Epilogue: Bat Breeder III: Spoiler Alert

"Ladies," Batwoman said. "Welcome to a very special training session."

Cassandra Cain, alias Black Bat said nothing, as was her want. Stephanie Brown, alias Spoiler, kept her gameface on.

The room in the basement of the club had been newly cleaned and painted. A single word had been spraypainted in ten-foot tall letters along a back wall: CROATOAN. Five feet in front of that were a pair of mechanical stocks, like the old medieval imprisonment devices, with metal bars chained to the floor behind them.

Batgirl closed the door behind them. The redhead had been silent, keeping her cape close about her.

"What kind of training is this? Escape and evasion?" Spoiler asked.

"No," Batwoman said. "This is sexual **** training."

The Black Bat cocked her head to the side, but continued to say nothing. Spoiler swallowed, suddenly nervous.

"That's why we didn't bring the boys here," Batgirl said from behind them. "This is something that affects us women more than them."

"The issue is, sometime in your career, you may be subject to sexual ****." Batwoman said, forcing the two young women's attention back to her. "A situation where you cannot escape, and cannot outfight the enemy. What would you do, if you faced the prospect of being ****?"

"It can be psychologically devastating," Batgirl added. "Life-changing."

"Did that...did that happen to...one of you...?" Stephanie asked, looking from one caped crusader to another. "Oh God..."

"It can happen to anybody, Steph. That's why you need to be prepared for it." Batgirl added.

"This training simulates a sexual **** under controlled conditions," Batwoman said, taking the lead again. "If you choose to participate...you will be locked inside these stocks. We have a...volunteer...who will sexually penetrate you. Again, under controlled conditions. This isn't about escaping it or fighting it. This is about mentally preparing yourself to withstand it. We have both found that...this kind of roleplay scenario can help, in the real world."

Stephanie swallowed hard. This was nothing like what she had been expecting to do tonight. They expected her to lock herself in a stock and...get fucked? By a complete stranger.

"Cassandra," Batgirl said. "We understand if you're not up to this challenge. You've had such communication issues in the past..."

The Black Bat's spine stiffened. She marched over to the first set of stocks and opened it. She bent down and placed her neck and wrists in the holes.

"...very courageous of you," Batwoman said as she closed the plastic stock over the young woman's neck and wrists. It locked with a hard click. "Not too tight? Okay, now the feet."

Batwoman knelt behind the Black Bat. Spoiler had a sudden fear...Cass was probably the deadliest fighter in the room. If she kicked...but she didn't. The bar had metal bands which snapped into place around her ankles, pushing her legs apart. Chained to the floor as it was, the young woman was locked in place...completely exposed.

Not that she couldn't probably escape if she had to. The blonde was already thinking about how she would get out of that same position, using the lock picks in her gloves, the right leverage...

Batgirl's hand fell lightly on Spoiler's shoulder. "Okay Steph. Your turn. I'll help you."

Trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, the purple-clad member of the Bat family walked toward the stocks. She couldn't believe she was doing this. Maybe it was all a trick, a test...but Cassandra had already submitted, if she didn't what would they think of her. So she went to the empty stock. Placed her head in the hole. Felt the heavy plastic come down, to lock firmly about neck and wrist. Then the bit with her ankles, legs instinctively flexing, unable to close.

"Barbara..." she asked. Stopped. "Is it...is it anyone we know?"

The Batgirl was quiet for a moment. "No. It would defeat the point of the training. And you don't really want Tim or Bruce to see you like this, do you? That's why it's just us girls."

Stephanie left out a breath she hadn't known she had been holding.

Batwoman turned to face both of them. "Barbara and I are going to leave now. Your sex partner is going to come in. They know the script. All you have to do is endure it. You're both strong, we know you'll do fine. There's just one more thing."

The Caped Crusader pulled off Cassandra and Stephanie's nearest glove. She pulled a pair of pink patches from her utility belt, and smoothed them out on the back of their palms.

"These contain chemicals which will neutralize any birth control you may have. You need the full experience."

Then they left, their steps echoing in the room.

Stephanie turned to look at Cassandra, but the Black Bat was staring straight ahead. Utterly impossible to read. She considered the pink dermal patch on her hand...

Can they do that? It must be a psychological **** method, she decided. Something to freak us out, make us afraid of getting impregnated. Not that it mattered. Stephanie wasn't on any birth control.

"Oh shit," she muttered as that sank in. "I'm not on any birth control."

"Neither am I," the voice was small and faint. It was the first time Black Bat had spoken all night.

The door opened again. Footsteps. Heels on the cement...a woman? The Spoiler's senses were wired, adrenaline pushing her to maximum awareness, drinking in every sound and scent.

The intruder's breathing grew heavier the nearer she came. Stephanie could hear her make a bee-line for Cassandra first, and felt a weird relief...then hated herself for it. That was her friend, about to be fucked, and here she was glad that it was her turn first. The Spoiler turned her head, but with the stocks she couldn't see anything about their "sex partner"...only the Black Bat's head, up and alert now.

There was the sound of pants being peeled down slender, muscular thighs. Then it began.

Spoiler could only watch and listen. She couldn't see Cassandra's face, not with the cowl, but the blonde could see the young woman's hands clench into small, impotent fists. Wet smacks resounded, echoing in the empty room. It seemed for a moment that the Black Bat was about to burst free, to turn the tables on her assailant...but then Stephanie saw the fingers curl into the palm, the head almost bang across the board...

Is she...getting off on it? Stephanie wondered, her eyes wide. It's so hard to read her but...

She focused on her hearing. The soft grunts from whomever was penetrating Cassandra, but beneath that...yes, there were little panting moans. Spoiler's eyes went wide as she heard her friend's tiny, suppressed sexual exclamations. The whole stock was shuddering now, the **** of the thrusts causing it to vibrate, and Steph wondered if...if Cass was fucking her sex partner back.

Finally the Black Bat issued a single soft moan...and her head hung down, panting. Stephanie knew that she had cum...and felt her own pussy moisten in **** sympathy to the rough fucking she had just endured.

There was a wet schlick as the assailant withdrew from Cassandra. Sound of wet drops hitting the floor. Stephanie braced herself as she felt small, warm hands on her ass, peeling her pants and underwear down. Grateful, absurdly, that she had recently shaved, her pussy bald and inviting. **** herself to breathe, not to hyperventilate.

It's okay, I can do this, I can do this...be strong Steph... She turned her head to Cassandra, who stood there panting. Her right hand shifted into an OK symbol.

Okay. Steph said, answering with her own left hand. It'll be okay, it'll be oh FUCK.

The cock that pressed against her puss was bigger than anything that Stephanie had ever experienced. A real cock, wet with Cassandra's pussy juices and the spunk of her last ejaculaton. Even that was enough to maybe get Spoiler pregnant...and it was spreading her wide, pussy aching as it was split open. Steph bit her lip, trying to follow Cassandra's example, not to cry out...and it did, finally bottom out inside of her.

Fully impaled, her assailant gave her half a moment to get used to the size and girth. It felt like someone had shoved a coke can up her pussy, though Steph realized that was a trick of perspective. Every cock feels bigger than it is...at least, that's what she told herself as it began to move.

Slim, womanly hands grasped the Spoiler's hips for support as she banged away in a steady, driving fuck. Wet as she was, Stephanie offered no resistance. This is what she came for, after all. And it was more than just drilling for oil, the hands squeezed and massaged, the cock plunged in roughly but never deep enough to hurt, each thrust almost mathematical in its precision, designed to let the swollen head scrape over her g-spot, making her knees feel weak.

For a moment, Spoiler was struck with the idea that this might be Batwoman herself, armed with some futuristic strap-on...and the image stuck in her mind and brought a flush to her cheeks. She had never thought about Batwoman that way before, but she had to admit she admired the way that she handled herself, her statuesque beauty and strength...

Stephanie lost track of time. Lost track of everything except what was going on inside her body. She knew that Cassandra could hear her **** pants, the little mewls of pleasure. The pink patch on her hand itched like crazy, chemicals interacting with her sweat. It didn't feel like ****...and maybe that was the point. Because she was sure now that she could escape at any time. That this was just something to endure, maybe even enjoy. There was no need to fight it. Just let it happen...

Her cunt clamped tight as the orgasm rolled over her, sudden and unexpected. The young woman's body shook as muscles cramped, pussy striving to milk the fat cock inside of her...and she could feel a warm wetness that told her she too had been seeded.

Spoiler gulped as the sex partner with drew from her...that hadn't been so bad. Much better than she imagined it would be, actually. She turned to look at Cassandra, to flash her a sign...and saw the Black Bat shudder as she was penetrated once again.

Stephanie's eyes widened beneath her mask. She could feel the spunk dripping out of her violated cooch...but apparently the training was far from over.