Chapter 11: Chapter 11
The stale, recycled air of Sionis Industries tasted like dust and greed. Selina moved through the executive suite like liquid shadow, her black catsuit absorbing the dim emergency lighting. Her fingers, encased in thin, sensitive latex, danced over the sleek glass surface of Roman Sionis's desk, bypassing biometric locks with a series of near-silent clicks from a device Jason himself had likely designed prototypes for months ago. She wasn't here for jewels tonight. The prize was colder: encrypted financial data, a trail of blood money leading straight to Gotham's underbelly. And a much more personal trigger.
The data stick slid into her palm, cool and heavy with implication. She’d known the risks. Known he’d be watching Sionis after their last encounter. Known he’d recognize her signature touch in the security feed bypass. A month. A month of aching emptiness where her clit had throbbed with phantom enormity, a month of remembering the brutal stretch, the spray, the utter shattering ecstasy under Dick and Jason’s hands, Tim’s cock. The serum’s effects had faded, leaving her sensitive pearl feeling frustratingly… normal. Small. She needed that monstrous swell again. Needed the stretch, the pump, the obscene pleasure. But asking felt like surrender. Selina Kyle didn’t ask. She took. Or got taken.
She slipped silently towards the floor-to-ceiling window, Gotham’s jagged skyline glittering coldly beyond the reinforced glass. The escape line – a thin, strong grapnel wire anchored outside – was her exit. Just a few steps…
The sudden scrape of a boot heel on marble froze her mid-stride. The subtle shift in air pressure. The scent of leather, gunpowder, and simmering violence flooded the sterile space. Her breath hitched, not in fear, but in fierce anticipation.
“Going somewhere, kitten?” Jason’s voice was a low growl, emanating from the deeper shadows near the antique grandfather clock. He stepped into a sliver of moonlight slicing through the blinds. Dressed not in the Red Hood helmet, but in dark tactical pants and a tight black tee that strained over his heavily muscled chest and arms, he looked like wrath incarnate. His piercing gaze pinned her, a predator who’d cornered his prey exactly where he wanted it. “Thought Sionis kept his dirty laundry better hidden. Guess even he underestimated Gotham’s most persistent little thief.”
Selina turned slowly, deliberately, letting him see the data stick clenched in her fist. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a drumbeat of defiance and desperate need. “Found something shiny, Red,” she purred, her voice laced with challenge. “Figured you boys might appreciate the heads-up. Eventually.” She took a deliberate step back towards the window.
Jason moved with terrifying speed, crossing the distance before she could react. One huge hand shot out, not grabbing the data stick, but closing like a steel band around her wrist. The other clamped onto her shoulder, spinning her around and slamming her back-first against the cool, unyielding glass. The city lights swam below her. His body pressed against her, hard muscle pinning her lithe frame, his arousal a thick, unmistakable ridge against her ass even through the layers of their clothes. His breath was hot and harsh against her ear.
“Eventually?” he snarled, his grip tightening on her wrist, making the bones grind. He wrenched the data stick from her grasp, stuffing it into his pocket without looking. His free hand slid down her arm, over her ribs, coming to rest with brutal possession on her hip, fingers digging in. “Try ‘caught red-handed’. Stealing from Sionis? Fucking reckless, Selina. Even for you.” He ground his hips forward, the hard length of his cock pressing insistently against the cleft of her ass. “Or was that the fucking point?”
She arched her back, pressing her ass harder against him, a silent dare. Her head tilted, exposing the column of her throat. “Maybe I just missed the view from high places,” she breathed, her voice strained from the pressure against the glass. “Maybe I missed the thrill.”
Jason barked a harsh laugh. “Bullshit.” His hand left her hip, sliding around her front, fingers splaying possessively over her lower belly, dangerously close to where she craved his touch most. “You missed this, didn’t you, you greedy little slut?” His voice dropped to a menacing whisper, rough with understanding and dark promise. “Missed feeling your cunt stretched wide open? Missed that fat clit swelling up, begging to be pumped? Missed your cunt spraying like a fucking fountain all over yourself?” His fingers dipped lower, pressing firmly against the front of her catsuit, right over her mound. Even through the material, the pressure sent a jolt of raw need straight to her core. Her clit throbbed, pitifully small but screaming for attention. “Couldn’t just ask Daddy for another dose, could you? Had to be a bad girl. Had to steal.”
“Fuck you, Todd,” she gasped, pushing back against him, her own arousal a slick heat blossoming between her legs. The accusation, the crude description of what she craved, the term ‘Daddy’ – it ignited her. “Maybe I just wanted to see if you were still paying attention.”
“Oh, I pay attention, kitty,” he growled. His hand on her belly slid lower, fingers hooking into the waistband of her catsuit and her panties beneath. With a sharp yank, he tore the thin material, baring her ass and the smooth skin just above her pussy to the cool office air. She gasped at the sudden exposure. “And I know exactly what bad girls like you deserve.” His other hand released her wrist only to grip the back of her neck, holding her firmly against the glass. His voice hardened, losing its mocking edge, becoming pure, dangerous command. “Stay still.”
She heard the distinctive snick-hiss of a pressurized injector. Her breath caught. The serum. He’d brought it. He’d known. Anticipation, thick and electric, crackled through her. She felt him shift behind her, his body heat intensifying. His free hand, the one not holding her neck, slid around her hip, fingers rough and demanding as they pushed through her curls, seeking her pussy lips.
“You want it pumped?” Jason rasped, his voice thick with dark arousal. His fingers found her entrance, already slick with her need. He pushed two thick digits inside her without preamble, stretching her, scissoring them roughly. She cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily against his hand, against the cool glass. “You want that little clit swollen up like a fucking cock again?” He curled his fingers, finding that spongy spot deep inside, rubbing hard. “Want my thumb grinding right here while my tongue slaps that fat fuck-meat?” His fingers pumped in and out, a brutal mimicry of the fucking she craved deeper, harder. The sensation was intensely pleasurable, sharpened by the roughness and the sheer dominance of the act. She moaned, low and guttural, pushing back onto his hand. She loved him calling her little pearl what it was. What she wanted it to be. Her fat fuck meat. It made her wet.
“Yes! Fuck, Jason, yes!” she gasped, her forehead pressed against the cool glass, fogging it with her breath. “You gonna suck her? Make it huge? Daddy... Stretch my clit big?" The words tumbled out, raw and needy, all pretense gone.
“That’s my greedy thief,” he purred, a dark satisfaction in his tone. He withdrew his fingers, slick and glistening. She whimpered at the sudden emptiness. Then she felt it – the cold, hard tip of the injector pressing against the sensitive bundle of nerves at the apex of her pussy lips. Not the clit itself yet, but the hood, the root.
“Hold onto the windowsill,” Jason ordered, his voice tight with anticipation. “This is gonna sting, kitten. But you’ll love it. My bad girl loves her punishment, doesn’t she?”
Selina fumbled, her fingers finding the cool metal ledge at the base of the window. She gripped it hard, knuckles white. Her heart pounded like a war drum. She felt Jason’s body press flush against her back, pinning her completely. His hand on her neck tightened possessively. Then, the sharp, burning pain as the needle pierced her delicate flesh. She hissed, biting her lip. It wasn't just a sting; it was a deep, invasive burn spreading from the injection site. She felt the cold rush of the serum flooding into the tissue.
Almost instantly, the familiar, terrifying heat began. A deep, internal fire igniting at the very root of her clit. It wasn’t pleasure yet. It was transformation. A cellular expansion, a stretching, burning pressure building with terrifying speed beneath his thumb, which was now pressed firmly over the injection site, massaging the serum deeper. She could feel it happening – the tiny bud engorging, swelling, pushing outward against the confines of its hood, demanding space. The sensation was intense, overwhelming, a mix of pain and the most profound, perverse arousal imaginable. It felt like her clit was being forcibly inflated, throbbing with unnatural life.
“Fuck! Oh fuck, Jason, it’s… it’s happening!” she gasped, her voice tight with panic and ecstasy. Her hips jerked erratically. She looked down, past the swell of her breasts confined in the catsuit, past his hand massaging her mound. And she saw it. In the distorted reflection of the darkened window glass, she saw the obscene bulge forming beneath his thumb. It was already visibly larger, darker, pushing insistently out from her curls, the hood struggling to contain it. The sight sent a fresh flood of slickness soaking her thighs. “It’s… fuck, it’s getting so big!”
Jason chuckled, a dark, triumphant sound. He shifted his thumb, rubbing harder, faster, directly over the rapidly swelling knot. He could feel its burgeoning size, its heat, the frantic pulse beneath his fingertip. “Look at it,” he commanded, his voice rough with awe and lust. “Look at that greedy little cock growing for Daddy. Just like you wanted. My bad girl gets exactly what she asks for.” He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “Bet it feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it? That deep stretch? That ache?” He ground his own hardened cock against her ass, emphasizing his words. “Bet it’s screaming to be touched. To be sucked.”
“Yes!” Selina sobbed, overwhelmed by the relentless expansion, the building pressure. Her clit felt enormous, sensitive beyond belief, every rub of Jason’s thumb sending electric shocks through her core. It was already bigger than it had ever been naturally, a thick, throbbing shaft emerging. “Touch it! Please, Jason! Fucking rub it! Spank it! Something!” Her knuckles were white on the ledge, her body trembling violently.
Jason’s thumb slid down, abandoning the injection site to press firmly against the engorged head of her burgeoning clit. It was hot, slick with her arousal, impossibly swollen. He pressed down, grinding the pad of his thumb in hard circles over the hypersensitive tip. Selina shrieked, her back arching violently, slamming her ass against his cock. The sensation was excruciatingly intense, a direct assault on nerves stretched to their limit. It wasn't gentle. It was punishment. It was reward.
“That’s it, scream for me,” Jason growled, his own breathing ragged now. He kept up the relentless pressure, grinding his thumb over the swollen crown, feeling it pulse and throb violently under his touch. Her slick coated his hand, dripping down his wrist. With his other hand still gripping her neck, he held her immobile against the glass, forcing her to take the overwhelming sensation. “Feel that fat clit-dick? Feel Daddy rubbing it raw? This is what you stole for. This is your fucking reward.”
He shifted his stance slightly, widening his legs. His hand left her clit only for a split second before returning with a sharp, stinging slap directly onto the engorged flesh. Selina cried out, a sound ripped from her throat, equal parts pain and blinding pleasure. The impact vibrated through her swollen nerves, a shockwave of sensation that made her pussy clench violently around nothing. Milk, untouched by artificial stimulants this time but triggered by sheer, overwhelming arousal, began to leak from her nipples, dampening the inside of her catsuit.
Jason didn’t stop. He alternated – rough, grinding circles that made her sob, followed by sharp, open-palmed slaps that made her jolt and scream. The slaps weren’t gentle; they reddened the rapidly swelling flesh, making it even more sensitive, each subsequent touch magnified a hundredfold. Her clit pulsed like a frantic heartbeat beneath his assault, growing thicker, harder, jutting out almost obscenely now.
“Look at it,” Jason commanded again, his voice thick. He angled her head slightly with the hand on her neck, forcing her to see the reflection. Her eyes, wide and glazed, fixed on the sight. Her clit was truly hungry now, a thick, dark, glistening shaft protruding prominently from her folds, the glans swollen and flushed, glistening under the city lights reflecting off the glass. His hand was red from spanking it, slick from her juices. “See what you did? See that fat fuck-toy you made for yourself? Begging for it. Taking Daddy’s punishment so fucking well.”
He punctuated his words with another sharp slap. Thwack! Selina convulsed, a guttural moan tearing from her. Her legs trembled violently. She could feel her climax coiling, impossibly tight and deep, fueled by the serum, the pain, the utter jky, and the overwhelming sight of her own transformed anatomy. Jason saw it too, felt the telltale flutter deep inside her core where his thumb had pressed earlier, felt the frantic pulse hammering against the hand now cupping her entire swollen mound.
“That’s it, kitty,” he rasped, abandoning the slaps. He spread her lower lips wide with his fingers, exposing the fully engorged, throbbing clit in all its obscene glory. He lowered his head, his breath hot on the hypersensitive flesh. “Show Daddy how bad girls cum.” He didn’t lick. He didn’t suck gently. He opened his mouth wide and engulfed the entire swollen shaft in one brutal motion, sealing his lips tight around the base. At the same instant, he drove two thick fingers knuckle-deep back into her sopping cunt, curling them hard against her g-spot.
The orgasm detonated. It wasn’t a wave; it was a supernova. Selina’s scream shattered the silence of the office, echoing off the glass and steel. Her body slammed back against Jason, held upright only by his iron grip and the window. Her swollen clit pulsed violently, rhythmically, against Jason’s sucking mouth, and she felt it – the hot, thick spray of her own cum jetting out from her cunt, coating his tongue, his chin.
Jason sucked hard once, feeling her spray on his chin. There she was; his kitty who wanted to take her punishment. He felt her body go limp, held only by his strength. He finally pulled his mouth off her clit with a wet pop, lifting his head to look at her ruined reflection. Her head lolled, eyes rolled back, mouth slack.
"Good girl. Took your punishment like a fucking champion." He pressed a hard kiss to her temple. "Now let's get you home. Gonna pump that fat clit properly. Gonna watch you spray again." He shifted, keeping one arm locked around her waist as they walked for the car. "You tell me how I'm supposed to correct your bad behaviour, Selina. Confess what you did wrong."
The stolen Audi’s engine growled low, a predatory echo of Jason’s mood as it sliced through Gotham’s rain-slicked streets. Selina slumped in the passenger seat, the torn flap of her catsuit gaping obscenely, exposing the smooth plane of her lower belly and the glistening, swollen knot of flesh nestled in dark curls. Her thighs trembled slightly, slickness still cooling on her skin. The serum’s heat pulsed deep within her engorged clit, a constant, aching reminder of her ‘punishment’ and its lingering, brutal reward. She stared straight ahead, jaw clenched, the city lights painting fleeting stripes across her defiant profile.
"Confess," Jason commanded, his voice flat steel against the drumming rain on the windshield. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, gaze fixed on the road, but his presence filled the car – leather, gunpowder, and the sharp, metallic scent of her own arousal trapped in the confined space. "What you did wrong. Start talking, kitten."
Selina shifted, the leather seat sticking to her bare ass. She crossed her arms tightly over her bound breasts beneath the suit, trying to shield herself. Futile. The cool air ghosted over her exposed mound, making her hypersensitive clit twitch. "I took the Sionis data," she muttered, the words clipped, reluctant. "You know I did."
Jason snorted. "Fucking obvious. Why? Beyond the usual thrill of stealing shit that doesn't belong to you?" He glanced sideways, his eyes dark pits reflecting the dashboard glow. "Don't play dumb. You wanted this." His free hand gestured vaguely towards her lap, the implication crude and undeniable. "You wanted the serum. Wanted your little button pumped back into that fat fucking cock-dick."
A flush crept up Selina’s neck. Hearing him say it so bluntly, seeing her own swollen flesh peeking out whenever she dared glance down – it sent fresh heat pooling low in her belly. She squeezed her thighs together instinctively, a futile attempt at friction that only made her clit throb harder against the seam of her suit. "Maybe," she conceded, the word barely audible over the engine’s growl.
"Maybe?" Jason’s laugh was harsh, devoid of humor. He took a corner sharply, pressing her against the door. "Bullshit. You orchestrated it. Knew I’d be watching Sionis after last month. Knew I’d catch you. Knew exactly what happens to bad little thieves who need their clits stretched." His voice dropped, becoming dangerously soft. "You wanted me to slam you against that glass. Wanted me to jam that needle in. Wanted me to spank that greedy little fuck-meat raw until you sprayed all over my hand."
Selina inhaled sharply, her breath catching. The vivid replay, coupled with the relentless ache between her legs, sent a fresh gush of wetness trickling down her inner thigh. She felt exposed, humiliated… and unbearably aroused. Her fingers dug into her own arms. "Alright! Yes! I wanted it!" The admission burst out, raw and desperate. "I wanted the serum! Wanted it huge again! Wanted… wanted you to make it big. To punish me for wanting it." Shame warred with a perverse pride in her confession.
Jason nodded curtly, a predator satisfied with its prey’s capitulation. "Better. Now, what else?" He slowed for a red light, turning fully to face her. His gaze was relentless, pinning her more effectively than his hands ever could. It raked over her exposed sex, the swollen, dark-pink bud glistening under the streetlight bleeding into the car. "What other bad-girl shit have you been pulling? Things I don't know about yet?"
Selina swallowed hard. The light turned green. Jason accelerated, the sudden thrust pinning her back against the seat. Her clit pulsed violently with the motion. "I…" She hesitated, playing the reluctant game, savoring the tension, the threat. "I lifted that emerald choker from Veronica Vreeland’s charity gala last week." A small, defiant tilt of her chin. "The security was laughable."
Jason grunted. "Predictable. Keep going."
"I… rerouted a shipment of Wayne Tech microprocessors." Her voice grew tighter, higher. "Sold them to Penguin. For a… a significant markup." Each admission felt like stripping away a layer, exposing more of her illicit self, feeding the fire in her core. She squirmed, the leather squeaking under her damp skin. Her clit felt impossibly sensitive, straining against the air, begging for touch she was forbidden to give.
Jason’s hand shot out, not touching her, but slamming down on the dashboard beside her thigh. Selina jumped. "Fucking Christ, Selina! Penguin? You’re playing with fire, even for you." He sounded genuinely pissed, which only thrilled her more. The danger, his anger – it was part of the cocktail. "Is that all? Or are you holding out, thinking I won’t find out?"
She bit her lip, drawing blood. The metallic tang mixed with the scent of her own arousal. "I… hacked the GCPD evidence lockup." Her voice was a whisper now, thick with shameful excitement. "Copied files on… on Falcone’s old operations. Leverage. Just… just in case." She squeezed her eyes shut, bracing.
Silence. Thick and heavy. Then Jason chuckled, a low, dark rumble that vibrated through the car seats. "Oh, kitty. You have been a busy little thief." The anger was still there, simmering, but overlaid with a predatory anticipation. "Leverage against Falcone? That’s not just playing with fire. That’s juggling fucking grenades." He turned the Audi sharply into a dimly lit underground garage beneath a nondescript building – his safehouse. The tires echoed on the concrete. "Bad girls need thorough correction."
He killed the engine. The sudden silence was deafening, broken only by Selina’s ragged breathing and the frantic pulse she could feel in her swollen clit. Jason turned to her fully, his eyes gleaming in the gloom. He reached over, his calloused fingers not touching her sex, but tracing the edge of the torn catsuit near her hipbone. The near-contact was torture. "Anything else you’re hiding? Anything you think I won’t drag out of you?" His thumb brushed dangerously close to her curls. "Last chance for honesty before the medical bed."
Selina’s breath hitched. The image slammed into her mind: cold steel beneath her back, restraints, Jason looming over her with tools, his hands on her obscenely enlarged clit, stretching it further, pumping it, ‘correcting’ her with relentless precision. The fantasy was so vivid, so terrifyingly arousing, that her hips bucked involuntarily off the seat. A fresh bead of slickness welled from her cunt, dripping onto the leather. "No," she gasped, the lie tasting bitter and sweet. "That’s… that’s everything." She wanted him to find out later. Wanted the excuse for harsher correction. The thought made her clit jump against the cool air.
Jason’s smile was razor-thin. He knew. Of course he knew. "We’ll see," he murmured, the promise dark and thrilling. He released his seatbelt with a sharp click. "Out. Now." He opened his door, the garage’s fluorescent lights harsh after the car’s darkness. "Time to see how honest you really were. Time to pump that greedy fucking clit-dick properly." He stood, a looming shadow. "Get your ass inside. The medical bed’s waiting."