batwoman x joker

Kate used to be a superheroine, Batwoman. She had been transformed by the Joker into something else, something less—a fucking bimbo cockslut. She couldn't help but giggle at her newfound identity: her massive tits bounced in response, her lips parting to reveal a tongue darting out to taste the air.

The Joker's sick grin appeared in the mirror opposite her. "Enjoying yourself, my dear?"

Kate couldn't find the words—brainless, empty, hollowed out like a fucking pumpkin.

But she didn't mind. She was ready to embrace her new identity as the Joker's bimbo cockslut.

With a Sadistic gleam in his eye, the Joker strutted over to the medical table, his leather boots clacking against the plush, purple carpet. He picked up a hypodermic needle, filled with the venom that had wormed its way into every corner of Kate's mind.

"Time for another little tweak, my dear," he said, brandishing the needle like a goddamn trophy.

Kate's heart raced with excitement as she watched the venom glisten in the neon lights. She couldn't wait to feel the surge of pleasure and submission that came with each injection.

The Joker approached her, his movements smooth and predatory. He traced a finger down her cheek, and Kate leaned into his touch, purring softly. Without a word, he sank the needle into the side of her neck and pressed the plunger. Kate gasped, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of ecstasy washed over her. s.

"Time to make you even dumber, my dear," the Joker cooed, his voice dripping with malice. "You'll be begging for cock in no time."

Kate could only whimper in response as the venom did its work, filling her mind with a dull haze. She swayed on her feet, her massive tits pressing against the cold metal surface of the medical table.

The Joker's gloved hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her flesh like dough. They have a great day kate getting used to her new life.

She loved being a stupid bimbo and felt complete, happier than ever. The Joker seemed pleased with his new creation and spent the day doting on her, pampering her, and watching her bounce and prance around the room.

Kate was happy too, she felt liberated without the burden of intelligence, she could just be a woman and enjoy herself as she always wanted to be.

The room was filled with laughter, teasing words and sensual touches. Kate's new personality melded perfectly with the Joker's twisted sense of humor, and they indulged in each other's sick fantasies.

But as the day came to a close, the Joker's mood shifted. He grew serious, something that was rare for him, and his gaze lingered on Kate.

He reached out and grabbed her chin, tipping her head up so she was looking at him.

"You know, my dear, there's a reason I made you into this." He said, with a dark gleam in his eyes. "You're mine now, and it's time for you to truly embrace your new role."

Kate felt a thrill run through her body at the Joker's words, and she nodded eagerly, her massive tits bouncing with the motion.

"Good girl." The Joker rewarded her enthusiasm with a wicked smile and leaned in to kiss her. Kate melted into his arms, her lips parting to accept his tongue as it explored her mouth. The venom had dulled her senses, making every touch feel intensely perverse, and she reveled in it.

As they continued to kiss, the Joker's hands began to roam freely over Kate's body, unbuttoning her sparkly top and releasing her massive tits from their corset.

He couldn't resist taking one of her nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, causing Kate to moan loudly.

He reached down between her legs, finding her pussy soaking wet. Without warning, he plunged two fingers deep inside her, causing her to gasp and buck her hips against his hand.

"That's right, my dear, you love this, don't you?" He whispered in her ear as he finger-fucked her. "You love being my little bimbo cockslut, don't you?"

Kate could only nod and moan in response as the Joker continued to finger-fuck her, his thumb circling her clit. She was on the brink of an orgasm when he suddenly pulled out, causing her to whimper in protest.

But her whimpers turned into gasps of surprise as she felt him push inside her ass instead.

The Joker grunted as he thrust into her, his fingers digging into her hips as he took her from behind. Kate's massive tits swung back and forth with each movement, her body bouncing on the bed.

She felt so full, so complete, with the Joker's cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. She could feel herself building up to another orgasm, and she knew it would be even more intense than the last.

With a final thrust, the Joker came hard inside her ass, filling her up with his cum. Kate moaned in pleasure as she felt him fill her, her body trembling with the **** of her orgasm.

But the Joker wasn't done with her yet. He pulled out of her and turned her over onto her back.

The Joker's grin widened as he saw the look in Kate's eyes. He had turned her, a strong and independent woman into his submissive, bimbo cockslut. He licked his lips as he looked at her massive tits, her nipples still hard from their earlier encounter. He couldn't resist but to reach out and squeeze them.

Kate felt a surge of disgust towards women and lesbianism as she thought about it. She was no longer that person. She was the Joker's bimbo cockslut, created for his pleasure. She wanted to please him, and she wanted to be used by him.

The Joker watched her with a wicked grin, his eyes alight with a dark hunger. He reached out and grabbed her chin, tipping her head back so she was looking at him. "You're mine now, my dear," he said, his voice low and dangerous.

Kate let out a sigh of relief, her newfound hatred for women felt so liberating. The Joker's transformation was complete, he had turned her into his perfect bimbo cockslut.

The days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. Kate became more accustomed to her new life, and the Joker became more obsessed with her.

He had transformed her into his bimbo cockslut, and she reveled in it. She was happy to be his toy, his plaything, his sick and twisted pleasure.

One night, as they sat in her lair, the Joker's lustful gaze crawled over her body from head to toe.

"Fuck, Kate, you are the most beautiful bimbo I've ever seen," the Joker whispered in her ear as he grabbed her ass roughly.

She giggled and blushed, feeling his cock twitch against her thigh. "Thank you, master," she replied, batting her eyelashes innocently.

"Go on, slut, get on your knees," the Joker commands, his deep voice sending a shiver of excitement down her spine. She obeys without hesitation, her pussy already dripping with anticipation.

Her hair was a wild mess of dirty blonde curls, and her makeup was smeared across her face. She looked like a doll, helpless and foolish.

She was on her knees before him, her massive breasts spilling out of her top and her red lips parted in anticipation. She could feel the wetness of her pussy seeping through the tight fabric of her shorts.

He walked over to her, his boots clicking against the purple carpet. He took a seat in the ornate bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

"Come here, my dear," he said, patting the bed next to him. He slaps her face with his cock and makes her apologize for her lesbianism and her feminist views. Kate, the transformed Batwoman, approaches the bed, her massive tits jiggling with every step. She climbs onto the bed, her knees spread apart, inviting him to take control of her body.

"I'm so sorry for being a nasty, annoying lesbian bitch," she whinesric.

The Joker leans back on the headboard, his eyes never leaving her, and takes another drag of his cigarette, exhaling the smoke into the air. He reaches out a hand, running his fingers over her exposed skin, savoring the feel of her soft flesh as it jiggles under his touch.

"Dumb little girl, aren't you?" he asks, a dark tone in his voice.

"Thank you for curing my lesbianism daddy" Kate replies, her voice thick with gratitude.

The Joker grins, his eyes alight with pleasure at her response. "That's a good slut," he says, running a hand over her hair.

Kate leans into his touch, craving the validation and affection that he gives her. She no longer identifies as a lesbian and now only exists to serve him.

The Joker watches her, reveling in her transformation.

She is dependent on the Joker for everything, and he tells her exactly how to act, talk and dress. One day, the Joker decides to take her out and show off his new creation.