BAE Chapter 26

Barbara holds Talia’s gaze.

“No chance,” she says.

Talia takes that in, looking away for a moment. She prettily brushes her hair back, then faces Barbara.

“So you choose pain.”

Talia rises gracefully to her feet and Barbara gets ready to hit the button. She’s got to warn Alfred to get out. Alfred is formidable, but his tough act and his shotgun are no match for Talia.

But Talia doesn’t head for the door. Barbara watches in confusion as Talia unzips her bodysuit and peels it off. Her dusky skin is covered in old scars, but her figure is beautiful. It’s easy to see why Bruce fell for her. Without a hint of shame or hesitation, she sheds her undergarments, dropping them unceremoniously on the bodysuit lying on the floor beside her boots.

Embarrassed, Barbara is aware of her eyes jumping from Talia’s face to her exposed breasts to her trimmed bush and lithe legs. She swallows, which hurts, as Talia seats her bare bottom primly on the edge of the bed a second time.

She places her delicate hand on Barbara’s soft penis and gently rolls the foreskin between her fingers. The touch sends feelings through Barbara’s whole body, and she’s not ready for it. Unexpected muscles tense, and every movement affects the chest. She clenches her jaw in time to stop herself from gasping, but the pain from her injuries isn’t the worst part. The worst part is watching her cock swell up eagerly in Talia’s hand and Talia’s expression of smug superiority. Once Barbara is hard, Talia starts to pull. Her movements are gentle. Tender, even. They feel so good that Barbara’s body has to react, and that is what hurts. Breathing gently is painful, so breathing hard is unbearable, and Barbara has begun to pant.

“Yield,” Talia says gently, looking admiringly at Barbara’s shaft, which twitches against her palm. She reaches over to move the robe enough to expose one breast. The nipple is achingly hard. “You are very beautiful. Give me access to the computer.”

Barbara just bites down and glares, refusing to answer.

Talia stops stroking her. The brunette climbs onto the bed and straddles Barbara. The firmness of her grip on Barbara’s cock gives away how annoyed she is. With a vaguely unfriendly look, she sinks onto Barbara, watching with satisfaction as Barbara’s pale, sweaty face contorts in agony.

“Ah! Mm!”

Barbara’s mouth is suddenly covered by Talia’s hand. Talia leans forward, rocking her hips.

“Shhhh,” she whispers. “You’ll wake the butler.” She takes Barbara in deep, pushing her weight down spitefully. She plants her other hand on Barbara’s breast, leaning her weight on Barbara’s tortured ribs and squeezing hard enough to leave a few new bruises.

The movements of the bed, soft squelching, and Barbara’s stifled sobs are the only sound.

The end is the worst. Barbara’s cock bursts inside Talia’s slippery, molten depths while her back arches and it feels like every inch of her body is being pierced by flaming knives. The pain shoots up and down her spine as her body trembles.

Finally, Talia takes her hand away.

Barbara whimpers pitifully, struggling just to draw breath without screaming.

Talia looks down at herself, then at Barbara’s face.

“You have spirit,” she says, wiping the tears from Barbara’s flushed, streaked cheek. She rises off Barbara’s cock, which smacks softly to her belly. Without warning, Talia moves forward and sits roughly on Barbara’s face. Barbara feels damp hair, wet, musky folds, and her own salty cum on her lips.

Talia smothers her with her leaking pussy until Barbara’s about to black out, then gets off. With that same look of annoyance on her face, it’s as though Talia has forgotten that Barbara is there at all. She absently uses the corner of Barbara’s robe to wipe a streak of semen from her damp inner thigh, then she dresses.

Barbara can’t do anything more than lie there. Talia zips up her suit, casts one last look at Barbara, and vanishes out the window without a sound.

Barbara’s pride allows her to wait ten seconds before she hits the panic button.

Alfred arrives in less than a minute, carrying some kind of futuristic handgun. He’s wearing a bathrobe over his pajamas, and his eyes widen as he sees the state that Barbara is in.

“She’s gone,” Barbara moans. “Cancel 911.”

“As you wish,” Alfred says, taking out his phone and doing so. “Ms. Gordon…” He’s probably seen Bruce in bad shape before, but of course it’s different. Barbara is a woman, he didn’t raise her, the scene and the stink of sex, and most of all the penis… it’s a lot.

“Just bring me that ****. And painkillers,” she snarls.

He ducks his head and leaves the room. Barbara is relieved; she expected him to argue. He returns with a blanket. Barbara ignores the pain, stupidly, and snatches that away from him, accepting the ****.

“I’ll live until morning,” she assures him as he hesitates.

“Who was it, Ms. Gordon?”

“Talia Al Ghul.”

Alfred grimaces. Barbara will need to ask his opinion about Talia sometime. Not tonight.

“I’ll speak to Lucius,” Alfred assures her, then leaves.

With fresh tears in her eyes, she injects the steroid, then the painkiller into her thigh. Her body feels hot and her heart rate speeds up. None of that matters; all she can do is lie still. She can never hesitate to use the **** that Bruce used again; being helpless is unacceptable.

She can’t even wash her face.