Chapter 11: Backseat Desperation
The Batmobile’s interior was thick with the smell of sweat, ozone, and the sharp, animalistic scent of their arousal. Kara’s head was thrown back against the headrest, a string of moans falling from her lips as Diana’s skilled fingers worked frantically over her soaked fishnets, rubbing hard circles against her engorged clit. “Oh fuck, Diana, right there, don’t stop,” she begged, her own hands digging into the leather of the seat.
Beside her, Wonder Woman had her legs splayed wide, her back arching as Kara’s gloved hand shoved past the waistband of her briefs to plunge two fingers deep inside her dripping cunt. “We need more,” Diana gasped, her eyes wild and unfocused. “Barbara, please, just a taste. Our pussies are so empty. You could make us scream.”
Barbara’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel, her stomach churning at the raw, wet sounds coming from the back seat. “I’m not doing that,” she stated, her voice tight with disgust. “You need to fight this. Remember who you are.”
Kara’s eyes fluttered open, a predatory gleam in their blue depths. “This is who I am now,” she slurred, her hips bucking violently against Diana’s touch. “It feels too good. Just pull over and lick my pussy. You’ll love how I taste.” The plea was a grotesque parody of her former self, all dignity stripped away by the relentless need coursing through her veins. Barbara pressed the accelerator harder, the city lights blurring into streaks of neon shame.
Barbara gripped the wheel, her jaw clenched as the moans from the back seat escalated into something primal and unstoppable. Kara’s body suddenly seized, a raw, guttural scream tearing from her throat as her climax ripped through her, every muscle tightening then going slack. Diana followed instantly, her own cry mingling with Kara’s as their bodies convulsed in a shared, shuddering release.
Then, a new sound joined the cacophony—a sudden, hot stream of liquid hitting leather with a forceful hiss. Piss sprayed from Kara, then Diana, soaking their fishnets and the seats in a warm, acrid flood that pooled and dripped onto the floor. They giggled, high and breathless, as urine drenched their thighs and the expensive upholstery, their orgasmic bliss mingling with the relief of emptying their bladders.
A jet of piss arced over the seat, splattering against the back of Barbara’s neck with a wet slap. She flinched, the warm, foul liquid trickling under her cowl and onto her skin. “What the hell?” Barbara snarled, swerving slightly as disgust roiled in her gut, the stench of ammonia cutting through the air.
“Sorry, Babs,” Diana giggled, not sounding sorry at all as she wiped at her wet leg. Kara laughed, a wet, messy sound, and added, “It’s just piss. Lighten up.” Barbara’s hands trembled on the wheel, her mind racing for a solution to this deepening depravity. She needed to get them to safety, but this was beyond any contamination she had ever imagined.
The girls continued to giggle, rubbing their wet bodies together in the mess, their fingers already trailing back to their swollen clits. “I need a cock in me now,” Kara moaned, her hips twitching with renewed hunger. Barbara accelerated, desperate to reach the Cave and its sterile confines, but the memory of Viper’s smirk haunted her—he knew they’d be back. The city sped by, a blur of lights and shadows, as the Batmobile carried its cursed cargo onward.