Author's Notes: I could never do this idea justice when I was first writing on here so it was nice to finally get it down the way I wanted. Wonder Woman's first meeting with Batman, very much on his terms.
Batman could barely believe his eyes. Wonder Woman, the most powerful woman on Earth, stood before him, her wrists tied together with her own Lasso of Truth, dangling her from the ceiling. He's heard of her but this was their first meeting. He wanted, no, he needed to test her limits and see if she was a threat. An Amazon princess couldn't be allowed to run around the world threatening to bring about world peace through force without at least a thorough assessment.
"Why did you tie me up?" was the first thing she said when she woke up. "Hmm," he noted. Her voice was strong and proud. Her senses did not appear dulled by the gas he'd used to knock her unconscious.
Wonder Woman glared at his lack of response. "I am a warrior, not a plaything." The Dark Knight chuckled slightly. "Oh, I know that. But I also know that even the strongest warriors have their limits."
He stepped closer to her, his eyes roaming over her body. Her costume was still intact, but her hair was messed up from their earlier scuffle. He reached out and touched her cheek, and Wonder Woman flinched. "I understand this lasso of yours compels the truth, Princess." He traced a finger gently down her cheek. "So tell me, are you enjoying this?"
She glared at him, but Batman could see the truth in her eyes. He pinched her cheek slightly. "Answer." His fingertips went back to stroking softly. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. Batman smirked. "Good to know you do have a weakness."
He stepped back and began to circle around her. Wonder Woman watched him, her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Batman could see the cogs turning in her head as she tried to figure out an escape plan. His eyes glanced at the knot around her wrists to check it was secure.
"Let's see what an Amazon can take," he growled and with that, he reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close. Diana gasped as she felt his hard body pressed against hers.
Batman began to touch her, his hands roaming over her body. She tensed up. "Impressive muscles," he noted. His hand slid over her rear and she let out the faintest of gasp. He must have noticed because it stayed there, gripping her ass tightly. Diana tried to pull away but he simply squeezed her buttock harder. "Feels soft enough," his gravelly voice breathed into her ear. Then he spanked her.
Diana flinched as Batman's hand came down hard on her backside. She couldn't help but let out a whimper. She tried to wriggle free but the ropes held her firm. She was sure she heard him laugh and it sent a chill down her spine.
Batman spanked her again, this time a little harder. She let out a louder whimper, her body tensing up as his hand made contact with her flesh. He seemed to enjoy her reaction, his breathing heavy as he spanked her a third time.
Diana tried to keep her composure, but it was difficult. She had never been spanked before. It was a strange mixture of pain and pleasure, and she couldn't help but feel aroused by it. She tried to ignore the feeling, but it was becoming harder and harder to do so.
Suddenly he stopped. "Responses were…" he paused and she scowled at him as he caught her eye. "…predictable." She bit down hard on her bottom lip to stop a moan of pleasure as he slowly trailed a finger down her back, which her costume left open to him. She arched her body and tried to pull away from his touch but his fingertip stayed locked to her soft skin. He placed his palm against the small of her back and she stopped struggling, realising she couldn't get away.
Batman continued to touch her, his hands becoming rougher and rougher. Wonder Woman could feel her body responding to his touch, and she hated herself for it. She didn't want to enjoy this, but she couldn't help it.
His large, rough hands cupped her breasts, groping them through her costume. Wonder Woman's nipples hardened under his touch, betraying her arousal. She moaned, unable to help herself.
"Shh, princess," Batman whispered in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "You don't want anyone to know you're enjoying this, do you?"
She growled in frustration. He grinned, a sinister sight beneath that terrifying mask, as he worked her breasts against her chest a little harder. The fabric of her costume offered almost protection from his demanding hands. "They're an impressive size," he declared as he pinched her nipples through her costume. Diana's reply was cut off by a yelp as he twisted them hard.
Batman's hands trailed down her body. He reached her bare thighs and began to rub them, his fingers digging into her soft skin. Her face scrunched up to hide her pleasure. His relentless hands moved up and down her legs so slowly. Her eyes closed, she didn't see what was coming. He slapped both of her thighs at once, the sound echoing through the Batcave.
Wonder Woman gasped, her body tensing with pleasure. She couldn't believe what was happening, but she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it. "That left a mark," she heard him say, and she could feel the red heat of his handprints on her thighs. "You're a lot less impressive than I thought you'd be, Wonder Woman." His fingertips started to run up her sides. "No," she squeaked in protest, realising she was about to lose the last of her dignity. "But you're a lot more fun," he breathed out softly as he started to tickle her.
Batman smirked as he watched Wonder Woman's face contort with pleasure and irritation. Now he would see how strong she really was. His fingers danced up her sides, causing her to wriggle and squirm. She pulled against the lasso, trying to swing her whole body away from him, but there wasn't enough give. All she could do was shake back and forth in his grasp, while shrieking with uncontrollable laughter.
He loved the way she laughed, high and clear, the sound echoing off the walls of the Batcave. "Stop it!" she cried out, trying to catch her breath.
But he didn't stop. He continued to tickle her, his fingers moving to her neck and shoulders. She arched her back, trying to escape his touch, but it was no use. He was too strong, too fast. She was completely at his mercy. His fingertips dug into her neck and rubbed against her collarbone as her shoulders tensed up. He was relentless, savouring every second.
"Please," she begged, her voice hoarse from laughing. "Please stop."
He continued to ignored her pleas, his fingers moving to her armpits. She shrieked, her body convulsing with laughter. He loved the way she looked, her face flushed with pleasure, her body writhing in ecstasy. He could feel himself getting hard, but he ignored it for now. He wanted to make her suffer a little longer.
He moved to her feet, swiftly removing her boots, and began tickling her soles. She screamed, her body thrashing. Her legs kicked out at him, but his grip on each ankle in turn was vice-like. He had found her most ticklish spot.
He continued to tickle her, his fingers moving all over her body. She was laughing and screaming, her body covered in sweat. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, but he didn't stop. He wanted her to suffer just a little longer. There was a sadistic streak to the caped crusader.
Finally, he stopped, his fingers still resting on her skin. She was panting, her body covered in sweat. He could see the exhaustion in her eyes, but there was also something else. There was a spark in her eyes. She glared at him, fiercely defiant. But as her breasts heaved and her hair fell in front of her eyes, Bruce could see he had broken her.
He leaned down, his lips brushing against hers. She gasped, her body tensing with pleasure. He could feel her heart pounding in her chest, and he knew that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He pulled back, his fingers tracing the outline of her lips. He looked at Wonder Woman, his eyes filled with desire. "I think it's time to take this to the next level, Princess."
The red and gold bodice hugged her curves perfectly, the symbol of her strength and determination emblazoned proudly across her chest. She slipped on her shimmering blue skirt, feeling the weight of her responsibility as a protector of humanity settle on her shoulders.
He reached down and grabbed the hem of her costume. The red and gold bodice hugged her curves perfectly, the symbol of her strength and determination emblazoned proudly across her chest. Without hesitation, Batman ripped it away from her. Her bra was pulled aside with an equal lack of restraint. Diana gasped, feeling the cold air on her warm breasts, her nipples turning erect in the cold instantly.
With a swift motion, he pulled her golden tiara from its place, the symbol of her royal heritage gleaming in the darkness as he tossed it aside and yanked her black curly hair for good measure, messing it up even more. He left her silver bracelets, unable to get them past the knot he'd tied in her lasso. Diana whimpered as he traced his fingers up her inner thighs, soothing the soft flesh and teasing her as he came tantalisingly close to her heat.
He slipped down her shimmering blue skirt, leaving a tiny pair of panties as the only barrier to her. He growled in anticipation. She looked at him with wide eyes. He caught them for only a second and her heart started racing faster than ever before. That was when she realised how desperate for him she truly was. The lasso binding her lit up, glowing faintly in the darkness. It compelled her to speak: "I want you."
He cupped her face with both hands and brought her lips to his. His kiss was like rough sandpaper. It sent an electric jolt through her body though. Warmth spread across her chest. "I know you do," he stated simply.
He slid down her body, kissing her flat stomach as he dropped, and then her working his way back up her calves and the back of her knees. She breathed in and her breath caught in her throat as he pinched the sides of her underwear and dragged them slowly down her smooth, long legs. He slipped them past her ankles and over her feet, completing his mission. She was naked. Wonder Woman gasped as she felt the cool air on her bare skin. She was completely naked now, and there was nothing she could do to cover herself up.
Batman stepped closer to her again, his body pressing against hers. He reached down and grabbed her legs, lifting her up and holding her in the air. His utility belt dropped to the floor with a clang. Wonder Woman gasped as she felt him enter her, filling her completely.
Batman began to thrust, his movements becoming faster and faster. He was rough with her, slamming his hips into her over and over. She could feel the intensity building inside of her, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her. His fingers dug into her thighs as he continued to pound into her, her own lasso biting into her wrists as she hung there, unable to move.
Wonder Woman could feel herself getting closer and closer to the edge. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. She was going to come, and there was nothing she could do to stop felt her orgasm building, the pleasure coiling deep within her. Her breath hitched as she felt him swell inside of her, the sensation sending her over the edge. She cried out as she came, her body shaking with the force of her release. Batman grunted, his own orgasm following closely behind hers.
He groaned as he felt himself release, filling Diana completely. She could feel him inside her, and she hated herself for it. She didn't want to enjoy this, but she couldn't help it.
Batman looked at her, his eyes filled with desire. "I knew you would enjoy that." She gritted her teeth. He was insufferable.
Wonder Woman glared at him. "You're a monster," she hissed. Batman chuckled. "Maybe. But you can't deny that you enjoyed it."
Wonder Woman didn't respond. She couldn't deny it. The lasso wouldn't let her. She had enjoyed it, and she hated herself for it.
Batman walked over to her and untied her wrists. Wonder Woman rubbed her wrists, trying to ease the pain. Batman chuckled. "I think we understand each other now, Princess. You"re not a threat," he grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked, making her cry out, "but you are a challenge."
And with that, his belt clicked back into place, his cape flicked up into the air, and the dark knight turned and walked away, leaving her there, panting for breath on the cave floor.