Clare Has Some Fun With Batman

Batman finally started coming to with a groan. He had been getting weaker and weaker with every knockout, and each one would keep him out for longer and longer. Taking in his surroundings, he was shocker to see that he was in a strange bedroom that he did not recognize. How did he end up here?

Last thing he remembered was going over to Catwoman's place to try and get help with the problem he was currently facing. Had she knocked him out? No, he didn't remember that happening. Did he remember anything from that night?

After a long time of thinking he started to get back the events of that evening. Catgirl was there. Catwoman suggested a little sparing match. And then? Blank. Well that's probably his answer then. He got into a fight with with Catgirl and lost BAD. So bad in fact that he couldn't even remember it.

Had this been what the once-great Batman had come to? Losing in a fight to a teenager so bad that he was knocked out? Defeated in combat by an amateur? She could not have had more than a few months of professional training, and yet that was still enough for her to clean his clock. It was embarassing, no, humiliating for Batman to think about, but also arousing for some reason, and it made his dick grow harder.

Hey wait a second, why was his dick out? It just hung there out in the open. Had the two vixens done that to him after he had gone out? Had they violated him sexually? He sensed some precum on his dick, but he couldn't be sure whether that was from last night or today. Had it even happened the previous night, for all he knew it might only be a couple hours later. Could he be in Catgirl's bedroom ?

He had all these questions swirling around his head, but he couldn't even begin to form any answers to them because all the blood that was supposed to be aiding him was rerouted to his penis. He was rock hard and he had no idea why. Sure he had been programmed to be aroused anytime he was defeated or knocked out, but he was soft when he came to, and he was alone in this room. Had the mere idea that he had been knocked out enough to make his pole stick up?

More questions. Still no answers. Fortunately he would not have to wait long to find out as at that moment he heard the door open and he saw a busty blonde milf walking in.

"I see you've finally woken up, nice to have you back, Batman." Her voice sounded very sultry, like she was trying to tease him with her words.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Clare. But it doesn't really matter. What matters is you being here right now."

"What are you going to do with me?"

Clare giggled. "Just going to have some fun with you I suppose. You see, I haven't been able to have any proper sex for over a year, and you just happened to show up, knocked out with your dick pointing out at my roof? That's a sign from the gods if I've ever seen one!"

Batman was horrified at what he was hearing. He didn't want to be some random middle-aged woman's sex toy! He didn't even know whether he could handle having sex at all now, after all these knockouts. He had to escape. Only problem was, he couldn't.

"Don't bother, your hands were already tied, and I used some of my own rope to tie your legs. I used to be a girl scout, you're not getting out of that knot." His wriggling slowed until he gave up only a few seconds later. "Good boy," Clare said with a smirk. "Now what should I do with you?"