and said, "just a couple minutes of fun then you can go back to hunting Joker thugs through the sewers."

Croc gripped the bars hard, his crotch pressed against them to push his cock as far through as far as possible. The redhead spat on the cock to make it nice and wet with her saliva as she gave the head a little lick. It tasted a bit salty, presumably from the water of Gotham Bay he had been swimming in, but mostly it was the taste of precum that Barbara knew immediately.

Batgirl finally pushed the head into her mouth, sucking hard as she swirled her tongue around the head. She moaned affectionately as she bobbed her head back and forth, one hand on the cock, the other down her panties to rub at her pussy. Her red hair was already swinging, whisking around her as her head thrust faster and faster.

"That's right slut," Killer Croc growled, in the voice that Barbara found such a turn-on, "suck on that big cock like a good little girl."

Batgirl looked up at him as she slipped the cock further and further into her mouth. She grabbed the bars and held them tight as she forced her mouth down as far as it would go. Her face finally pushed against the cold steel barriers preventing them from getting at each other. Her tongue lashed out, worming against the thick object that was choking her.

The petite but deadly girl trembled as she gagged on the cock while her brain begged for lungs, but it was her pussy and mouth running the show, not her brain. Eventually, Batgirl let out a cough and had to remove the cock from her throat. She felt the head exit her airway, slide along her tongue then finally bounce against her lips before it was completely out of her mouth and she could breath again.

"Bigger than I remembered," Batgirl commented, aiming the cock up and running her tongue along the underside, still panting and trying to catch her breath.

"Well I hope it's nice and big when you think about it in the future," Croc replied.

Batgirl sucked enthusiastically, her head rocking back and forth. Her fingers worked into her cunt, three knuckles deep as she pleasured herself at both ends. Her top was worked up to perch on top of her tits, they bounced as the girl worked feverishly to try and treat herself with some more villainous cum. She grinded in her spot, bouncing on her knees as she finger-fucked herself and deepthroated Killer Croc's cock some more.

The sounds of the young redheaded girl moaning delighted Croc, especially the fact that her cries were muffled with his own thick and long cock. The vibrations of her voice felt good on his helmet, it took everything he had to hold back his load, he wanted to make this last as long as possible.

Barbara was suddenly on her feet, the sewer water dripping off of her knees and down her boots as she wriggled out of her panties and turned her back to the savage criminal. She had to stand on the tips of her feet and Croc had to bend down a little but finally she could feel the tip of his cock pushing against her tender, delicate pussy lips. She swung her hips around a little to entice the beast, looking over her shoulder playfully before she finally pushed back and felt the head force its way inside of her.

"Ohhhhh," groaned the heroine as she felt hole being filled, the dick was tight inside of her like a cocksleeve. She could feel the ridge of Croc's helmet wedging inside of her, travelling deep into her cunt as she embraced every inch of him.

Batgirl bent over and wished she had something to grab onto as she started to bounce her ass back and forth, fucking Croc as he held himself against the bars. He began to thrust as well, causing the bars to rattle but not even close to giving as he drove himself into the petite girl he towered over.

Her red hair hung down around her neck as she cried out, hearing her screams echo through the catacombs of the ancient sewer system. Her jaw hanging open and her eyes closed tight as her voice climbed higher and higher. Her perky rump shook as it impacted against the bars. Her face contorted somewhere between pain and joy as she slammed the villain's cock deep inside herself.

She groped her tits, feeling the soft skin of her breasts in her hands as she grabbed onto her nipples and squeezed hard as she could.

"AH FUCK!" Batgirl hollered, "does it feel nice to finally get some young pussy, Croc?"

"I got all sorts on the outside," Croc explained, "you're just the only one who's ever been heard from again."

"Well with a cock like yours, who'd ever want to leave the sewer?" Batgirl laughed. Croc's arms were too big to fit through the bars, but he was able to reach his hands through enough to get a grip on her thighs. His hips started to pump, slamming against the bars hard as Batgirl was held firm against them feeling the shockwaves of impact tickling her whole body.

Batgirl was nearly growling with pleasure as she felt the giant monster unleashing all his unhuman strength on her. The girl leaned back her back pressing against the cage and her head resting back to scream at the ceiling. Croc's hands moved up, able to get around her body to grab two handfuls of her soft tits.

Then suddenly Croc stood completely up, taking Batgirl off of her feet completely as he started to thrust upwards, bouncing the young girl as she cried out loudly with her feet dangling off the ground kicking.

She grabbed onto the bars above her head, hoping to support herself but it was mainly just all of her weight on Croc's massive, beastly cock. She arched her back, feeling the wild, incredible force of the monster's thrusts into her.

"FUCK ME! FUCK ME HARD! JUST FUCKING RAM THAT GIANT FUCKING COCK DEEP INSIDE OF ME UNTIL YOU FUCKING CUM!" Batgirl was mildly astonished with the decline of her vocabulary, but at the moment, those were the best words to describe her thoughts.

One of Croc's hands was around her throat now, threatening to choke the life out of her but she didn't care, all she wanted was to keep fucking.

Barbara let out her wildest cry yet as she came, her juices squirting out of her as she climaxed harder than she could ever remember. Croc went into overdrive, thrusting with every bit of power he had. Then finally Batgirl knew what was coming and managed to pull herself away from his cock in enough time to get the head in her mouth.

She deepthroated the cock just in time to feel the seed blasting from the head directly into her stomach, the warm creamy feeling delighted the girl as she was still reeling from her orgasm.

"That's right, swallow it all, whore," Croc ordered, as if Batgirl didn't intend to do so already, as if she hadn't already done it actually. "Remember I have your scent, Batgirl. If I ever get out of here, I will track you down."

Batgirl smiled, "if I had a pen on me, I'd give you my number and address."

"Hello, Bat Girl," Victor Zsasz droned again, his methodical tone buzzing in Barbara's ear through the payphone, "it's been a long time since our last chat. I thought I should tell you about how I spent quite a few nights in my cell in Arkham thinking about how I would like to bend you over my bunk, and slid my cock deep inside of you. I would hold onto your hips and thrust hard as I watched you grab the sheets and listened to the wonderful cry of yours as you enjoyed the feeling of my driving my cock inside of your tight, wet pussy. You would squeal as I brought down my palm on your firm, round buttocks, you would cry as I pulled your hair, but the whole time you wouldn't cease begging me to continue. Then finally when I had my fun with you, I would flip you over and blow my load all over your perky, young tits."

CLICK!

Batgirl hung up the ringer and looked down at herself, her juices running down her leg in the middle of winter. She couldn't help but wonder why Zsasz couldn't make these calls to a payphone that was indoors.