Chapter 10: Chapter 10
His arm locked around her waist, a steel band against the shuddering aftermath. Zatanna slumped against Bruce’s chest, her legs trembling violently, every muscle loose and liquid. The heavy weights hanging from the steel clamp encircling the thick base of her 40mm clit swung gently, a relentless, grounding pull on the oversensitized flesh. Cool cave air raised goosebumps on her sweat-slicked skin, a stark contrast to the furnace heat radiating from Bruce and the deep, residual throb between her legs.
"Easy," Bruce murmured, his voice low and rough against the shell of her ear. His free hand, resting possessively on the swell of her pregnant belly, slid lower. Not to the clamp or the weights. Not yet. His fingertips brushed the slick, swollen outer lips of her sex, still stretched and puffy from the relentless pistoning and his recent, demanding fuck. She flinched, a tiny gasp escaping her lips. The nerve endings were raw, hyper-alert.
"You've taken it so well, Zee," he breathed, his fingers beginning a slow, circling exploration just above her clit, avoiding direct contact with the monstrously swollen node itself. It was a tease, a promise, a reminder. "Your greedy little cocklet earned every millimeter." His thumb dipped lower, tracing the edge of her hood, skimming the distended, veined shaft where it emerged, the cool metal of the clamp a constant presence. The saline injection had done its work; it felt unnaturally heavy, thick, a dense core of throbbing sensation beneath the skin.
She whimpered, burying her face against the hard plane of his chest. The scent of his sweat, the faint ozone of the cave, and her own musky arousal filled her nostrils. She felt hollowed out yet somehow still desperately empty. "Bruce…" Her voice was a wrecked whisper, muffled against him.
His thumb shifted, applying the barest, feather-light pressure to the very tip of her exposed, hypersensitive clit. The contact was minimal, yet it sent a jolt like electricity straight to her core. Her hips jerked reflexively, a fresh wave of slickness soaking his probing fingers. "Look at this," he commanded softly, his voice laced with dark admiration. He used his thumb to gently pull the hood back further, fully exposing the engorged, glistening head of her clit, pinned in prominence by the clamp and weights. "Forty fucking millimeters. A perfect, fat little cock." He traced the swollen crown, the smooth, taut skin stretched impossibly tight. "Begging for more, isn't it? Even after everything."
Zatanna couldn't form words. Her body was a traitor, responding instantly to his touch, to the ownership in his tone, to the sheer obscenity of her own transformed anatomy. Shame warred with a dark, giddy pride. She was perfect for him. Made for him. Broken and rebuilt to his specifications. The thought sent another pulse of wetness against his fingers.
He slid his hand lower, his fingers sinking easily into her slick, open cunt. It was still loose, accommodating, the muscles twitching weakly around his intrusion. He curled his fingers, finding that rough patch inside her, and pressed. Hard.
She cried out, her body arching against his supporting arm. "Oh God! Fuck!"
"Still so fucking wet," Bruce growled, his breath hot on her neck. His fingers plunged deeper, fucking her slowly but firmly, the wet sounds loud in the cavernous space. "Still so empty. You need filling again, don't you, Zee?" He scraped his teeth along her pulse point. "Tell me what you need."
His fingers worked her mercilessly, hitting that spot inside with each thrust. The weights swung, tugging at her clit's root, amplifying every sensation. The dual assault was overwhelming. Her mind fractured. The carefully constructed persona of the powerful sorceress, the witty performer, dissolved. Only raw need remained. Only submission. Only him.
"I… I need…" she gasped, the words thick, alien. "Need… cock." It felt filthy, degrading. Perfect. "Your cock. Fuck me. Please, Bruce. Fill me up. Stuff this… this greedy hole."
He groaned, a deep rumble in his chest vibrating against her back. His fingers withdrew, slick and glistening. "Such a good slut," he praised, the words sending a fresh wave of heat through her. "My perfect, swollen slut." He turned her slightly within the circle of his arm, guiding her trembling form backwards until the cold edge of the main Batcomputer console pressed against her lower back. He boosted her up, her ass landing on the smooth, cool surface, her legs splayed wide open before him. The monitors cast an eerie, shifting light on her exposed sex, highlighting the obscene clamp, the dangling weights, the wet, glistening folds.
Bruce stepped between her thighs, his cock already rigid, flushed dark, veins standing proud. The head, slick with pre-cum, nudged against her slick entrance. He didn't enter immediately. He gripped the base of his shaft, positioning it, letting her feel the thick pressure. His other hand found the weighted clamp. He wrapped his fingers around it, not just holding it, but gripping the engorged flesh it encircled. He squeezed.
Zatanna shrieked. The pressure on the saline-swollen root was intense, bordering on pain, flooding her system with impossible sensation. "AH! BRUCE!"
"Look at it," he commanded, his voice tight. He pulled the clamp, and the flesh it trapped, outwards, away from her body, stretching it taut. The weights hung heavy. "Look at your fat, greedy little cock." He gave it a savage, possessive jerk. "Tell me who it belongs to. Who does this swollen slut-cunt belong to?"
The degradation was a drug. It obliterated thought. "Yours!" she cried out, tears springing to her eyes, her hips pushing forward instinctively, desperate for his cock to replace the emptiness, to soothe the brutal stimulation. "It's yours, Bruce! Your slut! Your greedy fucking cunt! Your swollen fucking clit! All yours! PLEASE!"
He slammed into her.
No preamble. No gentleness. One brutal thrust buried him to the hilt in her slick, welcoming heat. The force drove her back against the console, rattling the keyboard. Her cry was a guttural sound, ripped from her throat. He filled her completely, stretching her anew, the sudden, delicious pressure a counterpoint to the agony-ecstasy radiating from her clamped clit. He held himself deep, grinding his pelvis against her, ensuring his cock rubbed fiercely against her front wall, against that spot his fingers had abused.
"Fuck yes," Bruce hissed, his grip on her clit clamp tightening, pulling it, stretching the thick shaft as he began to piston into her. Each deep, powerful thrust drove her back against the console. Each withdrawal dragged along her hypersensitive inner walls. And with each stroke, he manipulated the clamp, pulling the engorged clit in time with his thrusts, stretching it, making the weights swing and tug, ensuring the swollen nerve bundle was constantly stimulated, constantly screaming.
Zatanna was lost. Sensation overload. The deep, stretching fullness. The brutal grinding against her G-spot. The relentless, agonizing pull on her distended clit. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on the smooth console surface, finding none. Her head thrashed. Pleas and curses tumbled from her lips incoherently. "Oh God! Oh fuck! Yes! Harder! Don't stop! It's too much! Fuck your slut! Your fat-clitted whore! USE ME!"
Bruce grunted, his movements becoming even more powerful, his hips snapping against hers. The wet slap of flesh on flesh, the deep groan of the console under their combined weight, the rhythmic clink of the metal weights swinging – it was a symphony of debauchery. Sweat dripped from his brow onto her heaving chest. His grip on her clit was possessive, brutal, controlling the very epicenter of her pleasure-torment. He angled a thrust, grinding his pubic bone hard against the clamped, swollen flesh.
It detonated her.
Her entire body seized. A raw, animal scream tore through the cave. Her cunt clamped down on his buried cock in violent, rippling spasms, milking him. But the clamp held her clit stretched, exposed; a hot, powerful jet of fluid erupted from her urethra, arcing through the air, splattering against Bruce’s abdomen, his thighs. She squirted violently, helplessly, the gush fueled by the brutal stimulation of her oversized clit and the deep internal pressure. "FUCK! I'M CUMMING! I'M S-SQUIRTING! OH GOD, BRUCE! YOUR SLUT'S G-GUSHING!"
He roared, his own control snapping. The sight of her, clamped and spurting, her body convulsing around his cock, the raw filth of her words, sent him over the edge. He slammed into her one final time, burying himself impossibly deep, grinding as his cock pulsed, jetting thick ropes of cum deep into her spasming cunt. "TAKE IT!" he bellowed, his fingers crushing the clamp, pulling her tortured clit taut as he emptied himself. "TAKE MY CUM, YOU PERFECT, SWOLLEN FUCK-SLUT! GUSH FOR ME! SOAK ME!"
Her orgasm was endless, a white-noise roar of sensation. She kept squirting in erratic bursts around his spurting cock, her body bucking against his, the weights swinging wildly. Bruce held her pinned, grinding, milking his own release, his harsh breaths echoing hers. Slowly, agonizingly, the convulsions subsided. Tremors wracked her. She slumped back against the console, utterly spent, her vision swimming. Bruce remained buried deep inside her, his chest heaving, his hand still locked possessively around the clamp on her pulsing, monstrous clit.
He leaned forward, pressing his forehead against hers, his breath hot and ragged. His other hand slid up to cradle her pregnant belly. The gesture, intimate and protective, was a stark contrast to the brutality of seconds before. He nuzzled her neck, breathing in her scent. "My perfect girl," he murmured, the ferocity replaced by a dark, possessive tenderness. "My cock-hungry, swollen slut." He gave the clamp a final, gentle squeeze, making her whimper. "We'll start the maintenance injections tomorrow. Can't let all my hard work shrink back, can we?"
Zatanna managed a weak, trembling shake of her head, too shattered for words. The heavy weights still tugged, a constant reminder. Forty millimeters.Hers. His. The impossible now anchored by cold steel, dripping with their combined release.