Batman has a perfect plan, but Marsha has a perfect can

Batman entered Marsha’s lair with Catwoman and Robin (still in his Catman costume), each in handcuffs. The plan was for Batman to have pretended to have captured the pair, get Marsha alone, and then **** her to free the Commissioner, the Chief, and all her other enraptured captives.

“You’d better hope this plan works, Batman, otherwise you’ll both be Marsha’s lapdogs, and I’ll be kitty litter.” Catwoman muttered.

“It will work Catwoman. Marsha’s ego would never allow her to predict that I might not be madly in love with her. I just need to wait for the right time to strike.”

They made their way to the main hall, where one of Marsha’s guards sounded a gong, signaling their arrival.

“Here goes nothing…” said Robin, under his breath.

Marsha entered the room, grinning from ear to ear, and flanked by two guards. She was wearing a stunning blue sequin dress, diamond bracelets, a diamond tiara, and a diamond necklace dangled over her ample cleavage. She clapped her hands.

“Oh well done, well done darling!” she said, as her guards took hold of Catwoman and Robin. “You got them both!”

Batman smiled at Marsha, “Of course, my love. They were indeed conspiring together, plotting against you. They had **** but to come quietly, they knew I would kill them if they did not submit to you.”

“Ooh, I love it when you talk like that Batman,” said Marsha. As she took him in her arms and kissed him, Batman could feel the love potion in her lipstick entering his bloodstream. Catwoman’s antidote was protecting him, but he still found the kiss incredibly arousing. He’d been lusting after Marsha for days, dreaming about her, thinking about her non-stop, and his body was responding to her affection. When Marsha broke the kiss, he found himself craving more.

Marsha turned to Catwoman. “Did you like that, darling? I know you’ve always wanted him. How does it feel to know that you’ve lost? That Batman is mine and mine alone?”

Catwoman just glared at Marsha, and said nothing.

“And you,” Marsha turned to Robin. “You thought you could stand against the Queen of Diamonds? How does it feel knowing that with you out of the way, the city is now mine? You’re so ashamed that you needed a new costume, darling? Soon, you’ll have a nice Arabian Nights outfit like my other servants.”

“You won’t get away with this Marsha!” cried Robin.

“I already have, darling. Who’s left to stop me? Once you and Catwoman are under my spell, no one will dare challenge me again. I’m not just the Queen of Diamonds, I’m the Queen of Gotham City!”

“Oh please,” said Catwoman. “I’ve studied the chemistry, your darts don’t work on females. You’ll either have to lock me up, or kill me.”

Marsha tented her bejeweled fingers. “Let’s just say we’ve had… a change of formula, darling. Aunt Hilda is a master, you know. You’ll see soon enough. But first, I want to punish you both. Once you’re in love with me, you won’t care about Batman anymore. So before we try my new potion, I want you to watch as your beloved hero debases and humiliates himself for me!”

She turned to Batman and stroked his cheek. “Come along, darling, it’s finally time for your reward.”

They entered Marsha’s boudoir, where Catwoman and Robin were placed in two cages.

“Leave us,” Marsha said to the guards.

“We’re alone, any minute now, Batman’s going to strike!” thought Robin.

Marsha grabbed Batman’s head in her left hand, and pulled him in for a passionate kiss. Her right hand reached into his tights and began massaging his member. Batman’s lust was nigh overwhelming, he knew that he had to focus and wait for the perfect opportunity to capture Marsha, but her hand felt so good on his cock, her kisses were so delicious…

Marsha broke off the kiss, and turned her back to Batman. She shimmied out of her sparkling dress, revealing a diamond encrusted bra and panties. She bent over her bed, lifting her shapely butt into the air.

She turned over her shoulder and smiled at Batman.

“Worship my ass, Batman.”

This was the time. There were no guards. Marsha had her back turned, she was completely ****. All Batman needed to do was get his bat-cuffs out of his utility belt.

But as Marsha swayed her ass at Batman, his eyes began to follow it, almost hypnotized by the motion. It looked so delectable, a perfect, soft, round ass at the top of Marsha’s shapely legs.

Before he even knew it was happening, Batman was on his knees, kissing Marsha’s ass. He kissed and licked, lost in the pleasure of worshiping Marsha’s gorgeous rear end. He let a moan of pleasure escape his lips.

“Oooh, good boy. This is where you’ve always belonged, Batman.’

Catwoman and Robin looked on in horror at Batman, and feared the worst. Had the antidote failed? Or was this somehow part of Batman’s plan?

Marsha turned, and lay down on the bed, stripping off her panties. “Now Batman, take off your clothes and claim your reward. I want you to fuck me like you life depends on it. Oh, and leave the cowl, I don’t think I want our little kitty knowing who you really are.”

Batman immediately obeyed, stripping off his costume, save the cape and cowl. He plunged into Marsha and thrust, her pussy felt heavenly after being denied his prize for days on end. He kissed and bit her breasts as he pumped his huge cock into her, driven wild by lust.

“Ohhh yess, fuck me Batman! Fuck me haaard! Worship you Queen!” moaned Marsha. She glanced at Catwoman and Robin and smiled. Knowing they were **** to watch her being fucked by her mesmerized minion made the experience all the more hot.

Batman thrust harder and harder into her foaming cunt, as he grabbed Marsha’s beautiful ass. Her supple tits bounced as she raked her nails across his bare back. His cock felt so good in her pussy, now that he had accomplished his mission, she could fuck him as much as she wanted.

“Oh god, yes! Yes Batman! Harder! Ohhh yessss!” Marsha came powerfully and loudly, her body shaking with pleasure. “Cum in me Batman! Now!”

"Maaaarshaaaa!" Batman moaned as he shot his load into her snatch, the most powerful and pleasurable orgasm he ever experienced.

Marsha pushed him off her, panting. “Well done, darling. And that was just the beginning. I think now would be a good time to let our friends join in on the fun, don’t you?”

Batman just lay on the bed next to Marsha, a dreamy smile on his face.

Marsha pulled her compact out of her side table drawer, and walked over to her caged captives, standing nude in front of them.

“Didn’t that look exquisite, darlings? I'm feeling generous, so I think I’ll allow you to both join in for round two.”

Robin was panicking internally. He had no idea if the antidote would protect him from Marsha’s new potion. “Come on, Batman, do something!” he thought.

“Relax and enjoy it, darlings. Breathe deeply…” Marsha said, as she took a deep breath and pursed her lips.