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Those Long Gotham Nights update
🕑 Added 2020-10-28 01:01:36 +0000 UTCDiana would give Bruce this, he was fast. By the time she caught up with him, he was back at Audrey’s hotel. She actually reached Audrey’s room at the same time as Bruce, finding it a wreck, furniture overturned, thoroughly searched. And Lady Shiva herself stood among the wreckage, not bothering to hide herself, not even for Batman. She wore loose, flowing clothing, as close to anonymous as her pride allowed her—a red bodice top over a black leather skirt, her perfectly toned physique shown off with uncaring candor in her bare arms and stockinged legs, long and lithe.
She faced Bruce with a calm readiness, barely a flicker of interest in her. Diana got the feeling that Shiva had gotten the better half of their last meeting and she was not overly worried that Bruce had improved since then.
Usually, Diana would’ve allowed Bruce to try his luck, knowing how important his pride was to him, but with Audrey in danger, she couldn’t waste time. As they charged at each other, she stepped in, slapping Shiva hard across the face. The ringing slap echoed like a gunshot, freezing both would-be combatants in their tracks.
“Where is Princess Audrey?” Diana demanded.
Shiva’s hand shot to her flushed face, rubbing her bruised cheek. Her eyes burned ferociously. For all her skill, she was only human. But she still held too much pride not to try herself against Diana. She launched herself at the Amazon, who sidestepped, swatting Shiva’s ass in passing. Shiva landed off-balance, tripping and stumbling onto the bed. In a flash, Diana had lunged onto her, pinning her down. And although her lasso could no longer compel the truth, it could still tie Shiva’s hands firmly behind her back.
“I’ll make her talk,” Diana said. Then she looked a little condescending at Bruce. “I guess you’re not ready to ‘interrogate’ someone else so soon.”
Bruce grunted. “No need. I’ll contact Talia. Whatever the League of Assassins is up to, she’ll have heard something.”
Diana sniffed, not much liking the thought of Bruce contacting this other woman—or having such a familiar working relationship with her. But it would let her focus on Shiva…
As Batman stalked away, his swirling cape putting an exclamation point on his exit, Diana rolled Shiva over and hiked up her skirt. She yanked the assassin’s panties down, revealing smooth tawny skin and a tiny, appetizing helping of ebony pubic hair.
“What are you doing?” Shiva demanded.
“You haven’t talked yet. And it’s against the code of the Amazons to cause unnecessary pain. Instead, I’ll cause pleasure. You’ll buy it with information.”
“You think you can make me crave pleasure with any greater ease than you’d make me cringe away from pain?” Shiva asked challengingly.
Diana smirked a little. “Maybe not greater ease. But it should be considerably more fun.”
Diana forced the woman’s legs apart. Her fingers stroked over Shiva’s creamy skin, enjoying its cool, sweatless feel before the storm. Then she pushed her face into Shiva’s cunt and licked the entire length of her slit.
Shiva struggled against Diana’s closeness, but with her wrists bound together and her body pinned down by Diana’s weight, there wasn’t much she could besides lie back and allow Diana to do what she wanted. And despite herself, Shiva found her mind wandering to what Diana might do to her.
She found out.
Diana held Shiva’s legs pinioned into the air, like the spread wings of a bird, as she fucked her tongue into Shiva’s pussy. Shiva felt actual pressure as Diana’s tongue pushed into her sex. It was nearly unbearable. Shiva wasn’t a virgin, but her love life was far from active. She usually derived considerably more pleasure from combat. She was unused to being in so simple a contact with another human being, much less so erotically, and so she quivered at even the lightest of Diana’s touches. The hot exhales as Diana breathed against her mound felt like an open flame being held up to her womanhood.
“You should just kill me! Otherwise I will train, I will grow stronger, and I will devise a way to kill you!”
Diana’s tongue made a long, slow stroll along the lips of Shiva’s pussy. “What’s wrong, Shiva? Too much for you to handle? Assure yourself about how strong you’ll get all you want. The only thing you’ll really be feeling with me is weak. Powerless. Under my control.”
Diana was already feeling the answering surge of power, the familiar but still exotic rush of being in control. After the strangeness of her interactions with Bruce, it was a welcome interlude. She knew exactly what to do with Shiva and there was nothing the woman could do to resist. After all, if a Bana was a tough nut to crack, how much of a fight could someone who was no Amazon at all put up?
She dug her teeth lightly into one of Shiva’s swelling labia lips. Shiva threw herself around like a leashed wolf, but Diana’s steady hands on her hips held the woman in place. She paused, though, waiting for Shiva to settle down, which she did surprisingly fast. Already missing the sensation of Diana’s lips, her teeth, her tongue.
Diana raked her white teeth along all of Shiva’s lower lips, now smelling the flow of Shiva’s arousal, wetness glossing and shining on her inner folds. She decided the time was right to enjoy herself. Most women’s juices were pleasing to her. It was an acquired taste, but one Diana had long since become a connoisseur of.
Her tongue probed mercilessly into Shiva’s womanhood. She licked up the cream that would otherwise have spilled out of Shiva, rejoicing in its warmth. Shiva was really getting turned on, which only furthered Diana’s enjoyment of being in power over her. Even Shiva’s reactions were no longer her own. Now she felt what the princess wanted her to feel.
Diana moved her sweetly curving lips to Shiva’s clit. She sucked the little button into her mouth, teasing the sharpness of her teeth against it. She could almost taste all the untouched nerves in the nubbin that were now singing out, which added even more to her pleasure. Shiva was unused to this cacophony of sensations Diana was putting her through. She didn’t know how to react to them. And Diana had still used little more than the tip of her tongue.
But she knew Shiva had her defenses, her self-assurances, her walls. Diana decided it was time for the first of them to come down. She really started using her tongue on Shiva, pushing and lapping and pressing until Shiva’s pussy gave up—it came. Judging from the flushing on Shiva’s face, the sense of being out of control got her off as much as the rising pleasure from being tongue fucked.
Right now, she’s probably wondering why that is, Diana thought smugly to herself. Why being violated hasn’t shut down the pleasure she’s feeling. But that’s not how it works with an Amazon who knows what she’s doing. Shiva, sister, the angrier you get with what’s happening to you, the better it’s going to feel.
And Shiva was growing used to not being in control. Her reservations were ending and without them, she was getting off on the pure pleasure of what Diana was doing to her. She struggled, but only managed to shove herself more firmly into Diana’s mouth, Perhaps that was what she wanted in the first place.
Diana let her keep having it for a few more strokes of her tongue. Then she slid it away from Shiva’s seething cunt. She lifted herself up over the assassin. “I’m bored of making you come now. It’s too easy.”
Shiva’s face was all screwed up with want and anger. Just as she’d started to enjoy herself—or to admit she was enjoying herself—Diana had deprived her of it. The cruelty was shocking to Shiva. She hated the bitch, wanted to kill her, and yet needed that fucking tongue back in her pussy. All the way inside her.
“Not in the mood to talk, huh? Perhaps we can find another way for you to tell me what you want.” Diana drew the crotch of her leotard aside, presenting her sex to the other woman. Shiva’s eyes widened. She was stunned by how wet Diana was, and knew that it wasn’t just the act of performing oral sex on another woman. No, Diana was getting off on being in control of her. The pleasure she wanted now was only a more direct version of that.
Diana straddled Shiva, giving her two options. She could either eat Diana’s pussy or be smothered by it. Those were her only choices.
Diana sighed, gratified, feeling Shiva’s tongue work its way inside her.
Hesitant, and knowing how unusual that was for her, Shiva licked along the gates of Diana’s pussy. Then between, feeling the pull of the deep well of Diana’s sex. She paused, her thoughts flickering rapidly. Diana rolled her hips, demanding, and Shiva gave in without thinking. Her tongue snaked its way inside of Diana’s juicy cunt.
The taste surprised her. Shiva didn’t know why it should. She’d never eaten out a woman before. The taste should only be what it was. Yet Diana’s taste seemed especially pleasing. Shiva just knew that no one else could be this… delicious.
“That’s how I like it,” Diana sighed. “Keep going. Keep trying to please me. All I want you to think about is how to make me feel good.” She twisted her hips around, rubbing her pussy into Shiva’s face and into her open mouth. She would give Shiva no choice but to serve her. Soon, it would become Shiva’s addiction. “Be my toy.”
Still, Diana was not prepared for how easily, even eagerly, Shiva submitted. She almost came when Shiva’s tongue thrust into her pussy. Ripples of desire ran rampant through her body, taking her by surprise. Before, her only pleasure had been in dominating Shiva. Now she felt the same sexual stimulation that Shiva’d had visited on her—and the assassin was a quick study. Shiva licked and sucked and kissed in all the right places to fill Diana with passion.
Suddenly, she wanted to fuck Shiva in a much more concrete, more certain way than simply tonguing her pussy. But she didn’t have anything to penetrate her with.
The thought occurred to Diana, though, that Audrey might.
Diana’s thoughts turned to the dildo that she knew Audrey always stored in the lowest drawer of her dresser. She got up, leaving Shiva tonguing the air, and went to get it. It was as sturdily built as a good flashlight, heavy and thick. Diana turned it on. It vibrated a little, but mostly heat spread through the metal casing. Diana stroked it while she waited, feeling the dildo getting warmer and warmer to the touch. Shiva watched, but gave no sign of what she made of it, except that Diana never saw her take her eyes off the phallus. She barely even blinked.
As she waited for the dildo to heat up, Diana straddled Shiva’s face again, facing away from her this time. And this time, Shiva needed no prompting to start slathering her tongue all over Diana’s sex.
The Amazon relaxed, enjoying the interaction of her wetness and that of Shiva’s tongue. When Shiva found her clit, she cooed and let herself orgasm, dollops of her cream cascading out of her to cover Shiva’s face. It wasn’t much of an orgasm compared to what she’d experienced earlier, but it took the edge off the driving need she was still afflicted with. Diana tried to appreciate every climax she felt, even the ones that didn’t affect her much. She knew an orgasm was only part of sex, and they ranged from the satisfactory to those that rocked her entire body to a few that threatened her mind itself with their intensity.
Listening to the lewd sucking of Shiva’s mouth as her pussy, Diana bent forward to lean over Shiva’s groin. Shiva’s tongue rushed against Diana’s slit and the Amazon chuckled at the thought that Shiva was looking forward to being eaten out as well. Diana had no intention of doing that. She just wanted to see how Shiva’s pussy opened up for the hulking dildo she was going to use on her.
Shiva cried out as she was penetrated, plundered, but Diana shoved her cunt down firmly onto her mouth, muffling her shouts. She held herself down on Shiva, gagging her, until the lips of her cunt had stretched enough to take the thickness of the dildo. Having aroused and lubricated Shiva with her earlier tonguing, it didn’t take long. But to Shiva, it probably felt like it did.
Then Diana was fucking the woman with the heavy chrome dildo. She savored watching the glossy flesh of Shiva’s pussy part obscenely to allow in the heft of the sex toy. When it was in, she twisted it around. Shiva bucked and thrashed as if trying to escape and trying to get more of the dildo at the same time, but she only received what Diana wanted her to have and her screams never got past Diana’s sex.
The Amazon picked the exact stroke she wanted to use, slowly and methodically pumping the dildo into Shiva, never letting her have too much and never letting her have enough. “How do you like it, Shiva? Is this satisfying you? Or should I stop? Yes, you’re a great fighter, but you don’t know how to fight this, do you? Here, you’re totally defenseless.”
She thrust the dildo faster and faster into Shiva’s slippery wetness. Shiva’s licking at Diana’s pussy stopped, and Diana knew what a relief it could be to concentrate on servicing someone else in the middle of agonizing pleasure like this. Shiva was overcome, overwhelmed, in a fugue state between deprivation and overload.
Diana lifted her hips off of Shiva, leaving her face wet from her pussy. Turning around, she left the dildo in Shiva to kiss her full on the lips, enjoying the taste of her own cream like a claiming mark she’d left on the woman, denoting ownership and conquest.
“Where’s Whisper A'Daire?” she asked.
Shiva stayed quiet—not that she seemed to have much of a choice. Her almond eyes were rolled back in her head, her mouth gaping open, even her tongue lolling out. Normally, Diana would be proud of how fucked out she’d left the assassin, but right now, it was hardly convenient.
“You still need more encouragement, huh?” She reached down to the dildo, shifting it forward, then withdrawing it a few inches from Shiva’s newly opened depths. “Do you like the way that feels or did someone else make that nice big wet spot underneath you?”
Shiva’s face contorted slightly, her tongue reeling in, her mouth shutting a little—then her lips moved wordlessly. Not good enough.
Diana pushed the dildo in deep, then drew it out until only the tip was still inside of Shiva. “I can take it away as easily as I gave it to you, ‘Lady’. Tell me where Whisper is.”
Shiva had recovered enough of her wits to fume, but also to talk. She stared balefully into Diana’s eyes as she said “Whisper stays at an Intergang-funded hotel. The Hotel Lellica. Most likely the penthouse.”
“Good girl,” Diana cooed before leaning down to whisper in Shiva’s ears. “I’m going to leave you with something to think about. But if that’s not enough for you—if you really want to be broken in—go to the Themysciran embassy and turn yourself in. I can personally be the one to rehabilitate you.”
Then she was up, driving the dildo back into Shiva’s body before brusquely adjusting her own leotard to adequately cover herself. “I’ll try to make it back before the police find you. Until then, try to enjoy yourself. You seem like you don’t get enough ‘me time.’”
Shiva usually kept a composed, neutral mien about her, but when Diana left her to her own devices—or rather to the device she’d thrust inside of Shiva’s pussy—she snarled and snapped her teeth at the air. She hated the sensation the dildo gave her, yet soon it was too warm and soothing to hate. The heat of it burned soothingly at her pleasure-tortured sex.
Soon after that, she found herself liking it. And long after that, Shiva hoped the batteries wouldn’t go out. The warmth meant so much more than pleasure to her now. It meant a kind of life.
She fell asleep hating Wonder Woman—and hoping she would do this to her again. Shiva didn’t understand it, how the degrading nature of what had been done to her could coexist with how good it had felt. It seemed almost worth taking Diana up on her offer, just to understand.
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