Chapter 27: Love you, baby
The sterile air of the Wayne Biotech lab, thick with antiseptic and tension, felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the air in Jason’s safehouse hung heavy with musk, sweat, and the lingering ozone scent from the flickering neon sign outside the bare window. The single lamp cast a dim, intimate pool of light, leaving the corners of the room in deep shadow. Posters of faded comic heroes looked down impassively on the scene unfolding on the worn leather couch.
Selina Kyle lay sprawled, naked except for the cool metal cuffs still circling her wrists, the reinforced spreader bar discarded on the floor nearby. Her breathing was ragged, her skin sheened with sweat that made her lithe form gleam in the low light. The memory of the monstrous toy, the brutal stretch, the overwhelming pressure that had made her scream and spasm, still vibrated through her core. Her cunt felt hot, tender, impossibly open, a throbbing echo of the violation she’d both feared and craved.
Jason Todd knelt on the scuffed floorboards between her splayed legs. He wasn’t looking at the swollen folds, still puffy and glistening. His gaze, intense and predatory, was fixed higher. On it. Her clit. Not a cock, as she sometimes playfully teased, but a magnificent, obscene eruption of flesh. Fat, engorged, jutting out aggressively from its hood, a deep, flushed pink, the head slick and shining. It pulsed visibly with her heartbeat, a testament to the relentless stimulation and the aftershocks still rocking her body.
"Fuck, Kyle," Jason breathed, his voice rough. He didn't touch it. Not yet. Just stared with a dark, possessive hunger that sent a fresh jolt through Selina’s already sensitized nerves. His calloused fingers hovered mere millimeters above the swollen nub. "Look at that. Daddy’s good girl grew herself a fucking beast."
Selina whimpered, a sound caught between exhaustion and renewed need. The possessive "daddy" combined with the raw admiration in his tone stoked the embers inside her. "Jason…" she managed, her voice hoarse.
"Shhh." A single finger, cool against her overheated skin, finally made contact. Not on the clit itself, but tracing the swollen ridge beside it, tracing the thick, distended vein that ran along its length. Selina gasped, her hips jerking involuntarily. "Easy, kitten. Gotta get the specs on this engineering marvel." A faint, dangerous smirk touched his lips. "Remember? You wanted measured."
He reached beside him, not taking his eyes off her clit. Selina heard the rattle of a small metal case. He flicked it open. Nestled in black foam weren't weapons, but precision tools: calipers, a small digital ruler, a jeweler’s loupe. Jason picked up the digital ruler, its red LCD display blinking.
"Hold still," he commanded, his voice low and focused. He brought the cool, flat end of the ruler against the side of her throbbing clit, aligning it carefully. Selina held her breath, every nerve ending screaming. The simple, clinical touch felt perversely intimate, more invasive than the brutal fucking moments before. The digital readout flashed: 28.7mm. Jason grunted, a sound of pure appreciation. "Christ. Wider than my thumb. You proud of that, you greedy little slut?"
"Y-yes," Selina breathed, mesmerized by his intensity, by the absurdity and the raw eroticism of being measured like some prized specimen. The cool metal shifted, pulling away slightly.
"Again," she whispered, surprising herself. "Do it again."
Jason’s blue eyes snapped up to hers, sharp and assessing. A slow, dark smile spread across his face. "Insatiable fucking brat. Need proof of how much daddy spoiled you? How much he stretched you?" He pressed the ruler back, firmly this time, spanning the width. 28.7mm. The number glowed red. "See that, baby? Proof you were built to take it. Built for big toys and bigger cocks." His thumb brushed the very tip of her clit as he withdrew the ruler.
Selina cried out, a sharp, desperate sound. The fleeting touch sent electric sparks radiating outwards, pooling low in her belly, tightening the coil that had never fully unwound. "Jason... please…"
"Please what?" He picked up the calipers this time, the pointed ends gleaming. "Wanna know the girth? How fat this little monster really is?" He carefully, almost reverently, positioned the arms on either side of her clit, just below the head. Selina bit her lip hard, watching his face, seeing the concentration, the dark fascination. The calipers closed gently, firmly. He read the fine measurement. "Fucking hell. Explains the spray show earlier." His gaze met hers, hot and demanding. "You wanna see?"
She nodded frantically, beyond words now, lost in the sensation and his complete domination of the moment, even in something so bizarrely clinical. He adjusted the calipers slightly, shifted his hand to hold them steady, and angled them so she could see the small digital readout on the side. 34.1mm. The numbers swam before her eyes. Seeing it, the empirical evidence of her own shocking sensitivity, her own obscene arousal, was too much. The coil snapped.
A guttural moan tore from her throat as the orgasm hit. It wasn't the body-wrecking tidal wave from the Bad Dragon; this was sharper, brighter, focused entirely on that tortured, engorged nub of flesh. Her back arched off the couch, her cunt clenched rhythmically around emptiness, and a fresh gush of slickness soaked the leather beneath her. Her clit throbbed violently under the cool metal still encircling it, each pulse intense and blinding.
Jason watched, utterly rapt, as she came apart under the calipers. He didn't move them, letting the unyielding metal anchor her through the spasms, his other hand braced on her inner thigh, fingers digging in. The red numbers on the calipers' display trembled slightly with the force of her body’s contractions. Her juices trickled down, wetting his knuckles.
As the tremors subsided into weak shudders, Selina collapsed back, panting, her vision dotted with stars. Jason slowly, deliberately, opened the calipers and set them aside in the case. He leaned down, his breath hot on her glistening sex. His tongue, rough and demanding, licked a broad, flat stripe from her dripping entrance right up over her impossibly swollen, hypersensitive clit.
Selina shrieked, her body bowing again, a fresh, smaller climax tearing through her at the brutal stimulation. "FUCK! Too much! Jason!"
He ignored her, his mouth sealing over the engorged bud. He didn’t suckle gently. He fucked it with his tongue, hard, rapid strokes over the slick, burning flesh, his nose pressed against her pubic bone. His hands clamped onto her hips, holding her down as she writhed and screamed wordlessly, lost in a feedback loop of unbearable sensation. He growled against her, the vibration sending new shockwaves through her core. "Take it," he snarled, lifting his head for a second, his lips and chin glistening. "Take daddy’s mouth on your fat fucking clit. You earned it, showing off this perfect cunt-meat."
He dove back down, his tongue relentless, a ruthless piston working her distended nerve bundle. Selina sobbed, her fingers clawing at the leather, her world narrowing to the searing pressure and wet heat between her legs. Her cries were ragged, broken things, punctuated by gasps for air. Just when she thought she’d shatter, her vision graying at the edges, he pulled back.
He knelt up, breathing heavily himself, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes dark pits of lust fixed on the ruined, glistening spectacle of her sex. Her clit stood out, dark red, swollen to an almost impossible size, visibly palpitating. Her inner thighs were slick, her opening still gaped slightly, glistening pink.
"Beautiful," Jason rasped. He reached for the open case beside him again. Not the calipers this time. His fingers closed around something else – cold, smooth, unyielding metal. A speculum. Small, intricately designed, its jaws capable of delicate, precise opening. He held it up, the polished steel catching the weak light. "Interview’s not over, kitten." His voice was dangerously soft. "Time for the internal inspection. Daddy needs to see how well you hold that gape." He squeezed the handles. The jaws opened with a faint, precise click. "Show me how deep that toy really stretched you."
The cold, polished steel of the speculum glinted like a threat in the dim light. Jason’s eyes, dark and utterly focused, never left hers as he squeezed the handles. The precision jaws clicked open wider, revealing their smooth, unforgiving interior. Selina’s breath hitched, her exhausted body tensing instinctively against the worn leather couch, the phantom ache of the monstrous Bad Dragon still echoing deep inside her stretched cunt.
"Easy," Jason murmured, his voice a low rasp that scraped over her raw nerves. He shifted his weight, his free hand spreading her slick folds wider, exposing the tender, glistening pink entrance still visibly loosened from its brutal fucking. The cool tip of the closed speculum pressed against her opening, a stark contrast to the heat radiating from her abused flesh. "Just breathe, kitten. Show daddy what he did to you."
He applied steady, relentless pressure. Selina gasped, her fingers curling into fists as the cold metal breached her, pushing past the swollen ring of muscle. It wasn't agony, not like the toy's initial invasion, but a sharp, intrusive stretch that made her whimper. Jason watched her face intently, his jaw tight, as he slowly fed the instrument deeper. The internal click as he released the locking mechanism echoed obscenely in the quiet room. Then, with deliberate slowness, he began turning the screw.
The jaws inside her parted. Selina cried out, a ragged sound ripped from her throat, as the cold steel forced her tender walls apart. It wasn't the overwhelming, body-wrecking stretch of the knotted toy, but a precise, clinical violation that laid her utterly bare. Jason leaned closer, his breath hot on her thigh, peering intently into the gaping aperture he’d created. "Fuck," he breathed, awe and dark satisfaction warring in his tone. "Look at that. Still gaping like a fucking fist, deep inside. Pink and wet and ruined. Perfect." He adjusted the angle slightly, the metal scraping sensitive flesh, making her jerk. "See how deep it goes? See how daddy wrecked you?"
Tears pricked Selina’s eyes, a confusing mix of humiliation, profound vulnerability, and a terrifying surge of raw, aching need coiling tight again in her belly. The exposure was absolute, degrading. Yet, seeing the fierce, possessive hunger in Jason’s gaze as he examined her stretched, vulnerable core ignited something primal. Her hips gave a tiny, involuntary thrust against the cold intrusion. "Jason…" It was barely a whisper, thick with unshed tears and desperate longing.
He looked up, his blue eyes locking onto hers, burning with an intensity that stole her breath. Slowly, deliberately, he released the locking screw. The speculum’s jaws slid closed with a soft, final click inside her. He withdrew it smoothly, the cool metal slipping free, leaving her gaping entrance exposed to the cool air, clenching weakly around nothing. He tossed the instrument aside onto the floor where it landed with a metallic clatter. His gaze dropped, not to her gaping hole, but higher, fixating once more on her obscenely swollen, throbbing clit.
"Fuck the measurements," Jason growled, his voice thick. He surged forward, burying his face between her thighs before she could react. Not gentle. Not exploratory. Possessive. Devouring. His mouth sealed over her entire engorged clit, sucking it hard into the wet heat of his mouth, his tongue a ruthless, flat pressure grinding against the hypersensitive bud.
Selina screamed, arching violently off the couch. The sensation was blinding, electric agony-pleasure radiating outwards in searing waves. He sucked harder, his tongue flicking rapidly over the slick, distended tip, his nose pressed hard against her pubic bone. His hands clamped onto her hips, pinning her down as she thrashed. "TAKE IT!" he snarled against her flesh, the vibration sending fresh tremors through her core. "Take daddy’s mouth on your fat fucking prize!"
He sucked relentlessly, his tongue working her clit like it was the only thing that mattered in the world. The clinical detachment was gone, replaced by raw, feral hunger. Selina sobbed, her vision blurring, lost in the overwhelming sensory storm. Just as she felt herself teetering on the edge of shattering, he pulled his mouth away slightly, his lips still brushing the tortured flesh. His voice, rough but stripped bare, cut through the haze.
"I love this," he rasped, his breath hot and damp on her wetness. His tongue traced the swollen ridge beside her clit, a surprisingly tender counterpoint to his earlier brutality. "Love how fucking big you get. How sensitive." He sucked the tip gently, then harder, making her gasp. "Love how you take everything I give you." His gaze lifted, locking onto hers, fierce and unguarded. "Love you, Selina. Wholly. Fucking completely."
The words hit her harder than any toy, any command. A sob choked her. He dove back down, sucking her swollen clit deep into his mouth again, his tongue swirling, lashing, demanding. "Gonna keep you like this," he promised against her, the vibration resonating deep in her belly. "Always this big. This fucking perfect. This loved. This adored." His hands slid under her ass, lifting her hips, angling her cunt towards his face. "Now cum for me, kitten. Cum all over daddy’s face. Show me."
The command, wrapped in that raw, unexpected confession, shattered her last shred of control. The coil snapped violently. Selina screamed, a raw, guttural sound tearing from her throat as her body convulsed. Her cunt clenched rhythmically around emptiness, gushing a hot flood of slickness that splashed over Jason’s chin, his nose, his cheeks. Her swollen clit pulsed violently against his relentless tongue, each throb sending blinding white sparks behind her eyes. She came and came, her cries dissolving into wordless, shuddering gasps, utterly wrecked, utterly claimed, drenching his face in her release.
Selina’s body finally went limp, collapsing back onto the worn leather as the last shudders of the cataclysmic orgasm faded. She felt hollowed out, boneless, every nerve singing a discordant, oversensitive tune. Her vision swam, the edges blurring into the safehouse’s dim shadows. The smell of sex – salty sweat, her own slick, Jason’s musk – filled her nostrils, thick and cloying. Her clit throbbed like an open wound, a pulse radiating through her entire lower body, the memory of his brutal suction still echoing in the raw flesh.
Jason finally lifted his face, glistening wetly with her release, a strand clinging to his stubbled jaw. He swiped the back of his hand across his mouth, his eyes, dark and predatory, never leaving her utterly spent form. Her chest heaved with shallow breaths, her green eyes hazy and unfocused. He leaned over her, resting his elbows on the couch beside her hips, his face inches from hers. His breath, warm and smelling faintly of her, washed over her cheek. "Look at you," he murmured, his voice a low, satisfied rasp. "Fucking wrecked. Exactly how you belong." His thumb, rough and calloused, traced the line of her sweat-dampened cheekbone, a jarringly soft gesture against the backdrop of recent savagery. "That greedy little clit of yours is still throbbing, isn't it? Bet it feels like it's glowing. Like a fucking beacon."
Selina managed a faint whimper, her eyelids fluttering heavily. Exhaustion was pulling her down into a velvet darkness, deeper than she’d ever felt. The cool air hitting her damp skin made her shiver slightly. "J'son..." she slurred, the name thick on her tongue.
"Shhh, kitten," Jason breathed, his lips brushing her ear. His hand drifted down, not to torment her clit again, but to rest possessively on her lower belly, fingers splayed over the soft skin just above her swollen, tender mound. "Just listen. You took it so fucking good tonight. That massive cock-toy splitting you open..." His thumb dipped lower, circling the edge of her pubic bone, dangerously close to the epicenter of her sensitivity. She tensed minutely, a tremor running through her. "Felt your cunt fight it, then swallow it whole. Like a champ." He chuckled softly, a dark, rumbling sound. "And then that fat fucking clit... Daddy measured it good. Watched it pulse when you came... Christ, Selina. That thing is a fucking miracle."
He shifted, his other hand coming up to gently brush sweat-soaked strands of dark hair from her forehead. The contrast between the tenderness of the gesture and the filthy words pouring from his lips was dizzying. "Still gaping, baby," he continued, his voice dropping even lower, intimate and obscene in the quiet room. "I saw it. Deep inside. Pink and slack. Ruined just right for me." His fingers on her belly pressed down slightly. "Gonna stay like that for a while. A reminder. Of what you are. What you need." Selina’s breathing deepened, her eyes finally closing fully, the world receding. She felt herself sinking, the ache in her cunt, the throb of her clit, becoming distant echoes. Jason’s voice was the anchor, pulling her under.
"Love seeing you broken open," he whispered directly into her ear, his lips grazing the shell. "Love knowing that fat clit belongs to me. That greedy hole is mine. All that fire, all that fight… ends here. Spread open. Taking everything I give you." He paused, listening to her breathing even out. "Sleep now, kitten. Dream about your gaping cunt. Dream about that swollen clit aching for daddy's tongue. Dream about how I’m gonna own it all over again. Soon." His final words were a low growl, barely audible as consciousness finally slipped away from her. "Keep dreaming of my cock stretching you wider. Make that hole stay hungry." He watched her, his expression unreadable in the gloom, the possessive weight of his hand still resting on her belly as her breathing settled into the deep, slow rhythm of sleep.