BATGIRL VS THE AGENTS OF L.U.S.T
CHAPTER FIVE
The Baron leant over and undid the clasp at the front of Batgirl's bra exposing her ample breasts. He ran his hands over the firm flesh, cupping them, kneading them with soft rhythmic squeezes building a deep ache within them.
'N... no, Baron, I -'
'Shhhh.' He kissed her, licking deep into her mouth, making her groan, his tongue stroking along hers with such skill it left her breathless and aching with an arousal between her legs that made her writhe.
Cassandra, sat on the bed next to her, took the almost smoked cigarette from Batgirl's fingers and stubbed it out in the ashtray. Cassandra placed a gold cigarette into her holder and lit it with her slim lighter.
The Baron broke the kiss leaving Batgirl fighting for breath as he continued to fondle her. 'Ah,' he said to Cassandra. 'Your gold cigarettes.'
Cassandra chuckled.
'G... Gold cigarettes...' Batgirl panted. 'What'...'
'Here, try it,' Cassandra suggested moving the holder to Batgirl's lips. She took an experimental drag.
'Holy shit,' she exclaimed, eyes widening, smoke leaking from her nose and mouth. Her heart was pounding, desire coursing through her body, pooling, unfurling... everywhere.
The Baron smiled. 'Cassandra's gold cigarettes contain pure aphrodisiac.' His smile turned into a leer. 'A really quite potent one, as you can tell.'
Batgirl squeezed her thighs together, fighting the depth of desire she did not want to feel but could not deny. His fingers on her nipples were taking her arousal to new heights. She was panting heavily now and Cassandra took the opportunity to give her the holder again. Before she realised it, she had taken a long hit on the cigarette drawing the smoke deep into her lungs then slowly releasing it through her nostrils in twin curling columns. Her back arched helplessly and she groaned, the aphrodisiac increasing the fire in her pussy.
'Spread your legs for me and I'll give you what you want,' the Baron said.
'Fuck... you...'
'You really have no choice. Your desire is controlling you. All you can do is feel the need inside you. Imagine my cock thrusting between your legs... imagine the pleasure I can give you... imagine...'
'Fuck... off...'
The Baron pressed his face into the cleavage of her breasts. His hands slid around to cup her buttocks, his fingers stroking the firm flesh. Batgirl shuddered as his mouth engulfed the tip of her breast, tongue licking her erect nipple.
Panting, she parted her legs. 'D-damn you... I... hate... you...'
'I think not,' As if to prove his point the Baron rested the length of his stiff cock on her pubic hair and the mere contact of his hardness made her cream herself.
'B... b... bastard..!'
In response, he moved the length of his cock very slowly back and forth across her wet slit. Batgirl bucked forward desperately, pointlessly trying to force his cock inside her.
'You see? You really do want to be taken. The drugs and my cock control you. You may be a superheroine, but in the end you will submit.'
'Never! You're -' Her voice was cut off by the broad head of his cock stroking against her clit.
'OOOHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhh...' God! He was right. She could no longer deny the impact that this arrogant shit was having on her.
The Baron sank in, forcing her wet clit to spread for him, letting him in. Just the tip. Then he withdrew. He rubbed his now creamy tip up against her, teasing, then pressed inside her again. Just the tip. Her sex spasmed, trying to pull him in where she needed him.
Batgirl heard a frustrated moan being released before recognising it as her own. Her traitorous body was betraying her. With this foul, loathsome man who... who was making her want him. How could she want him?
'N...no...' she managed to gasp. 'S... stop... I can't... n...n...not... with you...'
'Oh, but look how wet you are,' the Baron taunted, rubbing his cock-tip up and down her drenched slit. 'Wet for me.
'Am... am... not...' she gasped, even as her pussy clenched tight in an effort to capture the thick head that teased her opening.
As the Baron's cock stroked the entrance of her pussy in silent enticement, the cigarette holder was beside her mouth again. Thoughtlessly she wrapped her lips around it. As she inhaled, in one deft movement, the Baron threw her right leg over his shoulder and pushed deep inside her.
'OH MY... OHHHHHH... Ohhhhhhhhh...' Smoke exploded from her mouth along with her cries of ecstasy. Damn her body for responding to him!
'See? Your morality is no match for my depravity.' His cock pumped between her legs, gliding through the creamy evidence of her excitement. 'Look how ready you are for me. You know you don't want to fight against me any more. Deep down you want to experience what I have to offer you. give in to me... all you have to do is lie there and let me make you come.'
'Oh... noooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...' she moaned, but her treacherous pussy contracted tighter around his cock. How could she be in sexual thrall to this... this... vile man?
'Oh yes, I think you mean. You love my hard cock inside you.'
Batgirl gasped at his words, tried to protest, but it was impossible given his carefully orchestrated strokes intensifying the throb in her loins, making her disloyal cunt betray her.
He kept the rhythm of his strokes unrelentingly even, probing her inner depths mercilessly. ' You want me, you know you want me.
'Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....' The inherent wrongness of wanting him coupled with his implacable conceit was turning her on to such an extent that she could deny her urges no longer. She grasped his firm thighs, her arms moving in synchronicity with his thrusts, her hips moving of their own volition, pushing against him. She loathed him, she despised him... but... but... she also desired him. No matter what he was, how detestable, he attracted her... she wanted this repulsive man to fuck her brain's out, to fuck her senseless.
'That's right, it feels good, doesn't it?' he asked, his voice guttural and suggestive. 'Let me pleasure you. You want me to pleasure you, don't you?'
She wanted to retort, to argue, but couldn't. He was too good. Every plunge of his cock was now bringing his tight, heavy balls against her clit. He was bewitching her. He was irresistible.
'I love the look on a beautiful woman's face as she orgasms,' he continued beguilingly. 'And you are beautiful, you would look exquisite in the moment of orgasm. Let me make you exquisite.'
Batgirl whimpered. He had seduced her with his words and his cock and she had let him. She had let herself be ensnared by this repulsive bastard.
'F... Fuck me...' she pleaded. 'Fuck me... fuck me...' She was mortified, ashamed of her need, but she could not deny it. 'Make me... c.... c... come... make me.... m... m... make me...'
The Baron grabbed the ankle straddling his shoulder and pulled it slightly higher, bringing her into a position better to pump still deeper into her sopping pussy. He was filling her now, both her mind and her body, possessing her totally, his cock making her shudder as he fucked her harder and faster.
'You feel so good. So wet and tight, squeezing me like a velvet fist. You're seconds away from coming, aren't you? I can make you come... let me make you come.'
'Yes... yessssssssssss....' she gasped, her sex spasming, her body trembling with the need to climax, her pussy primed and desperate. His hips lunged, plunging his thick cock in deeper than she thought possible, his demand for her climax overpowering her, driving her to orgasm with long fluid motions.
'Come,' he demanded. 'Come for me now.'
Batgirl's back arched pleasure engulfed her, her sex convulsing around him she surrendered herself completely, seized in orgasmic bliss.
As her consciousness returned from her post-orgasmic daze, Batgirl was aware of Cassandra cradling her head, feeding the cigarette holder between her lips and taking short, panting puffs on it. The Baron was still thrusting into her and - incredibly, unbelievably - she found herself aroused again. He was fucking her roughly now, his control barely maintained, his demand for his own climax implicit in the way he was using her. His want for her only served to intensify her own arousal.
She inhaled on the cigarette holder as the Baron grunted, threw his head back, his muscles straining, and his cock swelling as he emptied himself. The rush of white-hot semen spurting inside her pushed Batgirl over the edge and her pulsing, clutching cunt creamed his cock. Her body went rigid, head back, mouth open, smoke accompanying a cry of 'Ohhhhhhhhhh.... god...'. Finally, her head fell back, eyes rolling vacantly, body limp, breasts heaving, pussy quivering.
The Baron tossed her leg from his shoulder distainfully, he was covered in sweat, breathing heavily from his efforts. Batgirl mumbled something incoherent and made a feeble reach for his cock. The Baron swatted her hand away dismissively and it fell limply onto the bed.
'Now,' he said to Cassandra, 'We have shown her the pleasure of sex, and it's allure even for one so chaste as her, but what we need to do is to get her to want of it her own volition.'
Cassandra took a thoughtful drag on her cigarette holder and said, exhaling smoke as she spoke, 'I believe I know just the thing...'
End of chapter five
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