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Authors name: Roger T. Pipe
Story Title : BATMAN FOREVER Ch 2
Date: 23 Jun 1997 19:38:30 GMT
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT enter-
tainment. All characters in this story are fictional, and
the author does not necessarily condone the actions described
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BATMAN FOREVER- TWO
Bruce Wayne's utter dismissal of his work may have pushed
Edward Nigma to the edge, but the actual test run of his
invention had obliterated his unstable sanity. With the new
device, he could beam TV signals directly into the human brain.
Ed had planned to use to revolutionize home entertainment and
communication, but the unexpected side effects had opened up a
host of new possibilities. He could use the machine to extract
information from the mind of anyone he chose, making it useful in
personal, corporate as well as international espionage. Also,
the machine seemed to possess a rather strong suggestive power,
which could make this invention more powerful than he could have
imagined. But first, Ed knew he had to find some way to test his
theory. Some way to see if he had truly invented a mind control
device.
After fixing the surveillance tape so that the death of his
former supervisor could be easily seen as a suicide, Ed gathered
his invention and left the building. All the way home, the odd
helmet-like contraption rattled on the seat next to him. Ed
needed to find a subject on whom to test it, but where?
"What the Hell." he thought aloud, pulling his car into the
nearest fast food drive through. He ordered his food and waited
in line, his old car idling roughly as Ed fastened the old helmet
to his head and setting the beam on reverse. In theory, if he
concentrated very hard, his thoughts would be beamed directly
into the mind of the subject, thus allowing Ed to control them.
Ed's heart raced as he pulled his car up to the window. The
pimply faced teenager handed Ed his food, laughing aloud at the
odd looking man in the stupid hat.
"That will be five sixty eight mister." The youth chuckled.
Ed could feel his temples throbbing, this was more difficult
than he had thought, but the boy's expression changed a bit,
slowly until finally he said lately, "No charge sir." Ed could
have left right then, but already the lure of such power was
tightening its grip. After another long stare, the boy turned
around to his female coworker and grabbed her breast. As the
girl screamed and slapped the boy, Ed sped off, laughing
uncontrollably. He had done it. Ed now possessed the power to
control the minds of others.
While Edward was using his mind control beam to drain brain
power from some of Gotham's finest minds, Two-Face was hard at
work trying to destroy Batman. In one particularly dastardly
attempt to kill the Dark Knight, Two-Face had staged a terrorist
attack on a circus performance at the Gotham Center For
Performing Arts. The plot was foiled, but there were a dozen
casualties. Among them were all but one member of the Flying
Grayson's acrobatic team. The sole survivor, young Dick Grayson,
had thwarted Two-Face's plan in Batman's absence and saved
hundreds of lives. His payment for such courage was to be left
without a family at eighteen years of age.
Feeling a certain camaraderie with someone who had lost his
family, Bruce Wayne took Dick Grayson in. In addition to this
reason, Bruce also felt a certain degree of guilt. Only Alfred
understood the pain Bruce felt for not acting sooner to reveal
his identity. Perhaps everyone would have been spared. Whatever
his reasons, Bruce Wayne did take in Dick Grayson. For his part,
Dick only agreed to stay after realizing he had no place else to
go, besides, it would only be for a short while. As curious as
Dick was about the mysterious billionaire, it was amazing that it
took him three whole days to sneak into the silver closet and
discover the Bat Cave.
Meanwhile, across town, Bruce Wayne stood in the doorway of
Dr. Chase Meridian's apartment. It had been a successful first
date and she had already decided to make a move on him if he
asked to come inside. Bruce shifted nervously in the hallway.
The Bat Beeper had been going off for the past hour, but he had
thus far ignored the pages. There was no way he was going to
just blow off a woman as incredible as Chase. Besides, if it had
been a real emergency, he would have seen the Bat Signal.
"Well Bruce." Chase said after a long silence. "Thank you
for a lovely evening. Perhaps we can do it again sometime,
schedules permitting of course."
"Yes, that would be very nice." He replied, leaning in for
a good night kiss, but pulling back at the last moment. The Bat
Beeper was vibrating in his pocket once again. He really needed
to see what was up. Fun with Chase would have to be put on the
back burner. "May I call you?" He asked.
The decision had been made to make a move only if Bruce
asked to come in, but as it became obvious to her that he was not
going to do so, Chase changed her mind. She just had to crack
that shy boy exterior of the brilliant, enigmatic billionaire.
As Bruce Wayne held out his hand to shake Dr. Meridian's.
the beeper went off yet again. However, before he could finalize
their good byes, Chase grabbed Bruce by the wrist and jerked him
into her semi dark living room. His protests were cut off as the
beautiful doctor pulled him close and kissed him passionately.
It was all he could do to slip a hand down into his pocket and
turn off the beeper before returning her deep kiss.
Alfred had feared Bruce might not wish to return the pages.
Years together had allowed Alfred to see things in Bruce that he
often could not see in himself. Master Wayne's attitude this
evening had told him that Dr. Chase Meridian was more than just a
lovely woman with whom to spend an evening.
HE knew he could set off the Bat Signal with the remote
control, but Alfred was not even sure if anything was wrong.
Upon discovering the Bat Cave, Dick Grayson had become a bit over
enthusiastic, going so far as to take the Bat Mobile out for a
joy ride. Torn between alerting Bruce to this fact and letting
him enjoy his evening, Alfred finally decided to let it go.
Master Dick would most likely be fine. "Besides." Alfred though
aloud. "Master Bruce truly needs to get laid."
Dr. Meridian's moonlit penthouse apartment had a wonderfully
romantic ambiance it. However, the dim shadowy light was Hell on
a groping billionaire. Trying to kill her towards the sofa,
Bruce had tripped over an end table, sending him sprawling to
the floor. With a quickness that surprised Chase, he was back on
his feet, no worse for the wear. She pulled his tuxedo jacket
off, snagging it at the elbows, forcing Bruce to struggle with it
until he threw it off. Chase kicked off her shoes and reached
for the zipper at the back of her long evening dress. Bruce
fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, finding it more than a bit
difficult. Reaching out with surprising quickness, Chase tore
the front of his shirt wide open, sending buttons flying
everywhere. Shocked but even more excited, Bruce stumbled trying
to kick his shoes off. Standing precariously on one foot, he
grabbed for his socks, but froze in that ridiculous position when
Chase shrugged her dress to the floor. He just stared for a
moment at the beautiful woman, clad in white lace bra, matching
stockings, garter and skimpy panties. Mouth wide open, Bruce
Wayne fell sideways to the floor in a clumsy heap.
Pulling himself onto the couch, Bruce finished removing his
socks and went to work on his pants. Moving close, Chase pulled
on the legs, easily sliding them off of his body. She sat next
to him on the couch. and kissed him once again, her tongue
probing his mouth deeply. Breaking the kiss, Chase whispered
into Bruce's ear. "Stand up and strip for me."
Bruce Wayne stood slowly in front of the couch. He was used
to women taking their clothes off for him, but this was something
new. Standing there in the bluish moonlight, Bruce waited for a
sign from Chase to continue. She just sat on the couch, looking
lovely, admiring his body. He had square handsome features that
screamed of good breeding. Clearly, all of his free time was not
spent sitting around being a couch potato. His broad shoulders
and well developed chest tapered down to a flat stomach and
narrow waist. Clad in only black silk boxers, Bruce Wayne looked
good enough to eat. A thought which caused a chill to race up
Chase's spine.
"Take them off." She whispered. "Slowly."
The excitement of being watched like this turned Bruce on
more than he ever could have imagined. His throbbing erection
made it a bit of a chore to slip the boxers down over his hips.
The look on Chase's face was pure lust as the boxers reached
Bruce's muscular thighs. The cock that sprung into view matched
his chiseled hard body perfectly. His member throbbed visibly as
Bruce kicked away his boxers and stood in front of Chase. Having
seen her share of stiff pricks in her day, Dr. Meridian was
pleasantly surprised by the one she saw before her. It was at
least nine inches long, only an inch shy of her ideal length and
certainly more than she would have expected from a quirky man
like Bruce Wayne. Chase licked her lips and felt her pussy flood
itself. "Turn around." She whispered, her voice throaty and
shaking with desire. "Let me see your ass."
Trying to appear relaxed, Bruce turned slowly way from her,
feeling her stare as she checked him out from behind. As Batman,
he was used to being gawked at, but as Bruce Wayne, it made him
feel somewhat uncomfortable. He looked back over his shoulder to
see Chase's reaction. She was staring at his butt, one hand
playing with her hair, the other absent mindedly stroking her
thigh. "You must work out." She said, seeing him look back at
her. She spread her thighs and raised her legs so that her feet
were resting on the edge of the couch.
"Come eat me." Chase said, pulling her panties aside
invitingly, giving Bruce a promise of wonderful things to come.
Mustering up all of his self control, he turned around slowly,
eased himself to his knees and began to crawl ever so slowly
towards Chase, his eyes locked on hers. She watched as he
approached, reached out and began to caress her stocking clad
calves in his strong hands. Peering into his eyes, Chase could
sense the deep, hidden fires burning within Bruce. Some day, she
would have to explore his inner thoughts and fears, but at this
moment, Chase had more base plans for him. As his hands crossed
her thighs and came in contact with her hips, Bruce tugged on the
band of her panties, tearing away the lacy fabric easily off of
her body. Bruce leaned his head in close until chase could feel
his warm breath on her thighs. Bruce ran his fingers through the
neatly trimmed patch of hair around her pussy, teasing her moist
lower lips and playing with her opening.
Chase shuddered as Bruce played with her pussy, teasingly
inserting just the tip of a finger into her and running it along
her slit. She was on fire and wanted so desperately to tell him
what she most desired, however, experience had taught her that
such perverse needs were best held until she was certain the man
could handle them. She decided instead on the next best thing, a
nice bit of passionate love making. "Eat me." she whispered,
her mind reeling from Bruce's talented fingers.
More than happy to oblige, he pressed his mouth into the hot
flesh of her pussy. He was dying to taste her and by drawing it
out, his desire was greatly heightened. He covered the length of
her slit with soft kisses, savoring her sweet womanly aroma. A
finer woman would be hard to imagine and Bruce knew that he would
have to pull out all the stops if he was going to satisfy Chase.
As Bruce teased her, Chase ran her slim manicured fingers
through his thick blond hair. By the time his tongue made
contact with her pussy lips, Chase was ready to scream. He began
with long slow strokes, painting her pussy with his tongue,
kissing it lovingly. His fingers slowly worked their way inside
of Chase, exploring her insides just as his mouth did the same to
her outer lips.
For what seemed like hours, Bruce kept Chase in a state of
high arousal, but never pushed her over the edge of climax. He
explored every inch of her pussy with his lips, tongue and
fingers, carefully avoiding her clit, until she ached with the
need for release. All the while, he had been working his fingers
in and out of her, fucking her with now three fingers. Sensing
her arousal and feeling her grip tighten in his hair, pulling him
close, Bruce moved his mouth upwards to her erect clit.
"Oh yes." Chase moaned, feeling his lips brush against her
pulsing bud. Knowing how close to the edge she was, she wrapped
her long legs tightly around his head and grabbed two handful of
his hair. "Oh Bruce, make me cum." she cried as his mouth
closed over her clit, sucking hard and fast, matching his
frenzied finger fucking.
Bruce felt Chase smother him between her thighs, forcing him
to nearly drown in the flood of juices she let loose as her
climax wracked her body. He lapped at her sweet nectar, savoring
her taste and simultaneously driving her ever madder as her
orgasm consumed her. Bruce felt deep satisfaction at hearing
Chase screaming her way through climax. He lived by a simple
sexual principle, the better you give, the better you receive.
He only hoped Chase held similar beliefs.
Bruce kept up his sucking until Chase's orgasm subsided and
she loosened her vice grip on, at last, collapsing onto the
couch. Chase was out of breath and thin sheen of perspiration
glistened on her skin in the moonlight. Standing, Bruce went
from the room without a word, returning moments later with a
bottle of water. The simple gesture so touched Chase that she
forget to question how Bruce knew his way to the kitchen in the
dark. It also renewed her desire to return the pleasure he had
given her. They sat next to each other, sipping the water and
kissing for several minutes. Chase slowly worked her hand up
Bruce's thigh until at last she wrapped her fingers around the
hard shaft of his cock. It felt so big and hard in her hand,
smooth hot skin, pulsing under her touch. The fat purple head
was swollen and already shining with leaking pre-cum.
Chase took a final swig of water and let head fall into
Bruce's lap. She curled up on the couch next to him as her soft
lips make contact with the head of his cock. In that position,
Chase reminded Bruce of Selena Kyle, his most recent lost love,
"but not even Selena used her tongue this well." He thought.
Her lips parted, allowing Bruce's hard cock to slip inch by inch
into her cool mouth. The ice water added to the intense pleasure
she gave him. As she did this, Chase circled her tongue around
his cock with amazing skill, driving him to the edge of climax
almost instantly. Her head began to bob delicately in his lap as
Chase sucked most of him into her mouth. She knew that to deep
throat a cock the size of Bruce's would be no problem, but there
were limits to what she was prepared to reveal about her sexual
nature and talents. Besides, he didn't seem to mind at all.
Bruce Wayne was having trouble holding back as Chase's oral
talents nearly overwhelmed him. Were he in costume as Batman, he
would have grabbed her head and fucked her mouth good and hard
until her unloaded in her mouth. Such rough sexuality was
expected from the wanton sluts who often fell at the feet of the
Dark Knight, but this was an educated, classy lady. Bruce
decided to hold back on his aggression and simply enjoy the
feelings.
As Chase sensed Bruce's impending climax, she added to her
stellar blowjob by wrapping her hand tightly around the base of
his shaft and stroked to match her lip motions. She was pumping
his cock like she wanted to milk it dry. In reality, Chase
wanted nothing more than to jerk Bruce's dick off right into her
mouth. He would certainly love it, as would she, however, she
feared it might set the wrong tone for their relationship. After
all, she was a Ph.D. and as such, his expectations of her would
be higher. To swallow his cum on their first date might cause
Bruce Wayne to disregard her as a common strumpet.
Feeling his balls begin to tighten in inevitable climax,
Bruce thought briefly of not warning Chase, so that he could
spurt into her warm mouth. However, knowing the sort of
repercussions this could cause he regretfully moaned a warning.
"Oh Chase, I'm going to cum."
Pulling her lips away, the beautiful doctor doubled her hand
motions, pumping wildly on the hard cock she held. With a sudden
convulsion, Bruce's body stiffened and his cock exploded a
fountain of sperm. The thick fluid sprayed out onto his chest
and stomach. It streaked his body and her fingers, running down
and polling in Bruce's navel. Chase wanted so badly to lick his
body clean of his sweet fuck juices. When at last Bruce stopped
pumping and closed his eyes to catch his breath, Chase snuck a
quick taste from her fingers, savoring his taste a moment before
curling up next to him on the couch, resting her head on his
strong shoulders.
"Give me a minute to catch my breath." He said. "Then
let's continue this in the bedroom."
-- continued in part 3...