It's rare for other heroes to visit the Batcave. The Dark Knight keeps Gotham as safe as he can, and more metahumans only complicate things. But, every now and then, even the Batman needs a helping hand.
It's the first time Wonder Woman has visited the cave since Cassandra Cain, aka Orphan, joined the team, and it seems there's a little ritual all of the women of the bat-family have enjoyed that she has yet to take part in...
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Silence in the Batcave.
Silence for some, maybe, but to Cassandra Cain there was no such thing.
Resting in the shadows, so still she almost became one with them, she waited and listened. She heard the chittering of the bats high up in the cave’s roof. She heard the distant trickle of water where the streams of water fed into the underground lake in the bowels beneath Wayne Manor. She heard the near-imperceptible humming and buzzing and whirring of the computers, running tirelessly with a million calculations, monitoring Gotham City, planet Earth, and beyond.
Then she heard the roar of the Batwing’s jets, a good minute before it came soaring into the cave and rested neatly on its landing pad.
Swishing capes, boots on metal gantries, idle chatter of her teammates.
And then a second, softer swooshing sound. Like something being thrown through the air impossibly fast, air being forced aside in its wake. Whatever it was landed with a neat, but surprisingly gentle clicking sound, and as that was followed by more rhythmic, clicking taps, Cassandra realised she was listening to a pair of heels.
Silently, truly silently, Cassandra moved through the cave up towards where the sounds had congregated, arching her brows behind her mask as she looked at the scene playing out.
The Batman was at his computer, of course, ignoring the others as he pored over data freshly retrieved from the field. Behind him, the curvaceous black and scarlet form of Batwoman stood, hands behind her back, chest pushed forwards in a very unusual stance. She was usually tense, poised, ready for action both to defend the innocent and prove herself, but now she was standing like a schoolgirl with a crush, smiling almost hopefully at a newcomer in the group's midst.
Beside her was Oracle, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra’s mentor and the closest thing to a true mother she’d ever known. The redhead was positioned strangely too, she had a habit of hunching in her wheelchair, or leaning back with a sense of total control and calm. Now, her hands were gripping the armrests of her chair, and she too was smiling, her lips wet, her eyes bright and excited behind her glasses.
Then there was Spoiler, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra’s best friend. She was always exuberant, but usually not so much in the Batcave, and she didn’t usually hang of the extremely muscular arm of a tall, tan woman wearing blue, red, and glimmering gold.
Wonder Woman.
Cassandra had not yet met the infamous amazon, but she had heard enough to know what to pay attention to.
Wonder Woman was a hero, and so her presence in the cave made sense. Batman’s shoulders were tense, but not out of fear or stress, but as a deliberate affectation. This woman was his peer, his equal, he didn’t want to show the vulnerability he afforded his team and surrogate children.
Wonder Woman was a warrior. Her muscular body made that obvious even without Cassandra’s ability to flawlessly analyse a person from their movements alone. She stood tall, proud, at ease and ready to spring into action all at once. As she shifted her weight, Cassandra could almost sense the superhuman strength in her legs, a faintest creak of stress coming from the metal floor beneath her.
Cassandra frowned, watching as the amazon turned slightly, chuckling and saying something in response to Steph’s fawning adulation. Cassandra heard her words, but for once they didn’t register, because a third and most important fact about the hero visiting her home became clear.
Wonder Woman was a stud.
Stephanie almost swooned as the amazon smiled down at her, reaching out and stroking her chin teasingly, her chest heaving, her body language screaming out her lust. Wonder Woman knew she was in heat, her pupils were dilated, her lips wet, she took in a deep breath as if she could smell the arousal flowing off not just Stephanie, but the other two women clustered around her.
Barabara bit her lip, trying hard to keep her eyes of the gigantic muscular peach of the amazon’s ass, barely contained by the skin-tight fabric of her uniform. Cassandra thought it looked more like an armoured swimsuit than a combat outfit, but she did let out a soft breath of awe as Wonder Woman leaned towards Stephanie and patted her cheek.
Mighty breasts pushed forwards, wobbling with the motion and conveniently coming to eye-level for Stephanie, as Wonder Woman reached out, took Batwoman’s hand, and pressed a smouldering kiss to it.
Kate Kane’s porcelain white cheeks burned a rosy pink, and she rubbed her thighs together unconsciously beneath the sleek black latex of her suit.
“… So wonderful to see you all again.” Wonder Woman purred, “Bruce is so territorial about his city, he almost never asks for help.”
“I almost never need it.” Batman growled, not paying attention to the shameful behaviour of his female team as they edged closer to his fellow Justice Leaguer.
Wonder Woman only laughed, a pleasant, high, clear sound that made Cassandra smile, then scowl. What was she doing? Staring at a fellow hero, a guest in her home, like a creep in the shadows?
She pushed off from her hiding spot and extended her cape, gliding cleanly to the group and landing with perfect poise. She noted with satisfaction that Wonder Woman was impressed by her appearance, and her form.
“I’d heard you’d made another recruitment to your crusade, Bruce.” She said, with a barely hidden undertone of disapproval, before flashing a dazzling smile and extending her hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, I am Diana.”
“This is Cassandra.” Barbara said, as Cassandra took the amazon’s hand and raised her brows. Her skin was soft, but her grip was stronger than anything she’d felt before. It was amazing how such a beautiful, elegant woman could hide so much raw power beneath the surface.
“Hello.”
Diana lifted a brow, her eyes scanning up and down Cassandra’s lithe body, before she released her hand and planted it on her hip. “You’re a woman of few words, even more than Bruce!”
“Cassandra was raised by her parents to be an assassin from birth.” Barbara explained, wheeling close and smiling up at Cassandra. “When she came to us she could barely speak at all, but we’ve made great progress. She can read, she can write, she’s even started making the occasional joke.”
“Is that so?” Diana grinned with an easy laugh.
Cassandra pursed her lips.
“No.”
The others laughed too, but good naturedly, and Cassandra was relieved to see them regaining some dignity now that she’d distracted them from their Amazonian obsession.
Sure Wonder Woman was beautiful and powerful and charming. She was nice to speak to, effortlessly kind, and not at all conceited despite her power and privilege, but why were all of her friends fawning over her like idiots?
Cassandra had never had a romantic relationship once in her eighteen years of life, until meeting Batman and his team she’d never even had a friendship. Crushes, flirtation, basic arousal, it was all foreign to her, something she could read in people’s motion and words but had never experienced herself. Frankly she didn’t understand it at all. It was stupid, distracting, embarrassing, and apparently made women she trusted and respected giggle and blush and act like fools.
She searched Diana again for any clue as to why. Surely it wasn’t just her looks that effected them so shamefully? Yes, her body was… amazing, but there were many women who looked comparable to her, who had similar gorgeous curves and toned abs and chiselled, handsome faces and sparkling, oceanic eyes and…
“Oh.”
Cassandra hadn’t realised she’d spoken until Diana’s lovely laugh rang out. Even with Cassandra’s full black face mask, she could tell where the girl’s eyes had wandered.
“Well it is an honour to meet you, Cassandra.” She smiled, “Let’s hope this is the first meeting of many, yes? The world can always use a good warrior with a hero’s heart, and Gotham seems to need as many as she can get!”
“Yes.” Cassandra agreed in a small voice, her eyes still locked helplessly on the gigantic, throbbing bulge at the front of Diana’s suit.
That was a dick.
That was a very, very large dick.
Suddenly everything made sense, and all at once, it was like a switch had been flipped in Cassandra’s head. She felt heat, a strange breathlessness, her heartbeat pounded, her mouth felt wet and hungry. Her curiosity and analytical mind stuck to Diana’s crotch like it was flypaper, and she a helpless bug.
It was hard to think, hard to listen or pay attention like she normally so effortlessly did, and it was only as Diana took her hand and began to lead her away, that she realised Batman had dismissed them.
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Wayne Manor was probably the most secure building in America, if not the world. Nothing made it onto the grounds without Bruce or Alfred knowing about it, and once inside the manor itself, everything was under control from the temperature to the O2 levels.
This included perfect quantum soundproofing of every bedroom.
Thankfully.
“This is the most I’ve heard out of her ever!” Spoiler giggled, kicking her feet as she lay naked and comfortable on Cassandra’s four-poster bed. “Who would have guessed you’d be such a screamer, Cassie!”
“D… don’t be r… rude.” Oracle tutted, also laid out on the bed, groaning as a scarlet-haired head nuzzled between her thighs. Batwoman had wasted no time tenderly carrying her to bed and stripping her down, and even more eagerly beginning to devour her cunt with decades of practiced skill.
The stink of pussy and arousal filled Cassandra’s entire bedroom, and naked, sweaty bodies writhed and played everywhere, but the girl to whom it belonged wasn’t paying any attention at all.
“Auuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!” Cassandra Cain squealed as Diana grasped her by her shaking thighs and bounced her on her cock like a living toy.
Her head lolled back as she was lifted and dropped down again and again and again, her svelte stomach bulging as she was stretched around the foot-long pillar of Diana’s cock. She was weak, helpless, and it felt incredible.
All of her life, Cassandra’s constant companion had been pain. When her father trained and beat her. When she exercised and rehearsed the many ways to murder. When she prowled the night and committed acts of violence nobody should ever have to endure or inflict.
For her, pleasure was a new experience. A comfortable bed, a home cooked meal, a warm hug from someone who cared about her.
What she was experiencing was beyond what she could ever have imagined, a sensory experience like being smacked in the face with a rainbow after a life locked in a plain white room. She couldn’t handle it, but she couldn’t bear to be without it.
“Fffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuckkk!” She drooled, clinging to Diana’s hands as they shifted from her thighs to her waist, catching her as she swooned backwards.
“Careful, my little cutie.” The amazon purred, sitting up and draping Cassandra down on her back. “Your team would never forgive me for putting another one of them out of action.”
Cassandra only whimpered, Diana was still inside her, stretching out her virgin pussy to the point of total, mind-breaking bliss. She forced her eyes to face forwards, staring in loving awe as Wonder Woman folded her legs back and mounted her in a mating press. Her huge perfect breasts pushed against Cassandra’s chin. Her palms, soft and strong, held her behind her knees. Her hips, so wide and full and perfect, began to pound forwards.
“You ok Cassie?” Barbara asked, rolling to face her, blushing as red as her hair as Kate continued to tongue-fuck her to heaven and back.
“Ouhhnnnnnn!”
Barbara giggled. “Yeah… Diana almost put me in the chair a few years early the first time she visited my cave.”
“I was very gentle.” Diana hummed, biting her lip as Cassandra’s pussy squeezed and slurped at her shaft. On Themyscira she was surrounded by fellow amazons, all strong and tall and curvaceous to a one, but out here in the wider world? There were so many women of all shapes and sizes to take care of her cock, and so many of them wore such tight, colourful costumes... unfortunately they weren't all as durable as she was used to.
“I couldn’t walk for a week.” Barbara reminded her, caressing a bicep and gasping as Kate finally surfaced from her twat.
“Hmmf.” The pale woman grunted, licking her lips of Barbara’s nectar and smirking at the Asian girl being piledrived into oblivion beside her. “I thought Renee’s strap was big, we couldn’t sit down for a month after Diana stretched us out.”
“I don’t remember any complaints.” Diana shrugged, not breaking pace for an instant as Cassie howled and sobbed beneath her.
“And when you broke my leg?” Steph piped in, clambering over Diana and stroking her palms over the amazon’s traps.
“That was an accident.” Diana huffed, pulling Cassandra’s pussy flush against her hips and admiring the bulge her entire shaft made inside the girl’s belly. “You let go of me.”
“I passed out! Half a mile above Gotham Botanical Gardens, you fucked me into a coma and dropped me!” Steph laughed. “Diana you’re a menace!”
Wonder Woman sighed and rolled her eyes. “Then why do you come begging for me to fuck you whenever I set foot in Gotham.”
“Cos’ your dick’s so fucking big.” Steph cooed.
“And your tits are so damn soft.” Kate smiled.
“And you pound us so hard we see stars.” Barbara chuckled.
“Feel… so… good.” Cass agreed, reaching a shaking palm up and stroking Diana’s cheek.
The Amazon grinned and kissed her softly. “Well then I suppose I’ll have to keep coming back. Especially as you lovely girls keep recruiting such sweet sluts to enjoy.”
“Don’t…. stoooooooop.” Cassandra whined desperately. All the talk had made Diana slow down and she yearned to be fucked and bred harder and harder until she too had an injury to tease the amazon about.
Wonder Woman’s lips brushed hers again, and a soft chuckle caressed her cheek. “Don’t worry, little Orphan.” Diana whispered into her ear, hips pulling back until her cock was almost free of Cassandra’s blushing pussy. “Mommy’s here all night.”
Diana slammed back inside.
Cassandra squealed and squirted.
When morning came, four bruised, sticky, sweaty bodies lay nuzzled together in a cum-stained bed, as an Amazon princess departed over Gotham with a new notch on her golden belt.