Batman's Mansion of Maids

The Batcave was filthy, and Betsy Braddock was working tirelessly to clean it. The job seemed endless. There was always some new platform or trophy or gadget that needed needed wiped or scrubbed or polished. But Betsy never even thought to complain. A true maid dedicates herself endlessly to service. Betsy cleaned the Robin Memorial Case until it shone such that she could see her own stiffening nipples in the reflection.

*ringalingadingading*

Her whole world came to a halt when she heard that ringing. It was no ordinary ringing. Each of the Master’s maids had a chime specifically assigned to them, to indicate that Master had a job to assign them personally, and this one was Betsy’s. She quickly straightened out her maid outfit and felt her pussy gush in anticipation as she walked off.

On her way to the bat computer she saw Carol Danvers cleaning the Batmobile, using her super strength to scrub underneath the car, she could smell carol’s wetness as she walked by, and remembered how lucky they all were to be maids. It was like having a 24/7 vibrator. Betsy herself was a waterfall between her thighs just by walking to her Master’s side. Her heels continued to clack along the hard steel floor. She arrived at the bat computer to find her Master, Bruce Wayne alongside his very first maid, Talia Al Ghul, who was serving tea to their guest, Janet Van Dyne of the Avengers. Betsy marched around to join Talia behind their Master. Together they took the proper maid posture, hands clasped together in front, heads bowed in deference.

“Wow Bruce, I gotta admit it’s really impressive what you’ve put together here. I mean, is that really psylocke? But I really don’t have any interest in being your serving girl. I’d like to keep our arrangement strictly in the bedroom.”

“That’s completely fine with me Janet, but before we continue I should say, Betsy? Isn’t there something very dirty in here you should be cleaning?”

“yes master.” she said barely above a whisper. And there was. Master summoned her here to clean the dirtiest thing in the whole cave. Wasp’s mind. There’s nothing filthier than a woman who thinks she doesn’t want to be a maid, who only wants to serve superficially. Her brain desperately needed to be washed. She walked behind Wasp and started gently massaging her temples.

“Hey, what are you… oh, i… oooohhhhhuuuhhhhhh…” Betsy sent out tiny little psychic daggers from her fingertips, straight into the folds of Wasp’s brain. Suddenly Bruce snapped his fingers, cuing Talia to play her part.

*snap*

Snap from Master. Time to obey. Listen, Learn, Obey. Betsy rang through her mind.

“Sn-snap… listen… o-obey…” Talia walks around front and fishes out her Master’s cock, giving it gentle little kisses.

“So you don’t wanna be my maid right Janet? Y’know every girl in this house said the same thing at first, even Talia here.” He gave her a little pat on the head while she kissed his cock again. “But that didn’t stop my control from making her cunt throb. And eventually she learned that her cunt control her completely, doesn’t talia?

“yes Master, my cunt controls me completely.”

“my cunt controls me completely.” Betsy repeated softly.

“my cunt… c-controls me… completely…” wasp chimed in as Betsy hyped up her arousal.

*snap*

Talia started licking Bruce’s cock erect. Betsy reached down to tweak Janet’s nipples through her suit, no longer needing her fingers to access her mind.

Master’s pleasure is your pleasure. All pleasure come from Master.

“uuuuuuurrrrgggggghhhhhhh… pleeeeasuuurrre… Maaaaassssssterrrr…” Janet’s eye were locked on Talia’s service, she started touching herself through her costume. Betsy reached down to remove her hand and placed it back at her side.

All pleasure is from Master. A maid must have permission.

“All pleasure is from Master. A maid… must have… permission…”

Maids feel pleasure when they obey. Maids love to serve and obey.

“Maids… serve and obey… love to serve and obey…” There was a dark patch forming over wasp’s crotch now. Her hands stayed placed at her sides.

*snap*

Once Bruce was properly fluffed he had Talia cease. By now the pulsing in Janet’s cunt was overwhelming all other thoughts. “Janet, crawl over here and suck my cock.”

“O-Obey! C-Cunt… Obey!” She quickly crawled over and inhaled Bruce’s cock in her mouth. “Y’know ladies, since Jan is busy cleaning my cock, I’ve noticed that my boots also need cleaning.” Without a word Betsy and Talia crawled over to his feet. Talia his right. Betsy his left. Betsy wondered if she’ll end up cumming before or after Master tells her to touch herself tonight. ‘It’s always something to look forward to’ she thought as she leaned down and began to lick.