Bruce had Chase.
She was more than Bruce… or Batman… could ever dream of having.
They were getting out of their car. Alfred had dropped them off. Both were in love and just wanted to stay in that car forever. But they had to go to that Gala. Edward Nigma's ridiculous launch party.
He was unveiling the new and improved Box… another step of Edward Nigma overshadowing Bruce.
Over the last two months Edward Nigma had upstaged Bruce... in everything. Nygma-Tech overshot Wayne Enterprises. Nygma's Box was the biggest thing on the market. And the sheep that were the Gotham Society pages were already calling Eddy the new Bruce Wayne.
Normally, Bruce would not care. His nightlife made him less interested in the Gotham social scene, he was busy doing the real work of protecting Gotham. But he was trying to make an effort for Chase. The good doctor, with her impossible good looks, was challenging Bruce to be a better man. And Bruce wanted her to have the best. Though Chase had all but stripped down for Batman earlier, the only hope they had at a normal life was through Bruce Wayne… and the playboy was determined to give Bruce Wayne a real go.
Chase wore her black dress… her stunning black dress. Long black gloves. The only thing that left something to the imagination was a maroon shawl that she wore across her back. The body of Dr. Chase Meridian was perfect. A blond beauty to put all others to shame… everything the profiler did was sexy. Everything… and both Bruce Wayne and Batman fell for her every move. Her snow white skin contrasted with the power of her black dress, her exquisite breasts fit nicely and showed breathtaking cleavage… they felt like they might pop out if you were worthy. She was fit, toned, yet buxom at the same time. Their sexual chemistry was undeniable, and Bruce was ready to unwrap her tonight… to worship her perfection, one inch at a time. Bruce Wayne hated being the Playboy. But Bruce loved tonight. He loved tonight, only because he got to be on Chase Meridian's arm. Even when she was teasing him.
"Of course I've tried the Nigma Box, Bruce." Chase said, "They're fun, they're really fun."
She looked up at Bruce. Her piercing green eyes made the Billionaire drool for her. Almost no one he met had that ability.
"What?" she joked, "Are Wayne's not allowed to have 'any' fun?"
"It's not that." Bruce told her softly, "It's just that… I remember the prototypes Edward showed me. He was such a difficult person back then. So much pain… The Box's are not as safe as he claims. Not only is he entering millions of minds a minute, but the technology has the potential to… to implant things in the mind… "
"Mind control, Bruce?" Chase was still gentle, still light. But the brilliant vixen was one of the only people on earth that knew how to tease Bruce Wayne effectively, "You're actually telling me that you're worried that Eddy Nygma is about to mind control millions of people?"
"How do you of all people not believe in the power to unlock the mind?"
"Because Bruce… " With that, Dr. Chase Meridian went in for the kiss. It was a passionate kiss. It was a perfect kiss, from an intractable beauty, "The only real mind control is when someone like me… makes someone like you trust me enough to make your mind want something new."
Bruce believed that. As the Caped Crusader, Bruce Wayne had studied the mind more than most. He knew Nigma's device was dangerous, if it fell into the wrong hands. But perhaps he should be less on guard for something as silly as these toy Box's Nygma was now selling.
What a poor man, that Eddy Nygma. Bruce was honestly worried about Edward's state of mind. When they met, the smart young scientist could barely put two words together in front of Bruce. His brilliance was undeniable. But no matter how much he pitied him, Bruce knew a criminal when he saw one. There was at least one dead body with Eddy's handprints on it. Bruce did not have the luxury of not being careful in Gotham City. he needed to become the man that Chase, and Dick needed them to be, but he needed Batman to be sharp, or else evil might spread.
Especially now, that he had someone so remarkable in his life. Someone he wanted all the time… and wanted to give up everything but her…
When they arrived at the venue, it was a circus. Photographers surrounded the couple… who could blame them? But the buzz belonged to another man. There was one clear ringleader. That ringleader was Edward Nygma. They all surrounded him. They all hollered, laughed, and praised him with every move.
Gone was the goon like man Bruce met. Now, Nigma was powerful. Still geeky and strange, but he was surrounded by the most powerful people in Gotham. He wore his tux almost as well as Bruce, and his success gave the scientist an heir of power and intrigue. The gossip hounds praised him, they almost worshiped the air that passed Eddy. And through a fake smile that Bruce could tell was well practiced, Nygma ate every moment of his triumph up.
On his arm was a stunning blond. Her skin was even more pale than Chase's skin, her amazing curves even more ready to explode onto the scene. She was wearing a white silk and satin dress. It was embroidered with actual diamonds… her breasts looked like large snow globes, trying to keep all the diamonds contained, as well as the sparkling glitter adorning her every curve. She had a gawdy black collar on… it looked like a gold Question Mark up close. She let Nygma grab onto her side. Nygma was hers to exalt… to glamorize and turn sexy.
Sugar tapped Edward's arm ever so slightly. They were here. They were here and it was time for some revenge for the new King of Gotham City.
Bruce and Chase approached Nygma. Bruce had set the pace. Say hello, be polite, and then leave. The Ritz Gotham was lit up all 'Nygma' Green. It was like the place, and the people, were conforming to his crazed and singular vision. He had come to succeed in Gotham. To all the world it looked like Edward Nygma ruled now, Gotham was what he decided it should be.
"How does it feel to be Gotham's most eligible new Batchelor… Gotham must know..."
As they fawned over her man, Sugar held him tight. She liked the glamor… and she liked that her man was getting it.
Bruce came toward them all. The press wanted a confrontation. Bruce was too smart to give it to them.
"Oh Eddie… he is too cute" Sugar spoke so only Eddie could hear her. Reflexively, Nygma thought that Sugar was going to insult him. Growing up, girls always insulted him. But the shorter, stunning Sugar just looked up at Edward. She just looked at her man, and bit her lip for him, "I know baby..." She cooed, "I know, I'm here to work… for you… "
Eddie pinched Sugar's ass… her perfectly rounded ass… and loved knowing that she was his. They were all his now…
"A Nygma-Tech takeover of Wayne Enterprises!"
"Nygma-Tech stock on the rise!"
Bruce had heard it all before. This time, his business associates were actually nervous. But Bruce wasn't. His family built Gotham City. What could one upstart really do to take down his empire? But they were all on Nygma's side. Bruce was isolated, and Eddie, the wreck of a man he had rejected a while ago, had everything he had ever wanted. All the while, Chase looked elegant, seductive, and perfect on Bruce Wayne's arm. The camera could not get enough of her stunning form. It wanted her… all of Gotham City wanted Chase Meridian.
"Yes, Yes, Yes. Bruce old man..." Nygma came toward Bruce. It was time… it was finally time, "What does it feel like to be outsold, outclassed, out quaffed and generally outdone in every way… by me?"
"Hello Edward, congratulations… Great Party..." Bruce played it cool… and he shook his rival's hand.
And before the manic man could catch his breath, he saw her… he saw the sexy woman that any man would kill to have, "And you are?"
"Chase."
Aggressively, Nygma went for Chase's gloved hand. He brought it to his lips, "And what a Grand pursuit you must be." Nygma kissed. It was exaggerated. It was vulgar.
But Chase smiled anyway. There was something… something about her smile. She was on Bruce Wayne's arm, but her eyes stayed on Edward Nygma. She would never tell Bruce, the man she was falling in love with… but Nygma was very charismatic. He also pulled a major power move against Bruce… and it worked. Nygma, in Chase's analytical mind, had completely dominated Bruce's presence the moment Bruce walked through the front door.
"Oh… you can call me whatever you want… " Sugar batted her eyes at Bruce. But Chase's eyes were still on Edward…
As Bruce politely spoke with a girl both he and Chace assumed was a prostitute, Chase continued her analysis of Nygma's power play. It was thorough. She kept playing back his first words to Bruce as they moved towards Nygma's presentation.
He called Bruce an old man, establishing himself as the vital force in the room. He played to all of the illusions that made Bruce powerful.
By starting with Outsold, Chase realized that Nygma had put Bruce's biggest fear out first… he was only there because of his money, which Nygma now had more of…
By saying Outclassed, he brought up Bruce's love of strategy. Chase knew how sensitive Bruce really was. He could pretend all he wanted, but Bruce wanted to win. But here, in this arena, Nygma was the winner. All of the money grubbers thought so. Bruce was now seen as old, fading money and fading influence.
Quaff… another brilliant move. Bruce was rich and well sought… he had no gift for humor. Nygma clearly did. Chase knew that humor was a powerful weapon. Humor was sexy, and Edward claimed that as well.
And Outdone… it was the most brilliant putdown of all. Chase was awestruck by it. He closed the book on Bruce. He had beaten Bruce before Bruce could even open his mouth. Chase cared deeply for Bruce, but she admired power. The Doctor was passionate about power dynamics… and Edward Nygma had dominated Bruce in front of her. As he walked and talked Chase gave Nygma all of her focus… he earned all of her focus.
"Ladies and gentleman… THE FUTURE!"
And Nygma presented his new Box technology. Sugar was on his shoulder the whole time, making Nygma look like a man who could make anything possible. It was an impressive presentation. It showed Virtual Reality programming beyond anything that had been conceived yet. He showed people going to tropical cruises, women getting rich… men surrounded by beautiful women. He showed everyone their most wild fantasies, and made them realize that he, and only he could grant them… for whatever price he wanted.
The crowd loved it. They were impressed by it. It was impressive. Bruce was skeptical. Chase was smiling. It was a wide smile…
"Your Dashing! And Genius!" The Society reporter kept gushing. Her low cut blouse showed her large breasts. They heaved for Nygma… they yearned for this new and powerful man. And she was not the only one. Chase gave Nygma her focus. Her deep focus. Just as he subconsciously dominated Bruce, he had proven his superiority to this group. He promised them something great… he delivered something greater.
Chase realized that Bruce was underestimating this man… this young genius. Bruce kept thinking Eddy was the same pathetic man he met at his company. Chase knew that was a mistake.
This man had control… Nygma knew how to wield total control. It was what made Chase yearn for the Batman… the Batman's abilities to resolve any conflict, no matter the laws. Edward was like Batman now. No matter what, Edward Nygma would succeed… Chase knew he would… no one could stop him in his new dominant form.
Bruce started to fight back. He knew something was wrong here. Nygma held firm though. And Chase kept her focus and admiration on Nygma. It was far too late for Bruce… he was so many steps behind Edward now.
"Oh Brucie, don't be a sore loser… "
"Edward, what stops you from taking information out of the mind?"
"Ooooh! Too timid to try my machine… just say so… " There he went again. Bruce took a moral argument, And Nygma took a dominance position. Bruce had doubts. Nygma called Bruce timid. Chase saw the man on her arms put in his place again. She was starting to like it. She was starting to like seeing Nygma overpower her man whenever he wanted to…
She didn't like wanting to see the more powerful man win… but she knew that was how society worked. Chase was a sexy woman in control. Her eye's moved away from Bruce and found Edward… because Nygma was attracting her with his power.
And before Bruce could ask a new question, or Chase could process these new thoughts in her mind, his hand stuck out. He was not timid. He would never be timid again. Edward was holding his hand out for Chase. As Eddie spoke, Chase was zoned out. She hated to admit it, but what Nygma had done, since they arrived, was impressive. Nygma WAS impressive… dominant in every move. maybe even more dominant than Bruce… and he wanted to invade Bruce's territory… with her.
"Shall we dance?" It was geeky, but it was confident. Chase was going to abandon Bruce… if only for a moment, and share her body with this new man… this better man. Chase felt flushed. Normally, actually always… Chase took men off guard. But here he was. The new billionaire from Gotham. He wanted her and Nygma was not afraid to show it. Chase could sense Sugar by Nigma's side. Sugar had a wide smile on her face. At that moment they both knew… a subconscious female intuition took over both sexy women.
They could sense that Nygma could have any girl here that he wanted. And he wanted Chase. A primal urge erupted in the beautiful young doctor. Chase needed Nygma to want her… even if just for a dance.
Without a word, Chase took Edward's hand. He was forceful with her. She underestimated his strength. His resolve. She spun for him. She fell into his arms. And she let Nygma get into Bruce's face.
Chase knew that Edward and Bruce were having a battle of wills. Nygma was dominating Bruce. And to anyone watching, it looked as though Chase was on Nygma's side. The woman that walked in with billionaire Bruce Wayne flew into Edward Nygma's arms. Nygma held her and moved her… exactly as he wanted to.
They danced. Nigma threw Chase across the dance floor. He dipped her… obscenely. He came close to her ample cleavage and he never backed down. Chase could not make this millionaire back down. He was using her body, her succulent, toned, body like a rag doll.
And Chase liked it.
She liked it all. It was fun for her. It was enjoyable for her… she wanted more of it. Her moves became more personal… more tailored to meet Edward's sharp throws… to give the man leading her pleasure from their intimacy. Her perfect body was responding to Nygma's every touch… and every move made her want to fall into Nygma's arms… and her feelings for Bruce Wayne vanished with each new breath the dancers shared.
"Naughty, naughty..."
"I was just wondering, how do you turn it off?"
With a cute smile, Sugar reached her hand around Bruce. She grabbed the green powersource. Everything with power here was green. It was enough to make Bruce think that the danger was over. He knew something was off at this point. It made no sense, seeing what Nygma was up to with his woman. But he needed to be Batman. He tried not to look at Nygma dancing with Chase… It was too confusing. Focus on being batman… Focus on solving the riddle of what Nygma was doing with his devices.
He entered Nygma's machine. He entered the Riddler's final trap.
Out of her bountiful cleavage, Sugar pulled out a new powersource. The real powersource. Looking at her Riddler… her master… the man who got everything he ever wanted now… including the unflinching attentions of Chase Meridian… Sugar plugged the machine in, and resigned Bruce Wayne to his fate.
The fate of a man who would now always be submissive to the Riddler.
In the center of the massive Box, The Green surrounded Bruce. It grabbed Bruce Wayne's mind. And it would never let go. It would never let go, because the Riddler wanted to control it. Control it, break it, and abuse it… any way he saw fit.
Sugar watched the doorway. She watched for when it would be time to bring Bruce Wayne… the Batman… to her master. Her master, who was taking the most stunning blond Sugar had ever seen. Her master, who dominated everyone he now met with a single thought.
Sugar moaned for her master… the man with the most powerful mind in the world.
The Box did not just give Riddler enhanced intelligence. At first, it allowed him to reshape minds. Soon, his powers would be so great that he could reshape reality itself with a thought. Riddler would conquer any mind he wanted to conquer, and drain any mind that would be foolish enough to get in his way. The machine was a massive network. It was an extension of Riddler's massive ego, his massive intellect. And now that the world was about to fall to the power of his Box's, Riddler was going to take what he wanted.
It was easy enough to build his criminal empire once Two-Face fell to his powers.
He plugged the girls in first. Both the sexy, white Sugar, and the slutty, dominatrix that was Spice. They loved being the top enforcers for Two Face. Once Riddler plugged their minds into his device… They were his.
In their sweet, slutty minds, Sugar and Spice saw the Riddler… his powerful Box made them experience everything that the Riddler wanted them to experience. Their orders were subliminally implanted, and their joy in pleasing the Riddler, in any way he wanted them to please… would make them both yearn to please him even more.
Even before they were plugged into the box, one glance at that absurd man, Sugar and Spice knew that he was a man of men. They could sense it… they could sense his power… He summoned Spice with a curled finger and an actual growl, and she went to him… her ass begged the green man for a few long, hard, thrusts right away. He actually whistled to Sugar, and the white queen rocked over to him, her hands cupped her big boobs and her ass shook to show it's girth and mass… hoping that her new master would spank her… punish her… for wanting him so badly. They sat where he ordered them to sit. And they watched their new master take them away, mind body and soul.
Riddler clicked a button, and the green energy made Sugar cum just from knowing that she was being taken. Then he beamed his power into Spice's mind, and her freewill became the submissive property of the Riddler. Then he took both of their minds… he just brought the green energy to his forehead… and the whores for Two-Face broke. They would be Riddler's submissive sluts, and they would beg him to become addicted to his all-powerful mind. Riddler got off on his power of Sugar and Spice… and soon, every sexual fantasy he had ever been denied would be played out, all over their supple bodies.
Riddler, just touching Two-Face's brain with his device was enough to take him… to break him and bring him low. It created an addiction feedback loop. For the next few weeks, it would look like Two-Face and Riddler were partners. In reality, Two-Face was Riddler's slave, slowly melting away while doing Riddler's bidding. Two-Face just stole… he stole for the Riddler. He stole only for the Riddler… as his mind slowly fell to the power of Riddler's box. Like most people now, Two-Face was meant to be docile and submissive for Nygma. But Riddler did not like that Two-Face used his gun on him when they met. So Two-Face was now more than just submissive. He was now drained… drained of all thoughts other than what Nigma commanded the freak to do. After long, Two-Face was Riddler's drooling, passive and addicted henchman.
Sugar and Spice were taught how to please the Riddler. Every way he wanted them, they pleased him… like the sexual god they now thought he was. Giving him their bodies was second nature to them now… they just fucked their master, begged him for more and prayed that he would find new ways to dominate their pussies.
The Box's spread. Riddler's powers grew. Once he gained enough power to start manipulating multiple minds at once, he drained Two Face till he was nothing. All the while, Riddler rewrote Sugar and Spice's minds so that they loved him… they needed him. And soon, the Box would make anyone who used them… everyone that used them… his slaves as well. They would all become wet, eager and submissive holes for the Riddler.
Riddler was now absorbing the collective mental abilities of millions of people. He needed relief from the power trip it gave him. Sugar and Spice would please him, obediently, however the Riddler wished. Their thick lips, soft tits and warm cunts helped him acclimate to the power. And the power was intoxicating.
It was their mission to please him in any way that they were able. As his Box's flooded American homes, Sugar and Spice used their boxes to please their master. Riddler wanted sex all the time, and his two bitches satisfied all of his perverse sexual fantasies. Sugar was his submissive, obedient lover. She would dance for him, tease him, serve him… and then succumb to him. Her lips were as sweet as candy, and they blew her man as hard or as soft as he demanded. Her big boobs gave Nygma all kinds of pleasure. As she pampered him, she would intentionally throw her boobs in her master's face… it made it all the more satisfying when he mauled them, or demanded his tit-fuck from her later on, her being helpless not to give her perfect breasts to his cock. Any position he wanted, Sugar would eagerly and obediently get into, so Riddler's growing cock could bound her until he came deep inside of her. And Sugar's big ass was the Riddler's for the taking. Sugar shook her ass, all the time, so that her powerful master would need to fill her tight hole with his engorged cock. He was the master, and he finally had a hot, blond, submissive slut who yielded to his sexual powers.
Spice was just as submissive, but she was a dominatrix. She served the Riddler, but it was her duty to give him more. She taught her man how to really spank an ass. She taught Riddler how to take her big ass. She introduced her man to toys, to whips… to carnal pleasures that most men want deep down but can only get once they have absolute control. And Riddler had absolute control. As his powers grew and grew, Spice was also the one who would bring his new thralls to the Riddler. He wanted so much, and he had a dominant teacher, ready to show Riddler how to take his every pleasure from the female form.
As he gave his two sluts the pile-driver, as they begged him for more, and told Edward that he had the greatest cock in the world, His power was now bordering the absolute. Riddler was ready for his real revenge. The Riddler was ready to put Bruce Wayne in his place. And seeing that Two-Face now just jerked off in the corner, Riddler knew how to dispose of men that were inferior to him.
Just the day before, as Spice gave Riddler a sloppy and obedient blowjob, while Sugar massaged his shoulder… her tits spilling out to pillow his back… Two-Face was summoned to them. Riddler wanted to test his new powers. He wanted to see if his powers were now beyond mental control. So he ordered Two-Face to change. It was painful, it was sudden, but it worked. If he focused his powers, physical things would alter. Two-Face was no longer Two-Face. Two-Face was now just a lost and broken pet… eager to run around at his master's beck and call.
He disliked Two-Face… he loathed Bruce Wayne. The things he was going to do to Bruce Wayne…
No Harvey ment no interruptions for his big Gala. The party went on. More glamour. More praise for Nigma…And no one stopped Riddler from draining Bruce's brain dry… no one at all.
Riddler danced with his blond thrall so much more. Chase went to every place that Edward led. It was no longer just a faux Tango. It was becoming heated… intense. Chase wanted her body to move for this powerful man. Chase needed to pleasure Nigma with every sexy move she made. She had never felt this lust before. But she remembered something deep in her mind… orders from her Box at home came to her subconscious mind. Chase wanted to feel The Riddler's dominance. Chase wanted to please The Riddler because of his dominance. The sexy woman heaved… The Riddler had total control, and all who he wanted yielded to him… Chase would yield even more to her man now. He would get everything her luscious body had to offer him.
At one point, as Chase rubbed herself against Nigma, and Bruce's mind was bending in the chamber, Spice walked out toward her master. Spice was wearing a black leather dress. Her tits and ass were spilling out, just the way the bad girl liked it. The same Riddler themed collar was on her neck… as though she was marking herself to the world that she was the Riddler's bitch. Her ass still burned from all the times he took her, so it fit. The dominatrix dragged a young man behind her.
Dick Grayson was in Spice's custody, he was following the impressive dominatrix like a weak little puppy. His eyes were glued to Spice's ass, he looked so pathetic in his circus costume. Riddler was pleased at this. He wanted to get revenge on Bruce… on everything Bruce cared about… new friends and lovers especially.
He grabbed Chase's hot toned ass for the first time, as a reward to himself for his diabolical plan going so well. Chase just brought her ass out more to him. She liked it when Nygma spanked her. Her mind liked it… she liked submitting. Her pussy liked it even more. She danced so close to Nygma now. She needed him. She did not know why, but she needed him to take her… To take what was his…
Soon, Bruce Wayne emerged from the chamber. He felt cold. He felt confused. He was not sure, but he had a hard time remembering that he was really Bruce Wayne. The Gala had become louder. It was more boorish. More garish. And Edward Nigma was feeling up Chase as they danced. The woman he loved was letting the thin man grab whatever he wanted… She was consumed by her need for Edward Nygma.
It was all wrong. Bruce needed Batman. He needed to set this right. He eyed the exit, he took one step to make things right. Alfred was outside. The batsuit was outside. Bruce just needed to run and get it. He could fight this… he could fight Nigma. He planned to challenge the man that was brainwashing his city, scandalising its women… and dominating his love.
"You're not going anywhere… " Sugar told Bruce in a quiet voice, "Your Butler is gone, your change of clothing is… confiscated." The husky blond took another step toward Bruce. Sugar liked seeing his mind breaking… it was breaking for her master, "Just stay there, enjoy the show, and be ready to do whatever the Riddler tells you to do… Batman."
Bruce heard Sugar put him in his place. What was worse was that it worked. Bruce could not move. His mind belonged to the Riddler… hearing that forced Bruce to accept the truth of it all. And Riddler knew that he was Batman… It was too hard for the Dark Night to focus. Bruce just needed to watch and wait for the Riddler… he just needed to watch. His mind needed to…
"Obey..." He heard Sugar coo again.
Bruce, now sweaty, heard that word. He had to obey.
"Take it from me, big boy." Sugar said to the enthralled man, "Just give him what he wants, no matter what he wants. Even if it hurts you… even if you start crying like a little bitch… just obey the Riddler, and hope he gives you time with his Box."
That was the first comforting thing Bruce had heard all night. He had no will to find Batman…
He had no will to do anything besides try and find the box. Bruce just needed the box. He needed Riddler's box like everybody else. Bruce just needed to plug into Riddler's world, dial in… and submit. He had to watch the show. He had to submit, and accept that the Riddler had won. He had to watch, no matter how much it hurt him to watch, Chase. His beautiful Chase. The woman that he was willing to give up the Cowl for…
Chase Meridian submitted herself for the Riddler. Bruce watched her submit to the Riddler's every desire on the dance floor.
Edward Nygma was the Riddler. That was being revealed around the room now. The world is gone now. It was just a world of Green. It was his world. Green Neon punctured the very air. They were all his. Brainwashed servants and sluts for the Riddler's god-like mind. The walls of the Hotel were morphing. The entire hotel was now Riddler's Box. and the people transformed to meet the Riddler's every whim. There were platforms rising and falling. The dance floor expanded as though the room now had a will of its own.
Those that The Riddler had no interest for just faded into the background. But those the Riddler wanted to see, who he wanted to play with, remained. Their clothing was transforming around them. Gone were the elegant dresses and swarm of tuxedos. The men were transforming into green leotards, with a black question mark down the sides. The women, the one's worthy enough to be around this all powerful Riddler were morphing into Green, one piece leotards. Their question marks adorned their chests. They were all there to party, but they were all there to service the Riddler. They were his henchpeople, they were his servants… they were his whores if that is what the mind of the Riddler desired.
And as shocking as it was, their transformations were nothing compared to the Riddler's himself. The tuxedo morphed away into a skin tight green costume. Bruce saw Nygma's hair burn, and become an insane red. He had muscles, he was tall, but he looked absolutely ridiculous. And the fact that it was ridiculous only made it more shocking when his new servants bowed to him. They all bowed. Riddler was their master. He owned their minds and he got to decide their fates. This green, bawdy monstrosity was the most powerful man in the world thanks to his technologies, and now that the charade was over, Riddler wanted to prove just how deep he held their sway. He kept dancing with Chase. Chase's devotion to Riddler on the dance floor was not lessened one inch even with this dark reveal. She put her hands on him, she moved her body. She wanted to dance with the Riddler… to submit to the Riddler.
Many of the servants started to play with themselves. Riddler was allowing them to get off to their victory. As a man who never knew pleasure until his Box's changed the world, Riddler learned that he got off on others getting off to him. Save for the servants that Spice was recruiting into Riddler's new security force, most of the guests were moaning as the Riddler grabbed every part of Chase's body he wanted. They were kneeling, moaning, and pleasuring themselves for the Riddler's release.
Chase was wearing her black dress at first, but as this new dance with Riddler took hold, she started to be transformed by him. Chase's clothing started to change, because that is what the Riddler wanted from her now. He used his new powers to change her outfit. Gone was the Black, now her micro-dress was a sheer Green. Her black gloves became white… to contrast better. Her chest was adorned with a Green fabric, the only part that was not sheer, that was silky green fabric, formed a question mark around Chase's body, and it only covered half of her large boobs, and fell short of covering her perfect ass. The dot of the question mark concealed her sex. She was dancing the whole time she transformed for him. The independent doctor Chase was now what the perverse mind of the Riddler wanted, and it just made her want to dance on her man even harder.
Though her mind was gone, Chase understood the psychology at play here. He was marking her. He had dominated her lover, and now he was going to dominate Chase… in front of her lover… while she wore something garish, so that they all could see that she had submitted to him. It worked. It had worked because the Riddler was the more dominant man. He had trapped Bruce, dismissed Bruce, and had the stamina to groom and mold Chase into the thing that would break the other man's spirit. Chase wanted Riddler to crush Bruce now. She could not help it, women wanted the superior man to take what was his. Riddler was superior… in every physical, psychological and sexual way that mattered.
The Riddler's powers had now altered Chase Meridians's mind so that she was now obsessed with him… rather than Batman, or Bruce. It was a change that was far too easy for a man with Riddler's powers. As brilliant as she was, Chase was meant to be taken by a powerful man. She was already obsessed with powerful men… Chase secretly loved the way that they took whatever they wanted. Batman fought crime, he broke laws, and she wanted to take him in her arms and never let him go. But in her mind, there was no more Batman now. Batman was too weak for a hot piece of ass like her. There was just Edward. Sexy, powerful, insane Edward… It made her wet on the dancefloor knowing that she was being groped and manhandled by Edward Nigma, a man so powerful he could break her, and millions of people in two with a thought. In her mind, Chase used Bruce to get into the party to meet Edward. Bruce was nothing now, he was a beta to Edward's alpha, he won her and she shook her ass faster to the thought of the Riddler claiming her.
It was all about Edward. It was all about the Riddler. She yearned for the Riddler. Her cunt burned for her powerful and unstoppable Riddler. Dr. Meridian viewed the Riddler as the most powerful man in Gotham, and she wanted him… needed him... to take her as his rightful trophy and prize.
In a flash, the sexy doctor flipped herself around. And she found her man behind her. Her ass found her man's cock, tenting through the tight green fabric he wore. She wanted her ass on her man's cock. Chase Meridian grinded her ass, hard, in a vulgar and animalistic way so Edward Nigma… her man… would know that he was powerful enough to conquer her, in front of anybody he wanted.
"I don't need to be the Riddler… " Riddler whispered into Chase's ear. Chase almost came from the sensation, "To know what a slut like you wants, do I, doc?"
"So much!" Chase was still rubbing her ass all over her man, "You're so much… man… so… dominant… "
"Am I?" Riddler smacked Chase's ass at that, just to prove that he could. Chase moaned, loudly. That time she knew the Riddler made her climax.
"Anything you want… anything." Her thrusting got more violent. Chase needed Riddler to spank her again. She needed to feel more of his power. She needed the Riddler to do so many things to her.
"And what... '' Riddler snaked his arm aroned Chase's front. He grabbed her big tits. He was humping her back and claiming her tits. And the doctor just moaned like a bitch in heat, "What about Brucie? You came in with that Billionaire Playboy… you're the number one piece of tail here, but how do I know you really, deeply, eagerly want me and not… that?"
Chase moaned so loudly now. She was consuming her. He was challenging her. She had to reject Bruce to get him… And her pheromones were consuming her now, she had to have Nygma now. His cock felt so good on her ass… his hands took her breasts like he owned them. Bruce was broken. But Nygma was going to go further than that. Nygma was obsessed with breaking Bruce Wayne, and Chase just twerked her perfect ass for him… egging him on…
"I'm yours… yours to… yours to fuck, Edward… please Edward… anything… I'll do anything… to be… yours… "
"Tut, tut, my dear." Riddler chimed, "We're both scientists in our own ways. You study criminals." With that, Riddler grabbed the front of Chase. He grabbed her pussy. Chase moaned at how much her man took what he wanted, "So if you really want to take a ride on the brand new Riddler-Mobile… we're going to need to test things out first."
"Test?"
Riddler snapped his fingers. The song ended. To Chase's horror and shock the dance ended with the music. She turned around, desperate to know that the Riddler still wanted her, still wanted to dominate her like only he could. But then she saw where the Riddler was looking. He was looking at a man, still in his tux, looking down at his love humping a supervillain like a whore. Riddler was going to Bruce, and he ordered Chase to follow him. All of a sudden, game show music started to play. Corny game show music. It was so creepy. It was so… wrong.
"Brucie, my boy!" Riddler came to Bruce. There was murder in his eyes, "Now even though I outwitted the Batman, I wouldn't be the Riddler if I didn't give you one last chance to play me." He gave Bruce a long, cruel and odd smile. Fortunately, all of his thralls were still in awe of him. The Riddler loved an audience. He loved that they would all see Bruce Wayne truly fall, "So one quick game Brucie. And our mutual pal Chase here will be our judge. It's like all the other times, you win, I give it all up. Just because I have godlike intelligence doesn't mean that I don't still have my compulsion for riddles and games."
Chase was now standing between the two men. Bruce was heartbroken. Here she was, his great love, debasing herself for a sociopath. He wanted nothing more in this world to save her. That was what Batman did… he saved people…
"If you win… and it's a one round game by the way… '' Riddler now circled his prey, "If you win I'll give you the codes to the Box technology. I'll let Wayne buy out my company. I'll even give you all of the information for Harvey's old criminal empire that is now… ahem… doing some pro-boner work for me." Riddler laughed at his own joke there. Few of his thralls laughed. Riddler wanted control, he wasn't going to make people laugh… that was the other guy.
"And of course Brucie… Batsies… '' Riddler came behind Chase. She looked so hot. She was the perfect blonde goddess, and she was wrapped in her ridiculous Riddler lingerie-dress, "You'll get to be the big hero. Save little miss super bazoongas here… " Riddler groped Chase's tits at that. Chase moaned at her man's touch, "From big bad old me… wanna play Bruce? Think you can outdo the Riddler? One… last… time?"
Bruce steeled himself. There was always a way. It was who he was, and he refused to let Chase fall to such an insane man.
"Do your worst… Riddler… " Bruce tried. He really tried to show his strength. But his mind was in the Riddler's clutches. It would stay there unless he could break free.
"Very well!" Riddler proclaimed. They were all watching. All wondering how Riddler would challenge his last intellectual foe. "I stand here, right across from my old boss… my short sighted old boss… and the good doctor stands between us."
Bruce prepared… he needed to be prepared…
"And now good doctor the game is simple. Pull out our dicks. Whoever is the biggest… wins it all."
A gasp fell over the room. It was obscene. It was obscene that this was what the Riddler could possibly want. But there was no resistance from Chase. She went right for both. All she had to do was look, and see… and if it was close, measure the dicks of the two men fighting for who would dominate her.
"You want your company… you want your big tittied slut here… then the bigger man wins… it's that simple, Brucie..."
"He's…" Chase started with Bruce. It was big, gurthy. Everything Chase fantasized about Batman came true for at least one brief moment, "He's… out… " Chase held Bruce's cock with her left hand, her right hand was working the green uniform, tightly conformed to Nygma's body.
"Let's not be unkind, good doctor." Riddler smirked, "Give the Bat-dick a few tugs… let's let Brucie get as big as possible… we want this to be a fair fight, don't we dear?"
It was still uncomfortable for Doctor Chase to be pleasing a man so publically. But she started to stroke. She stroked Bruce Wayne's large cock as she worked on getting Nygma's out. It was unbelievable for Bruce. He loved this woman, his very dreams were of her body. It was painful that he had to experience her this way, but if he prevailed, he would dedicate himself to rebuilding what they had.
"And now you… Riddler, are.. " And finally, Chase found an opening for the Riddler. A large cock whipped out of the Riddler's pants. A semi hard cock. One that semi hard, dwarfed Batman's cock that was nearly at full mast, "Oh my… holy… holy fuck!"
Chase just stood there. She stood there, holding Batman's large dick… and there she was, salivating for the Riddler's donkey cock. It was bigger than she could ever have imagined. It was bigger than she could possibly have hoped.
"Oh my… oh fuck… Riddler… it's so… it's so… "
"Not yet! Don't be a quick trigger judge." Riddler went on. He was loving this. It was the revenge he always wanted. He put his hand over Chase, and helped her pump Bruce's penis, "We're still not totally sure. Keep pumping, Doctor. Keep pumping. Let's see if the Dark Knight can… get himself over that edge."
There were snickers now. Terrible snickers. Bruce was devastated. He lost. He knew he lost. The whole world now knew that he had nothing… absolutely nothing that could compare to the power of Riddler's ultimate dick. What's worse, as Chase and Riddler pumped his own erect cock… that was starting to leak pre-cum, Batman knew that he would never win. It was impossible. The Riddler was bigger. The Riddler was superior. The Riddler had won… everything.
And Chase knew it too. She was licking her lips at Riddler's big, powerful cock. She was panting seeing just how much bigger the villain was. She was ordered to please Bruce, but she was loving every moment her hand touched the Riddler's unconquerable manhood.
"Keep pumping, you slut!" Riddler joked, but made her stroke at an obscene pace, "We need to see if Batman can get out of this one. Do you think Batman is going to get out of this one… this time… and save Gotham City from that dastardly villain?"
Laughter was coming from all over the crowded room. It was humiliating. It was absolutely humiliating for Bruce. But his cock felt so good under Chase's white glove… the pressure was building. Bruce was going to cum soon, and Riddler was still rising… growing for all to see.
"You win… '' Bruce moaned. Chase looked stunned. Riddler looked gratified. He knew it was over, Bruce wanted it over sooner, "You're bigger than me… much… much bigger… please… end this… please… "
"He wants to end it!" Riddler hollered. There were cheers for the Riddler now. Cheers for their all powerful master, "And our delightful judge, whose very freedom hangs in the balance of this hanging competition… Do you accept Batman's surrender? Do you accept that I'm the bigger… badder… bull?"
"A boy cock… " Chase muttered, as she saw just how little Bruce measured up to the thing she wanted inside of her now, "It's like… it's like a little boy's cock… compared to yours."
More laughter. More laughter that Bruce could not take. He felt like he might cry.
"Make it official." Riddler Spanked Chase at that. It felt good, breaking his enemy in such a horrifying way, "Officially, Who's bigger?"
"You are… you're so much… so much fucking bigger, Riddler." Chase moaned. She wanted Riddler's dick. She hoped Bruce would cum soon, so she could devote her entire being to pleasing the mammoth shaft of the Riddler, "Big… massive, Riddler cock!"
"Thanks doll, but it's him… I want Batman to answer the riddle. Who's bigger Brucie? You… or me?"
Bruce was on the edge now. He was broken. Lost. he was about to give the Riddler absolute control over his life and the life of others… and he was about to cum doing so. Chase needed to make him cum… Chase needed Bruce to submit. He moaned for him, telling him to do it… telling Bruce to let go… to fall.
"You are..." Bruce moaned.
"I'm what, you old hack?!" Riddler moved Chase's hand faster now. He wanted this. He wanted his enemy broken.
"Riddler is bigger..."
"Again, you little bitch!"
"You are… Riddler… bigger than me!"
"Again, you cuck bitch bat!"
"Riddler! Fuck! Riddler is bigger than Batman! Oh shit, oh fuck!"
And he came. He came all over Chase's hand. Bruce fell from the sensation. He fell before the Riddler, with Chase… his sex slave… adorning her master's side.
His cum repulsed her. It was the seed of a lesser man. Chase wanted to get rid of it, so that she could go back to her Alpha. She needed to go back and serve the Riddler. She wiped the cum in Bruce's hair… she just needed to be clean for her man… she needed to be perfect when the Riddler claimed her like the hot piece of ass she was.
"You are a small little shit, Bat-fuck!" Riddler towered over the kneeling Bruce. His powerful dick in his rival's face… ready to show him what real manhood could do, "And now, everyone knows it!"
More laughter. More tears. And now more muling. It was Chase. She was grabbing her man… grabbing his powerful cock… hoping she was worthy of pleasing it with any part of her body.
"Stay here, Bat-cuck… the lady wants more time with the big man."
They went back to the dance floor. The music was rough. They danced, but Riddler did not even put his pants on. The floor conformed to their needs. There were levels… there was bedding…
Chase was his… Chase was totally his and she grinded her ass on his cock, just where they left it before the cock contest. Chase twerked her ass so hard, so aggressively on her man's shaft, beginning that she was desirable enough to please him. Her man was a stud. Her man wanted her… her man could dominate and break any other man he wanted… and Chase was about to debase herself so that the Riddler might honor her with a rough, hard fucking.
During their dance Edward pulled her in closer and began to penetrate her.
"Oh!" Chase moaned. He pulled in… then out… with enormous speed. "Oh… fuck… so big… to big… cuming… cuming for cock… more cock, Edward! Please… more cock!"
Bruce was now being drained, and Riddler was taking Chase. He slammed into her pussy, her wet pussy, like a dog would take his bitch. Her perfect bubble-butt bounced and stretched trying to fit such a perfect cock. Riddler kept fucking her from behind like a man possessed. It felt better than the countless women he had fucked before. She was perfect. Her body was perfect. Her tits and ass were perfect. She had a sexy voice that kept begging him for more of his cock… and she once loved Bruce Wayne. Riddler wanted it all from her, and Riddler would get it, but he wanted to keep slamming his impossibly big cock inside Chase from behind. He needed to make his first time with Bruce's girlfriend hurt. And he needed Chase to keep moaning for more… on all fours… so everyone could see that she was conquered.
Her moans reached his ear, but Bruce was too weak to understand what they meant. Riddler seemed to become stronger and he found ways to fuck Chase more intensely. All the while, Chase moaned his name. She moaned anything her master wanted her to moan. Bruce saw his love… completely out of control for his enemy.
Sugar and Spice came beside the kneeling Bruce. They were sexy, and they were moaning. They were moaning seeing their master take another whore… just like he told them he would. He told them what he wanted… and he got it. It made both sluts wet knowing that the Riddler always got what he wanted. They played with themselves as all three watched Riddler take Batman's woman as his whore. The whole time, they whispered in Bruce's ear as he was compelled to watch the Riddler fuck Chase like a wild animal.
"It's not just that his cock is so powerful… '' Sugar whispered as she played with herself, "It's the pleasure of knowing that our boss has us completely at his mercy. That blond bombshell down there is completely powerless. That's why she's moaning like a slut for him… "
"And trust us… it hurts… a cock that powerful fucking hurts." Spice went on, revving herself up, "And the first time is the absolute worst. Such pain… no one can prepare for how much a big cock like that can rip a pussy in two. But it's not like that whore down there can say no, and it's not like he'd ever stop if she begged him too… "
Bruce saw a look of pure, carnal joy on Chase's perfect face as Riddler took her from behind. Was that smile, the moan, the lust... genuine? Or was it just to please her man, regardless of the pain? Was Chase in terrible pain, and lying to increase her man's pleasure? She kept moaning. It hurt him to hear her moans now.
"And she'll never leave him… we can't leave him… " Sugar was playing with her tits… her tight white dress could not contain their magnificent heft, "After that cock… after being rammed by it. Real men aren't actually men to us whores that get a taste of the Riddler… we just want him… oh fuck… we just want to do anything for more of him… we'll give him everything… everything he wants… every hole belongs to him… "
"That's why so many of us end up dominating women when he's not using us… " Spice went on. Her finger was in her ass. She was matching her thrusts to the Riddler's thrusts as he pounded Chase from above now… like a jackhammer, "There's only one cock for us now… only one Alpha. So pleasing and dominating other women… getting them ready for him… preparing others for what they are about to experience… fuck me, Batman… What else in life is there to look forward to after that? He takes what he wants… it's soooo fucking hot when he takes what he wants..."
This kept on for some time. Sugar and Spice pleased themselves, all the while breaking Bruce's broken mind even more. The once powerful Dark Knight felt his energy leaving him, every time Chase bounced on top of the Riddler. She bounced on him, like he had always hoped she would bounce for him. Her eyes were on her man. They were praising their man. They were telling him that he could take more.
She kissed him with a passion she never had for him. No one kissed like Chase Meridien. So tender, so confident… Chase knew how to lock on and find the moment. But with the Riddler she was a sloppy wreck. She kissed him as though she worshiped the Riddler. She was telling the Riddler to take her… to take more of her.
Bruce was worried his mind would shatter when he saw Riddler pick her up, with all of his strength, and impaled the blond vixen all the way down his monster cock. He threw her onto his shaft, and he watched Chase bounce for him. She bounced, hollard, and slipped deep onto the monster shaft. Her eyes were wide, looking at Riddler… those perfect eyes had lost their humanity. She was just a cock sleeve now. After such a long time, after so many thrusts, so much moaning and pleading for cock… the Riddler came. The Riddler came deep inside Chase's womb.
That is what the most powerful mind in the world did… it took what it wanted and it did not care who tried to stop it. Chase moaned so loud for her master… for her man. She was his now. He would pound her divine pussy in mere moments, since he had a powerful recovery time. Until then, Chase was adorning him with kisses, with sensual rubs… she rocked her body to entice him to take her more… she never stopped trying to entice him for more dick.
Chase entered that room, a sexy and equal partner to Bruce Wayve. She would never make that mistake again. In her torn green rages, Chase worshiped the Riddler. She worshiped her man… her ultimate man, so everyone could see his power.
"Come on, Brucie… '' Sugar stood up. Her big ass was in Bruce Wayne's face, "Time to do all the boring official stuff… "
Bruce was about to follow her, but Spice went in front of him. He did not need to be told twice. Men needed to be collared when approaching the Riddler… it was where men like Bruce belonged. He put on his collar, the golden Question Mark adorned it, and he crawled to the center of the dance floor… the center of the orgy that exalts Edward Nygma, the Riddler, as the one true ruler of Gotham.
In the center, Chase was still with The Riddler. Riddler was up, proud and in total control. Below him, Chase was on her knees, her big ass being propped up by her small feat. She blew him. Her entire mind was in it. She was determined to get the cock… the massive cock… through her mouth and into her throat where it belonged. She was naked now. Even sweaty and used, there was no denying that Chase Meridian was a sexual goddess. She worshiped the Riddler's massive shaft as he looked at the broken Bruce Wayne Bruce… Bruce, such a boy now… he would never be a man in Chase's eyes. He just looked on. Riddler looked down. He had won. Bruce Wayne was his cuckold bitch. The Batman was dead.
"Time to sell the company… "
She sucked him so good…
"And the fucking house!"
So… fucking good…
"And everything else I fucking want… Now just in case you're thinking that you can deal with all this shit on your own. Know that I control everything."
Riddler snapped his fingers. On her knees, his cock in her throat, Chase had an orgasm. It was a powerful orgasm. She came and choked and all the Riddler did was shoot daggers at Bruce.
"Everything."
Another Snap. This time it was Sugar and Spice. They came so hard. They came so hard… because that was what the Riddler wanted.
"You got that, Bat-Cuck!? Every. Fucking. Thing."
Moans ripped through the enchanted room. They all came. They all came just because the Riddler snapped his fingers at them. Bruce looked down at Chase… trying to recover from the insanity Nygma just put her through. Trying to devote herself more to her powerful man's cock. Riddler had total control… total obedience… and total, unlimited power. Bruce came as well. It felt great for a moment. But all he could do was cry as he signed away the Wayne Legacy.
It had been a lifetime since he had felt this weak… this defenseless. His enemy controlled Gotham, he would soon control the world... he would steal, kill and take whatever he wanted… and people would just bow to him now… and beg him for his cock.
Sugar and spice walk over to their man… their Riddler. Their hands are all over their dark master. Their minds were opened to him and their cunts were flooded for his superior shaft. Riddler was about to take all three women at once. Bruce knew he would… he would take it all… and all his whores would do was beg their sex-god for more.
Epilogue.
The Batcave is no more…
Riddler Made Bruce sell the entire estate for one dollar.
He was going to blow it up for fun. But then he had another thought. A debasing thought.
"So much bigger!" Selina yelled, "Nigma, you're so much bigger than Bruce! Fuck Me! Fuck me!"
Catwoman was riding his cock. After gaining control of the city, it was easy to find all of Batman's old lovers. Nygma, as a loser nerd, had heard about the sexy Catwoman that wore Skin tight leather and stole the Bat's heart. Now she was The Riddler's afternoon snack. Her mind was already gone, she might as well fulfill all of his intense fantasies if there wasn't anything there, right? She was crazy, and that meant that sex with her was never the same twice.
Spice is whipping the boy wonder. The boy was almost Bruce Wayne's ward. What better way to punish Bruce than by bedding his women… and sissifying the boy he was trying to save. Dick took every whip, every pull, every thrust Spice could think of. The pain is all but gone now. Dick would love every moment of his dark mistress's torchure, had Riddlers cock cage not make even the smallest of erections a nightmare to endure. But he would not be there forever. The Riddler needed to be more careful when he altered reality or everything he accomplished could be destroyed. But his experiment to gender swap Dick Grayson was still being worked on… after all, the Robin costume he wore that one time would suit a female body much more attractively.
Sugar was lounging. She was in a tight, white bikini that did nothing to hide her ample curves. She was plugged into the Box, like the rest of America, just doing whatever the great Riddler told her to do. She was deep now… She was almost unaware of the world around her and how she orgasmed each time the Riddler ordered her mind to do so through the box. Sugar had served her master so well… so obediently, that Riddler wanted her pleasured constantly. He adorned her, massaged her, and gave her slaves to make her feel like the sex goddess she was. She was still submissive to his every want, but seeing his first thrall getting off on the world he created made Riddler feel a perverse sense of accomplishment.
Vicky Vale rubbed Sugar's back with expensive lotions. Nigma learned that she was Bruce Wayne's first love… and he knew he had to break her in. she was a sexy woman, she came from society, and she had her uses beyond choking on his monster cock. Sugar was now dictating Riddle's story for the Times that Vicky was to hand in… And Vicky was told the news exactly as she knew the Riddler wants her to tell it… word for word. Her pussy ached for Nigma. It needed Nigma. The Riddler loved seeing the photo-journalist there, on her knees, oiling her fellow slaves. It was a fitting place for a woman that chose to be kind to Bruce Wayne.
Vicky snapped back to attention. She needed to oil Sugar's massive, powder-white ass so that it looked good for her boss. Vicky was worried that she would crack like the last time, and just dive into Sugar's asshole before she was finished. Riddler had made her and other slaves unable to resist SUGAR and SPICE…and when they broke for them, it sent pleasure through their bodies that they could not even imagine. Sugar didn't mind when Vicky needed to worship her ass. Having such a high society girl obsessed with her big booty was a great piece of programming her Riddler gave her. Sugar knew that she was going to cum very hard from her rim job that day. She wiggled her ass for Vicky, knowing that the Blond slut would be moaning for her fix now.
Chase was at the Riddler computer working… all of her focus on making Riddler's enemies break.
Chase had the most powerful man, just like she always wanted. When it was Bruce Wayne, Chase had him wrapped around her finger. She turned Batman into her drooling stalker, and she was about to make him give up his ambitions as the Dark Knight. Now, she was the mistress of the closest thing to god on earth. Her Edward had all the power, all the control… all of her unyielding loyalty… and more pussy than he could ever fuck. This morning, Chase had the honor of licking Riddler's balls, while Spice bounced up on his cock with her muscular ass. Riddler has so many slaves Chase was grateful for every moment she could serve him.
Today, Dr. Chase Meridian's job was to create a psych profile for Lex Luthor, one of the few men that might still resist her man. From what she saw though, Chase was not too worried. Her Eddie was twice the man anyone else was. She wanted to finish this work fast though. The sooner she was done, the sooner her ass could be split in half by the Riddler's perfect alpha-cock. And today, Riddler wore a new rubber uniform. He was wearing rubber just for Chase. He knew she liked it, and wanted to give her the fantasy of being fucked by a Batsuit. Chase played with her hair, all boys wanted her… but only the most manly of Men deserved to have her.
The Doctor turned sex slave wiggled her ass for her man as she crawled toward him and the Cat on the bed. She wanted power, and she was going to let Riddler pound her until he broke her with that power. Just like she had done the day before. Just like she had begged her man to take her the day before that. And she would keep begging the Riddler for more cock… she would keep submitting to his power so she could feel it all. Rage. Violence. Passion… It was all she wanted, and with the Riddler the perfect Dr. Meridian could become a sex doll, take it like a whore and experience it all in ways that she never knew possible…
And the butler… a now emasculated and whimpering Bruce Wayne, just waited until he was summoned by his master or one of his prized sluts. If not, he would approach the cave for his daily cleaning assignments… responsible for cleaning all of his master's various 'crime scenes', so that there would be clean beds, tables and swings for his powerful Master Edward to take his sluts all over again.